Going down

[Yuthirin]

Say "passage" one more time. I dare you.

'Hmm. The path forks.' Tryll observes observably.

[Anastasia]

3 passages not counting the way you came, to be clear.

"Blood," Dana says, "Something strong might be down that way."

Miranda shakes her head, "Little point to it, it's old."

[Yuthirin]

"Maybe it's undead?" Calleigh helpfully offers. "Like, recently undead. Sorta recently."

'Opinions? If none, let's go right.'

[Anastasia]

No objections so the party goes down that way.

The screams of the damned grow fainter, echoing.

This passage is wide enough to walk comfortably. As you go, you hear the echos fade entirely. It is silent now as you begin to smell the scent of blood and meat.

[Yuthirin]

'Meat. The living need to eat, so we might be on the right track.'

[Anastasia]

Miranda nods, a finger to her lips as she stalks ahead.

Quick Perception.

[Yuthirin]

Tryll[blockquote]Rolled 1d20+50 : 16 + 50, total 66[/blockquote]Calleigh[blockquote]Rolled 1d20+41 : 16 + 41, total 57[/blockquote]

[Anastasia]

The smell gets stronger as you go - and around a tightening bend, you begin to hear the sound of knives being sharpened.

[Yuthirin]

'Ominous. Calleigh, would you investigate?'

Calleigh salutes the air and leaps off of Miranda's shoulder, flying into the wall and becoming incorporeal along the way.

[Anastasia]

Where are you going to peek out, then?

[Yuthirin]

I'm going to have her skirt the area ahead and see it she can peek out behind whatever's making noise. Or directly above it.

[Anastasia]

Sure.

Peeking out, you see ahead are men. They wear heavy steel masks, covering all their heads. They otherwise wear ragged leather pants and little else. Here you can see parts of people, all parts, hung on dozens of hooks. As you watch, several dismember a body, as another appears at their feet. A pair of them take the parts and drop them down one part at a time into holes in the floor.

[Yuthirin]

Calleigh does NOT go say hello. She returns to the group via wall walking and says with a whisper, "So they're chopping up people in there and dropping the parts into holes. The bodies appear from uhhhhhhhh somewhere? Best to just blast 'em."

[Yuthirin]

Incidentally, how many men?

[Anastasia]

About a dozen.

"Madness," Miranda's voice is bleak, "Butchery for the sake of butchery."

Dana just smiles a bit, "Well sign me the fuck up."