Horgun makes a quick search of the beds for any loose trinkets, then stops to inspect the fungal covered door from a safe distance. His nose twitches as he tries to recall what this thing might be.
I look around. "So, do you think we have managed cleanse this place of the filth that has infested it? If so then we should finish scouting the area and report back to the lady."
"My heart would sing for joy if we were to even find one clue regarding big sister Haleen. That is the driving motivator for aiding this expedition. To find clues or, Sheyln willing, find Haleen herself. What do you sense brother?"
Horgun identifies the thing as a moss - not a mold - and not dangerous. Unfortunately, it's grown thick around the door. The door will prove difficult to open due to this.
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"I sense, that dear sister is in danger. I see a fight before many eyes, and screams of blood-filled excitment from all around her. She is safe, for now, but a bitter desperation is quickly setting in. She will be saved, though out meeting shall be a surprize to us all. A stage soaked in more blood than many battlefields, like no place I am familiar."
"Or did you mean here? Within this place, I feel a growing, . . . essence? Something from the past trying to be reborn into a new era. A ghost without a body, just memory. Do you recall that visages without faces? They hold a secret of things to come. We are all chosen, but one shall fall to a corruption more alien. What comes from it, will not be the same. Cursed for all times and times, imbalanced in the ethereal scales."
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I will step up and try to gently coax the mold to open for us, even channeling a little posite energy (Cure Light), having once heard that plants respond to love and music much as people do, though it is difficult to see.
"About sister, I sense that she is in a growing danger. Locked away in intrigues and despiration. A blood soaked field, surrounded by the eyes of many who have never seen a true battlefield, but are none-the-less fiends for the blood they force others to spill with their screams of ranting. A stage, perhaps, not like one I've seen before, a circle looming about it. Much death. She knows not the enemies she makes. Not the danger she creates. I see us there. Some of us. I feel fear. I am scarred. Little brother is excitted. Powerful. Haleen is hurt. Surprized to see you. Crying? Much blood. I am not me? I don't understand. Something is very wrong. It's all changed. Those eyes are all around us. Seeking our death and drinking our pains as some sort of sustenance. She is a warrior now."
Janos' spell has no noticable effect on the moss on the door.
"Not to worry lad. It's nothing a bit of elbow grease won't fix." A moment's digging in his pack produces a short and sturdy spade, the one Horgun usually applies to preparing a firepit and latrine at night. With an iron will he sets to work scraping away enough of the moss to force the doorway open again.
Horgun's shovel rips away the moss easier than expected, eventually revealed a mostly rotten oak door. There is still moss growing in among the frame, but with a sharp tug, Horgun is able to pull the door open. An earthy smell rises up from the tunnel behind the doorway. Stone steps lead down onto a landing, which turns and descends into darkness.
I sit and listen silently to my brother waiting for the dwarf to procede.
Seeing how none of the others are eager to make the first move, Horgun shrugs and rearms himself. "This be a mite more promising, I think. Don't seem as if them jinxed things been down this way. Now mind you, there might be a sound reason for that, so we'd best be ready for trouble." With no need for light he boldly heads down the stairs, figuring the others will sort out their own needs.