Re: Motor Mouth
There was a dramatic pause as Michaela reached for the door and everyone braced themselves. Turning the knob, there was a rusty screetch, a click, and then a drawn out creek as the door easily pushed inward. After taking a few steps inside, Michaela narrowly avoided stubbing her toes on an incline, that shot upwards about a foot. Dog however, was not as lucky, and as the big oaf for a warrior stumbled for a second or two, Cyrus and then the rest piled in.
Darkness was little obsticle for the party at this point, and with a quick snap, Cyrus broke out a sunrod and tossed it on the floor. A quick examination of the room revealed that that on the far side, directly opposite of the entrance was another fireplace. Spread evenly along the sides from there were three rows of bookshelves, each piled from floor to ceiling a vast array of tomes. The walls were then broken by a window on each side. To the left was a single bed, a small chest and a little table with what appeared to be a bowl and cup. To the right was a desk and a big poofy chair.
All along the ornately engraved floor was a staggering display of bloodstaining, and it lead towards the desk. Closer examination revealed that the blood had dried many moons ago...