"I 'gree, down's like t' be incognito."  He pronounces the Latin word carefully.

"There's the old tarp, some rope from the stables, and some worn out flour sacks, that'll be good enough for hoods. We should try and lure them into a place where they can be taken one at a time. Upstairs would be a good place to lead them..where we can kick them back down if they try to come up, and we'll catch 'em one at a time!"

"If there's even anymore (undead) down there... Those things are getting old now, they might be kind of rare.."

In reply to Svendegard Yurick (msg # 9):

Aine heads down the stairs...
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In reply to Aine Walsh (msg # 10):

After pulling the lever to reopen the stairs, you head down into the dark. The air is close, as if the space were small. One at a time...marching order.

Thorg will lead as soon as Sparky gives him a bright light source...

Sparky casts it on Thorg's buckler (Front).

[Private to GM:  13:55, Today: Sparky rolled 6 using 3d6.  Continual Light.  Skill is 13 ]

In reply to Thorg (msg # 12):

Aine has a staff with continual light (daylight) cast on it already...she offers the first spot to someone a bit more solid, offering to back them up with light...

Thorg advances, shining his light to the front ... Aine's staff provides light in all other directions I assume.

In reply to Thorg (msg # 14):

Yes, her staff is like an extra bright torch...

Aldous, lantern held high in his left hand, follows Aine down the stairs.  He pulls one of his small knives and readies it for a throw, then glances over his shoulder.

"Come on, we're likely to need all of us down there."

Both siblings are along, the parents are above minding the tavern, and ready to support with magic, lore, and medical treatment.

In reply to Svendegard Yurick (msg # 17):

The stairs end in a small space, 2 yards wide, with a visible outline of a door in tne stone, with an iron latch and pin to one side.

does the area look like it's been disturbed recently?

And this pin holds the latch closed?

In reply to Thorg (msg # 20):

The flook is thick with dust. The pin appears to be holding the latch shut.

In reply to Narrator (msg # 21):

Aine will illuminate the area well...

Svendegard removes the pin, lifts the latch, and will push on the door to try and open the passage to the group.

"Hey, Sven, ef y' c'n see th' latch, it'll work better ta pull."

As he speaks, Aldous sheaths the small knife, and draws his larger one, with a fighting grip rather than a throwing one.

"Pull, Borscht-for-brains!"

Sven pulls, grumbling in Shevnian.
"Я тебя потяну!.. выдерни волосы..."
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In reply to Svendegard Yurick (msg # 26):

The door creaks open. There is a damp smell from outside.

In reply to Narrator (msg # 27):

Aine will light the space beyond, from beside those near the front.

Aldous, leaning to the side to see around Thorg, angles his lantern to also cast light through the doorway.

In reply to Aldous Hack (msg # 29):

And at this juncture, I need to review my physical map

In reply to Narrator (msg # 30):

The door creaks open into a modest sized chamber with a few enteances.  Three smallish figures seem taken aback by the blinding light shining out of the doorway,and perhaps by the existence of the doorway as well.