Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-1734134-20161215224219/@comment-1734134-20170122162201

As you drop down, you find yourself falling through the blackness, crashing down into mud and dirt. The walls are made up of rotting bricks and the floor is cracked and soaked in thick brown water. Old rusting statues of Saints and battered marble coffins and sarcophagi are scattered around the unlit chamber. The voices have stopped, and now only the sound of dripping water remains - but something shifts in the darkness. You can, just at the edge of your vision, spy something moving around you.

The captain nods, calling over two more men, "But mi'lord, we've already constructed all that we can - but I'll see what more we can get."