The clouds start to darken and thunder rolls in the distance as the party descends the spiral staircase. Rain begins to fall through the central column, which leaves a puddle on the stone floor below.

Pock gulps audibly. "We're coming right back out again, right? Right, Manaku?"

"Good to get out of the rain" Travis shook his cloak dry splattering drips around the stone floor. Now in the dry he strung his bow and readied himself.

This time, I'll make a better impression, thought Vanomir to himself. He had splattered a bug last time, eventually, but he hoped the look of determination on his face and the fact that he had left his paints behind might show everyone that he meant business this time. It was worth a try, at least.
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Pock looked up to Vanomir. "D-don't worry. We'll be fine, I think." He didn't know why he was comforting someone who seemed obviously so much more prepared for the rigors of this dungeon.

"Don't create your own enemies," Paxton cautioned as he descended.  "Stay sharp."

Feeling oddly different about entering the delve, Durek keeps his weapon to hand, remains silent and counts the steps on the way down.

Creston decides not to enter the dungeon for a fifth, pointless delve. Instead, he wanders off in search of his lost farm, never to be seen again.

The party advances past the crevice of the fire beetles, breathing a sigh of relief as there is no telltale glow to be seen. They come to the T in the passageway where they have the choice of breaking through the boarded door with the painted black skull on it or descending left into the catacombs.

"Catacombs again I guess," grunts Durek and starts to walk in that direction.

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OOC: @GM - Just checking, has the crevice been explored? Or parhaps it's too small and 'not explorable'?

In reply to Durek Stoneshield (msg # 10):

[If you still had a pixie in your party you could explore it. Otherwise it's too narrow.]

In reply to DM (msg # 11):

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Completely fine, TY.

Following behind Durek came Travis with bow readied. The scout was familiar with the catacombs but kept vigilant. He checked floors and ceilings as he advanced.

Pock was up toward the front, since his gnomish eyes could see well in the dark.

Dwarghar stops...should we examine this? he says at the door. I mean it could be worse than the dragon but that would be unlikely...

"Anyone got a hammer to knock down the door?" Travis asked as Dwarghar examined it.

Durek turns to speak to Dwarghar. "So there's nothing remnaining in this direction," he says, pointing to the catacombs. "..that reamains unexplored and not blocked by the dragon?"

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OOC: The context is that this character has been there, but this player hasn't.
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Pock held at the front. "Are we going in the creepy door?" He asked from up front, turning his back on the darkness entirely.

Sure, I’ve got a hammer, wrench and most any tool.

The Dwarf holds out a war hammer for the man to use

In reply to Dwarghar Stoneblood (msg # 19):

Durek paces up to Dwarghar to stand half in front of the door, "So, Dwarghar, any chance you're going to answer the question I just asked you?"
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Sorry brother, my eyes I mean ears must have skipped. I think there was supposed to be a coin room after the bone room and then the dragon if we go that way, Travis would know.

This door has not been opened. I can’t say it f opening it is a bad idea or not.

Pock got a bit closer. "There was a stench about that door, wasn't there?" He grimaced.

"If this door was closed, and still is, then there's little reason to suspect it will open without our help and therefore represents little risk in having it behind us. We should definitely explore all avenues through the catacombs and beyond until we hcave exhausted all those ways as either fully explored, impassable or as yet beyond our abilitties, to wit, a dragon would most certainly count. And, thank you for the civility. I apologise for my short temper." He smiles at the self-referance pun about his height. "At that point we should return to tackle this door and beyond. And, again, my temporary amnesia is a source of aggravasion to me. I hope not so much to cause you all concern or frustration. I just need some things refreshing in my mind."

He turns to Pock, "Hello, my dear gone. I didn't mean to ignore you. Pock, if I recall. Well, how do you mean, a stink about the door? Literally, like old socks? Or figuratively, like an arguement?"

"A deathly stench, Durek!"

"If the door is sealed now and we open it, we an reseal it after exploring if need be" Travis added to the discussion.