Re: Day 2: Back into Quesqueton
Kullonar opens the door to darkness, broken once again by Bruno's trusty lantern.
Laid out before you is a chamber similar to the last, the biggest difference being 10' - the room is 30' tall x 50' wide. It has an immediate feel of a laboratory of some sort, though, undoubtedly magical.
It is a strange, fascinating place, at least to those with quick, imaginative intellects. The first thing of note is a huge, apparently human skeleton suspended from the ceiling by wire in the northeast corner of the room - it is hard to tell, but through the shadows it seems the skull has been fractured...
About the room are several tables similar in fashion to the room you most recently searched. Utilitarian, if a bit old, and the wood somewhat dry. There is also a heavy stone table. All the tables are bare, except for a single, stoppered glass bottle sitting atop the table nearest the party (to their right).
Beneath that table are several pine logs, stacked neatly.
To the party's left, along the left wall, is a rack of some sort, perhaps the type used for torture.
Along the lower wall stretching left and right above you like a banner, is what appears to be a skin of some sort. There are glyphs written upon it, though what they might say is unclear to any of you.
The centerpiece of the room is a sunken firepit, blackened and cold, 4' wide and some 2' deep or so, though uncleaned ashes remain at the bottom. Above it sits a large cauldron suspended from a brace. Beside it sits a similar, but smaller pot.
In the lower left corner sit two wooden vats of approximately 100 gallon capacity. Nearby, maybe a stride away is a smaller version of the two. A stone table is next to the vats, situated against the left wall. Upon it are more of the containers found in the room to the south, with similar markings.
What appears to be a coffin stands upright in the upper left corner. It is closed.
Wooden shelves run along the upper wall, and two kegs rest beneath them midwall.
A more detailed description awaits, should you enter further. (Queue the Vincent Price laughter).