DUNGEONS
"It's a tunnel mouth of some kind," Locklear said.
DOORDOOR (Invalid?)"The door's too solid to listen through," Owyn observed. "We'll just have to go through it to find out what's on the other side."James stared at the door.
"You don't put up a barrier unless you want to keep someone hemmed in or keep someone out," he thought aloud. "I wonder which this was for."
CLOSE DOOR: DON'T STAND TOO CLOSE!
Owyn laughed.
Quickly, James impaled his mirthful companion with a venomous scowl, not at all amused that he had hit himself in the head trying to close the door.
"I think it'd be easier on your head if you backed off a step," Owyn suggested in a patronizing tone.
"Keep laughing and I'll use yours as a battering ram," James replied.
DUNGEON PITS
The cavernous pit stretched across the narrow corridor. Standing close to the edge, Locklear quickly determined that it was far too wide to jump across, and far too deep to try climbing down.
NO ROPE HELDROPE HELDA pit yawned before them.
Careful not to edge too close and fall in, James shook his head. "The only way we're getting across that is to swing across it," he said. Glancing up at a small hook on the ceiling, he sighed, "If we only had a rope we could probably swing across this pit."
A pit yawned before them.
Careful not to edge too close and fall in, James shook his head. "The only way we're getting across that is to swing across it," he said. Glancing up at a small hook on the ceiling, he nodded. "Apparently, we're not the only ones to have faced this dilemma. I think I could attach a rope up there, shall we try to swing across?"
RUNNING OUT OF ROPE
The rope had frayed.
"That's it for our good rope," James said, discarding the useless length of hemp into the pit. "Let's hope we won't need to get across this pit again."
WHOOPS!
James flailed.
His last impressions were those of a dark shaft and hard packed earth rushing up to meet him...
GRAVES
It fascinated him.
Not ordinarily given to morbid moods, James allowed himself to study the tombstone, and the name and epitaph inscribed on it.Turning to Locklear, Gorath said, "Shall we dig up this grave?"
SHOVEL: CorpseSHOVEL: CoffinAn hour passed.
Covered with grime and grave mold, Owyn distaste fully flung back the heavy lid of the coffin to look at its cont ents. Immediately he wretched as a thick ammonia scent billowed up from the coffin's corrupting remains.
"Just a body," he gagged.The digging was exhaustive.
Standing waist deep in the hole, Owyn levered open the lid of the pine box with the tip of his shovel. When at last it was open, his face contorted with a look that was a mixture of relief and disappointment.
"That's strange," Owyn said. "No body."
NO SHOVELSHADEAfter a brief discussion with Gorath, Locklear shook his head. "I know the moredhel spies are using graves as secret caches," he said , "but I'm not too comfortable with the idea of accidentally digging up dead people! Besides, we need a shovel. We'd ruin our swords digging."Smoke seeped from the earth.
Backing away from the defiled grave, Gorath watched in horror as the gas began to whorl into a sparking maelstrom...