Lucius fires blindly into the mist attempting to hit the now prone drake.
Lucrezia holds her action, waiting to see if the drake falls this round.
Round 2:
Raven edges around the Drake, and takes a swing...
The creature howls in pain before collapsing from the force of your attacks. Beyond the corpse and in the other room is what looks to be a simple home for the creature. It seems clear that whoever occupies this structure has kept it as a pet or a guard. Within that room are a set of double doors in the floor, probably leading down into a basement or set of tunnels. The doors are wooden and reinforced with iron bands and they are locked.
Raven eyes the trapdoor cautiously.
"Hafdan? Would you care to check that for traps?"
Marc tears off his ruined tabard with a scowl and looks around. Everyone alright?
Hafdan eyes the double doors wearily. Any chance you guys want to just bang off and call it a day? Eh, worth a try. Moving forward he begins to gingerly probe the doors and lock.
"I'm fine. Looks like everyone else is." Lucius says looking around. He keeps his bow out as Hafdan goes to work on the doors.
Nods to Lucius, I'll live. He looks down at the acid that's eaten away at his armor and clothes. Though I've been better.
"Let me have a look at that, Marc..."
Marc nods in thanks to Raven and prepares to move on.
The door is untrapped, but it takes a bit of work to get unlocked. Once unlocked it opens into a large hole. There is no light coming from it but when you move closer, it clearly goes beyond the 40 ft. of light cast by your light spells. There is a single rope ladder hung over one side and in addition it looks like the stone walls of the hole have a set of hand and footholds that were probably used to go up and down before the ladder was added.
Hafdan holds out a strip of cloth while fastening a rope to his midsection. Would one of you mind giving me a little light? He hands the other end of the rope to Marc. Try not to get butter fingers while my life is in your hands.
Tying the cloth to his wrist he will slowly begin climbing down the hole, keeping his hands and feet on both the rope ladder and the rungs in the wall.
"What could possibly go wrong, Haf?" Lucius says with a smile.
Hafdan climbs down and as he descends it looks like the floor is about 60 ft. from the top of the hole. In searching the sides, it does not appear that any of the shaft is trapped, including the ladder, though it is not of particularly sturdy build. It seems that this shaft is quite old and the handholds and footholds have been carved quite carefully and bear markings that likely indicate that they were not carved by goblins.
It looks like it would be hard to tie off a rope up here, especially unattended. The rope ladder is secured to a pair of spikes in the ground near the hole and you could take one of those to secure a rope if you wanted to though. It seems likely, however, that if you all took your time, using the handholds and footholds (or the rope ladder) would probably be doable.
Lucius will climb down the rope ladder after Hafdan.
Marc stows his shield and sheathes his sword and climbs down.
With a shrug, Raven sheathes his weapon, and climbs down...
When you all get down, the tunnel, clearly built with care, continues on beyond the light. As you move forward slowly, you can tell it extends about 100 ft. before ending in a pair of ornately carved stone doors.
Marc and Lucius notice the sound of something moving in the chamber beyond the door. The sound is faint but seems to echo, and it sounds as though the next room is fairly expansive.
Hafdan, you are able to search the door and find no traps. It does not appear to be locked in any way, but given the large doors, you expect that when they swing open, they will be a loud notice to anyone on the other side.
"There's a creature on the other side of that door. Sounds like a big room, so maybe a big creature." Lucius says as he draws his bow.
Marc nods towards the door, Shall we?
Raven nods, and tightens his grip on the hilt of his sword.
"Let's."
Lucrezia stands back with her bow drawn, hoping that there isn't another dragon on the other side of the door.
The stone doors scrape against the floor as they slide open. On the other side is a landing with a set of steps leading down another 20 feet. The room has a ceiling roughly 20 feet above the landing and is a large chamber, cavernous and dark. There are no real features of the room, just the dark, empty stone marking all of the surfaces, though it is carved into even blocks and pieces. On the far side of the room is a similar set of stairs leading up to another platform and another set of double doors.
The center of the room, the floor between the sets of stairs, seems to be the source of the sound. There are a number of faint images, looking ghostly but not even as solid as the hobgoblin spirit that you spoke to on the road. They are of indeterminate, but humanoid origin and are whispering some kind of gibberish to each other. In the center of the images is a roughly humanoid thing that looks to be a mashed together form of various corpses and when you enter the images wink away and the creature lurches towards you.
"By the maker, what is that thing?" Lucius moves down the stairs and fires a single shot at it. .
Round 1
Marc sighs as Lucius moves forward, Really? We just discussed this. With a shake of his head he moves forward and positions himself between Lucius and the creature (if it hasn't already moved forward and attacked him by then).
Hafdan grimaces as the creature lurches forward. That's an ugly summab&$#! there.
Lucrezia draws her bow and begins to sing.
Zephyr - You know that this is a carrion golem and that it was created from the bodies of a number of dead humanoids. You also know that it is immune to most forms of magic and that its attacks often infect people with some sort of disease. It is clear to you that, despite its appearance, the creature is a construct and not undead.
Lucrezia - You aren't sure what this thing is.
Lucius, as you rush down the stairs and stand 30 feet away from the creature to fire at it, you are struck by an overwhelming stench coming from the construct.
"Oh gods, that smells." Lucius immediate lowers his bow and puts his hand in front of his nose and mouth, trying to stop himself from vomiting.