Mol – Therendor 2nd, 999 YK
Monday – March 2nd, 999 YK
The long corridor is filled with the smell of rot. A procession of torches march along the stone walls, but their flickering light is dim, cowed by the chamber’s dancing shadows. Two shapes shamble into view as the party proceeds: ghouls dressed in the black uniform of Karrnath, though their tabards are tattered almost beyond recognition.
“Who goes there?” asks the stouter of the two. Its gleaming yellow eye, surrounded in a bed of pus and viscera, falls on Moyshanna, who remains in the lead.
Moyshanna endeavors to deepen her voice into a suitably male tone: “Step aside. We have Lord Torin’s sister. He has asked to see her.”
The ghoul regards Moyshanna for a moment, then looks to Taveah, whose eyes are downcast. A gruesome smile parts it’s drooping, decayed face. “Proceed.”
The party marches forward into the blackness. The corridor is not long, but it has bulges along its length and each of them is filled with all manner of undead: More ghouls, skeletons, zombies, and other horrors only half-glimpsed in the shadows. They snap and hiss at the visitors as they pass by, either seeing through their disguise or simply not caring who they menace.