The_Wanderer wrote:Feargus
"Ugh. Why did I volunteer to take point", Feargus says with a smile before slowly lowering himself down. "Don't let me wait down here for long by myself."
When he reaches the bottom he scans all around, quickly arming himself with his mace and shield.
Feargus descends first and reaches the bottom of the stairs. As the others follow behind, he spies, in the gloom ahead, where the cellar extends under the cellar, six . . . no eight, glowing eyes, gleaming with the color of rotten swamp gas. The eyes rush forward, and he beholds, at the very edge of the illumination provided by the light, four gaunt, orcish figures, little more than flesh and bone, with talons sharpened by death.