Drago moved forward to get a better shot with his crossbow. But not liking the odds of his shot, fired off another bolt of energy.
Drago finishes off the last gnoll with his spell. The area is quiet once again.
Returning to the main chamber, you head over to the stairs on the right side of the room. You feel a cold and eerie air waft from the stairs leading further below the fort.
"Perhaps, we should clear this floor first," Ylrhea suggests.
"I think perhaps you are right."
Moving forward, you enter a small chamber with a door to the north and one to the south. The hallway continues on and turns south from here.
You open the door to the north and pass through. This small room appears to be an armory. Small‐sized suits of leather armor lie heaped in one corner and nearby a pile of bucklers adds to the disorganization. Covered with an array of weapons, sagging shelves line the walls.
Ylrhea scans the room carefully.
Ylrhea spots a small pouch tucked away as if someone had tried to hide it. Within is 13 gold pieces and a tarnished gold ring. The gnome also spots a hidden door behind the pile of leather armor. Pressing the hidden switch reveals a bolthole. Cobwebs throng the ceiling of this small, roughly finished chamber and dust lies thickly on the floor. A small chest stands against one wall next to a pile of moldering bedrolls. The flickering light of a torch fills the room.
Within the bolthole, Nicatha sees a faint glowing.
She goes over to get a better look. If it's a magic trap, she wants to warn Ylrhea.
Nicatha finds that the cause of the glow is a small object hidden under a bedroll. Upon further investigation, she finds an unlabeled potion.
She examines the potion with care.
The oracle determines that it is a potion of invisibility.
Drago was too busy with keeping his hunger at bay to really pay attention with what was going on. The Damphir kept his crossbow loaded and ready to shoot.
The potion of invisibility disappears into Nicatha's robes.
The gnome opens the chest, as it isn't locked, and finds it only contains once-fine clothes and rotten food. The only other thing of value in the bolthole is an everburning torch. In the rest of the room you find eleven small‐sized suits of leather armor – all emblazoned with the Bloodmoon’s sigil. Several have gashes in them (in all likelihood, evidence of fatal wounds), a score of small‐sized bucklers – also emblazoned with the tribe’s sigil, roughly a dozen daggers, morningstars, short swords and shortbows (along with around 200 arrows), and some of the equipment of captured bandits and travelers here. The disorganized pile of loot holds four morningstars, two longswords, five suits of studded leather armor and two suits of scale mail along with backpacks, belts, pouches and so on. You figure you cannot take all of this.
Ylrhea takes the everburning torch and sticks it in her backpack.
Opening the southern door, you find an untidy tangle of boxes and barrels here. There is nothing else of use in the room, though you could probably use it to make camp safely.
"Destiny lies onwards."
"I guess we move on then?" the gnome asks.
Entering into the next room, you find a large sinkhole occupying the majority of the chamber.
"It might have been man-made...er, goblin-made," Ylrhea suggests.
Nicatha's silver eyes scan the room and the pit. Why dig a pit?
The floor at the bottom of the pit is stone. Nicatha notices that it is unusually clean, no sign of detritus to be found. Nothing magically illuminates.
"Looks like two passageways from here," the gnome says.
"Something lives below. Something hungry. Should we investigate?"