Round 122

As the ground convulsed violently once more, 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. The air was heavy with tension as they waited for a decision, the elf rogue's jaw clenched in determination. Sister Hale stood resolute beside the pulsating runes, her eyes fixed intently on the glowing points below.

The candelabra crashed to the floor, its flame extinguished by the sudden impact, and 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 voice cut through the din of the ground's rumbling, "Whatever is down there is drawing closer," she said firmly. The weight of her words hung in the air as Silra's anxiety grew, her mind racing with the implications of their situation. Gravedigger Renn's terror-smell coated everything in the room like a noxious cloud, and Silra knew they had to act quickly to protect themselves from its effects.