Fellowship of the Dice

:Sigh:

He plod south and proceeds.

Sunny finds no traps in the secret corridor. He does notice the hallway isn't filled with spider webs and appears to be used often. The few faint footprint outlines appear to be human sized boot prints. He inspects the first door and finds it locked while the other door appears to be unlocked.

Your thief opens the southern door, weapon in hand, ready to meet his fate. Nothing ever goes this well for this long.

Staff in hand, Lorenzo tries to look important as he waits for the door to be opened and if the others proceed, he joins them.

Sunny slowly pushes the door open to reveal...

Three large stone sarcophagi stand within this dusty crypt, and propped up against each sarcophagus is a human skeleton clad in bits of rusty mail. False columns along the walls are carved in the image of spreading oak trees. The double doors in the southeast corner are sheathed in tarnished copper plate. The door in the northeast corner is made from wood with iron handles and hinges.

Sasha brings up the rear, standing guard at the backs of the others as they move forward to investigate.

Arveene checks the map drawn by the dead Red Brand bandits. She gingerly steps around Grogg and past Sunny, stepping into the room. "Judging by the map, the prisoners must be to the northeast from here. We may have bypassed the undead skeletons entirely. But... Why didn't they clear them out? Or at least lay them down? If I were walking through here every day, I'd be disturbed."

She looks intently at the nearest one.

Arveene takes a step into the room and glances around. The room is slightly dusty, but well traveled - like the corridor they are standing in now. From her position and their obvious lack of movement, the skeletons appear currently unanimated. There's no visible signs that she detects to say otherwise.

The stone lid of each sarcophagus is carved to depict the person entombed within—two human males and one human female, all of noble bearing.

Grogg strides confidently into the center of the room, his sword and shield ready for a battle. When nothing immediately happens, he looks both disappointed and relieved. "Looks like no undead guards to keep the prisoners secured. This part of the jailbreak may be easier than we thought."

Arveene squints at the dusty corpses and visibly relaxes. "Seems that way. For now." She examines the sarcophagi close up for inscriptions, inching away from the skeletons out of disgust more than paranoia. She wipes away grime and dust to read.