Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-19164168-20191116020737/@comment-4662333-20191218054937

The pulled book allowed one of the bookcases to slide open, revealing a passageway of stairs that went down. The bottom of the stairs could not be made out, as it was pitch black.

Dravis readied a flames spell on his hand, illuminating at least a portion of the stairs so the group could see. Torsten readied himself and took charge, this time with his shield raised in front of him.

The stairs led to a macabre sight, as it seemed to be a room for ritual sacrifice. The main object on the room was a stone table with shackles, but there were no blood or any stains of the sorts; clearly showing how well-maintained the room was. Nearby the table were an assortment of daggers, clearly daedric in design. There was a metal door that led to another room, but it was decidedly locked.

"You know, I don't like the looks of this..." Torsten admitted as he swallowed a growing lump in his throat. He had seen a lot during his deployment in Morrowind, but he had never dealt with daedric rituals.

Dravis' eyes flickered between the door and the table, before the man started to search the room for clues or anything of importance. If anything, the key had to be in the room, unless there was anyone in the party that was adept at lockpicking.