Round 121

The ground convulsed violently once more, sending a nearby candelabra crashing to the floor, its flame extinguished by the sudden impact. Silra dragged Gravedigger Renn toward the window with a firm grip on his collar, her boots scuffing against the floor as she struggled to maintain her footing amidst the tremors. Sister Hale stood resolute beside the pulsating runes, her eyes fixed intently on the glowing points below. The air was heavy with tension as they waited for a decision, the elf rogue's jaw clenched in determination.

"Whatever is down there is drawing closer," Sister Hale said firmly, her voice cutting through the din of the ground's rumbling. "We can't let it—"

But before she could finish, Gravedigger Renn's legs thrashed about, his body shaking uncontrollably against the wall as he wailed, "Buried things with tentacles! They'll eat us all!" The runes on the wall pulsed faster, as if urging them to make a decision. Silra's eyes darted between the cellar doorway and Sister Hale, her gaze lingering on the glowing eyes before snapping back to the cleric.

Sister Hale's count of the ground pulses grew more frantic with each passing moment, her hand still raised in a defensive gesture, ready to invoke her unholy symbol if need be. "The rhythm is shifting," she muttered, her voice laced with concern. "Whatever is buried down there is deliberately communicating through vibration and light somehow."