"Yes, it's home to a great entity. Now, ready those crystals and avoid looking at these basilisk things." Einhard reminder the group. He took his crystal out of his pouch and held it in his shield hand as he drew his new sword.

OOC: I am working off the assumption that we tied up the mounts once they started getting too nervous.

[OOC: Correct]

Slowly catching up to the rear, Dwarghar studies the walls and their designs trying to make sense of the history here.


14:54, Today: Dwarghar Stoneblood rolled 3 using 1d6.  Perception .
To notice secret doors or unusual stone work
14:54, Today: Dwarghar Stoneblood rolled 3 using 1d20.  Intelligence
Vs Int 15 on knowing something of the history and knowledge of this place and it’s people and stories.
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[Roll D6, Detect Construction]

15:09, Today: Dwarghar Stoneblood rolled 2 using 1d6.  Detect

In reply to Dwarghar Stoneblood (msg # 6):

"Any of this make sense to you, Dwarghar? Is this work of your people?"

[OOC. Can I test if Manaku regognizes anything about the stone carvings?
Manaku rolled 6 using 1d6.]

Manaku is at a loss, but Dwaghar seems fascinated by the carvings...

In reply to DM (msg # 10):

Yes, these are actually quite interesting. He says l
Look in these carvings you can identify miniature models of great Imperial structures built by dwarven stonemasons long ago. Some of these over here seem to be variations on the same  theme, as if they're carved from memory, blueprints.i
I wonder if Dwarves from the Empire or inspired by it came to live here after

This is very unusuall, these weren't carved with standard stonemason tools. They were scraped out of the granite like the sculptor was working with sandstone, but this is of course much much stronger than sandstone! After it was carved it was then buffed to a shine, but not uniformly. Also the carvings seem to have been maintained regularly, with limestone drips rubbed off and kept generally clean of the decades of cavern grime. Perhaps someone continued to care for these.

Dwarghar wonders if the gnomes would do this, and tries to evaluate if he thinks these carvings predate or overlap with the time of the gnomes.

Brodd clutches his crystal from Entity, warily looking about. He admired the carvings too, but knew nothing of them except that they were nice.

As the party slowly continues onward, they come to the shattered remains of a minecart. There's a leather backpack nearby and there's a streak of blood on the floor, like a small body was dragged further in the direction you're going.

Brodd examines it and tries to decide if it was a kobold that was luckless with the gargoyles and Basilisks.

In reply to Brother Brodd (msg # 14):

Nope. This blood is reddish like a human or demihuman, not blue like a kobold or pink like a goblin.

"Somebody else down here, and they've been taken! If they're alive."

He picks up the pack.
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You recognize it as Pock's backpack. It feels like his spellbook is still inside.

"No, it belonged to Pock! Seventy-three years frozen then to be killed by a useless kobold. Something dragged him away, so we're getting close to something that is not now hungry I think."

"Oh dear...oh dear..." Leohart whispered to himself as he followed along.

"Poor Pock, it seems he was unable to escape his fate."

"It looks that way, we'll find out soon enough though I'd say."

Regdoc and Chomper followed the procession. The latter sniffed the bloody smeat a bit, but apparently gnomish heart-juice was not to his liking. He simply whined a bit and then looked ahead. Regdoc, less squeamish perhaps, poked around a bit in the backpack for anything of interest which might help them escape this underground warren, especially any ammunition for the odd gnomish smoke-belching horn weapon the old cleric had stuffed into his belt.

"Perhaps his mind hadn't yet fully thawed... these have got to be the most dangerous tracks I've ever heard of!"

Aside from a large and thick leather-bound tome, there's nothing else of interest.

Sight of the book piques Manaku's interest. "Is that a spellbook? May I take a look..." He carefully, almost respectfully, holds the tome and inspects it.

"Leohart? You may find this interesting - want to take a look?"

Damn it all I should have jumped down after him - I ... ahhh

Dwarghar grumbles hatefully to himself

Leohart heard the question, but did not look in response; his eyes were everywhere else, watching for death to come out of every shadow.

"Eh? O, um...no. Best to just carry the book until we're out of here."

Manaku's slightly unnerving red eyes shift back to Brother Brodd. "Well then. Would you mind if I take care of this tome until we get out of here?" The elf is already opening his own pack and securing the spellbook in there while he asks the question.

"By all means, carry it."