Re: Coasting Along
Working together, the group had no problems gathering enough wood and material to make a few torches. With Itzal again leading the way, this time carrying a lit torch.
In the flickering light it was possible to see that the narrow back of the cave looked remarkably like a corridor, though it may just have been a quirk of nature. The passage lead gently down upon bare, damp rock for around fourty feet, before widening out into a roughly circular chamber around 30 feet in diameter. The walls of the chamber widened around a foot from the floor, forming a shelf-like protrusion that ran around the room.
Almost opposite the entryway was an arch; this was definitely artificial in shape, and was covered by slimy weeds so that it was not possible to see beyond it.
On a crumbled protrusion to the left of the arch sat an oddly large owl with parculiar brown and white plumage. It glared at the group as the crowded into the entrance to the chamber, head tilted to one side slightly. Seemingly making its mind up, its beak opened in a piercing shriek...