Round 36

The group stood frozen in anticipation as the glowing plates pulsed beneath their feet, each vibration a deliberate response to their cautious approach. The air was heavy with the musky salt smell of Gravehill's decay, a scent that clung to every surface like a shroud. Sister Hale's eyes locked onto Jeane, seeking reassurance that her fellow cleric shared her unease about the unknown dangers lurking beneath the ruined city.

Silra watched the exchange between her companions with interest, noting how Sister Hale maintained a safe distance from her position while keeping an eye on Gravedigger Renn, who still stood frozen in fear. The elf rogue's gaze flicked to Jeane, whose expression remained tense and focused on deciphering the pattern of pressure plates. Gravedigger Renn finally broke his silence, his voice barely above a whisper as he spoke of the city guards never coming for them, but Sister Hale cut him off with a gentle hand gesture, urging him to wait while they communicated further.

The ground continued to pulse beneath their feet, each vibration a slow and deliberate response that seemed to echo deeper than mere stone should allow. The bioluminescent walls glowed faintly in red-green-blue sequence, casting an eerie light on the ancient stone sarcophagi that lined the chamber. As the group waited in silence, they felt the weight of Gravehill's history bearing down upon them, the storm-dark sky above a constant reminder of the dangers that lurked beyond their fragile safety.