Wists lets out a sigh of relief at the sight of the empty barrels. releasing the tension on his bow, he points back to the corridor.

"Let's see what else is in here."

The hallway continues north, opening to the east, with a two step dias with a small stone carved font.  To the west, a set of curved stairs continues down into the darkness.

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OOC: Anything in the font?

Commoner born not noble Hordle John was not a master of etiquette. He looked from stairs to font shrugged his brawny shoulders and stepped toward the fonts "do we wash before we descend?" he asked his companions.

The font is difficult to see from where they are standing.  It is on a dias, two steps high, and made of carved stone.  Above the bowl, are bone arms, hands and skulls, whether carved of stone or of bone can't be determined for certain.

"Those bones don't look welcoming do they? Do you want to examine the font, Kerwich? Or do we just leave it be?"

The bones and skulls put John off the idea of washing in the font. It did not make him lose his courage however and he stepped toward the font to better look at it and its contents. In his examination he looked for any writing or symbols on it.

Kadira catches up to the others a bit after they stop, her magically swept path however continues to extend out in front of her at the same slow pace, heading away from the Font and in the direction of the darkened path. "I wouldn't trust the water down here, but it probably isn't going to animate and attack us any time soon so ignoring it is likely best."

John approaches the font.  There is no writing on it, and it seems empty.  As he steps up to look in it, there is a hiss, and out of the mouth of one of the skulls a fine spray shoots out, coating the man in flammable oil.

"Woah" John gasped in shock as he was covered in oil "stay back" he warned Wist. John remained stationary without lifting his feet off the floor he retrieved a potion bottle from his pack and in a gulp swallowed the contents whole.

OOC Drank potion of fire resistance, duration should be 6+1d6 turns I believe.

The potion tingles a bit as John swallows it down.  Everyone waits tensely.

His potion consumed and the subsequent tingling John began to examine around the font and the other skulls and bones around it. He looked likely holes in mouths or eyes in case more traps were present. He touched on bony hands and fingers for any levers.

John determines they are real bones, mortared in place, but other than a slightly springy step, he finds nothing else in the trap.  Had he been carrying a lit torch, things could have went entirely differently.

"Ha" John exhorted "naught else of danger here. Be wary of traps as we delve deeper" he warned as he descended the stairs downwards.
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"Good advice, John"

Wist follows the human, an arrow nocked, staying a couple of steps behind.

Kerwich continues to bring up the rear, watching to make sure that nothing is coming up behind them.

The stairs lead to another corridor.  There is a heavy door to the left.  Ahead, a corridor goes to the right, and stairs continue down into the darkness.  Carved on the walls starting at the stairs, is what looks like an army of undead, marching north, deeper into the darkness.

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Wist approaches the heavy door to the left, and puts his ear against it, in an attempt to hear any noise from within the room.

Whilst Wist made use of his fine elvish ears John checked the wall opposite for secret doors.

Kerwich remained still while Wist listened at the door.

Kadira comes slowly to a stop again as she mostly follows the others while distracted by her own thoughts, or research into magic, or investigations into various small details or writings on the walls as she passes them and cleans off the magical grime.  Looking up at the and the door she too waits to see what is behind the next one.

Wist finds the door silent.

After finding nothing of particular note on the wall John turned around "do you want me to open the door?" he asked Wist.

"I don't hear anything, so we might as well see if it is empty or not."

As was becoming the norm, the elf stepped back and nocked an arrow. Drawing it taut when John opened the door, ready to loose it at any fell creature that might appear.

The way clear John took his position and tried to open the door.