Post by spiral on Jul 29, 2008 8:18:28 GMT -5
The ruined spiral stairs lead down into darkness. Numerous small rockfalls have been dragged up and down the accessway over the years and overgrown with ivy and moss until the lower stairs have become all but an uneven slope that twists and turns this way and that deeper down into the underground.
The smell is dank and rotten, like the swamp smells the way it does only because of what it has sucked up from down here over the years.
Piles of refuse litter the floor of what was likely once a reasonable structure, but is now little more than a ruined cave. Bones lie here and there in large piles. Giant snake skulls leer at you from the corners, and from where they hang in the weeds that cover the walls of this place - the flesh that once covered them not quite rotted away yet.
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When the rest of the party comes down, Shay is sat on a large iron chest, its lid not quite able to close for the sacks of coins and jewelery it contains. A bigger grin on his face would be hard to imagine!
He imitates a half-choke, and a splutter, and spits a gold coin across the floor, then grins again with a mock sheepish twist to his face.
"Whatta ya know!?" he says, spitting some silver out as he tries to talk without laughing. "Thas nudfin down here -", he spits more coins, "buts da lode of olbonez!!!"
At this point he actually does nearly choke, and has to splutter the rest of the coins from his mouth. He sprawls on the floor, racked with mirth, his pockets positively jingling with the spoils of his early arrival.
The smell is dank and rotten, like the swamp smells the way it does only because of what it has sucked up from down here over the years.
Piles of refuse litter the floor of what was likely once a reasonable structure, but is now little more than a ruined cave. Bones lie here and there in large piles. Giant snake skulls leer at you from the corners, and from where they hang in the weeds that cover the walls of this place - the flesh that once covered them not quite rotted away yet.
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When the rest of the party comes down, Shay is sat on a large iron chest, its lid not quite able to close for the sacks of coins and jewelery it contains. A bigger grin on his face would be hard to imagine!
He imitates a half-choke, and a splutter, and spits a gold coin across the floor, then grins again with a mock sheepish twist to his face.
"Whatta ya know!?" he says, spitting some silver out as he tries to talk without laughing. "Thas nudfin down here -", he spits more coins, "buts da lode of olbonez!!!"
At this point he actually does nearly choke, and has to splutter the rest of the coins from his mouth. He sprawls on the floor, racked with mirth, his pockets positively jingling with the spoils of his early arrival.
