Sirik had signed for the rope to be dangled for him, and nodded in thanks once it was set for him. He took a hold of it, tugging on it to ensure that it is taut. Holding firm, his strong arms easily able to hold him, he pushed off from the wall, as silently as only drow can be. He swung into the tunnel across from him and was out of sight for a moment. If anyone looked, they'd see the rope go slack, then tighten and tighten, forming a guideline from opening to tunnel. Sirik popped his head out and signed at the first person that they should come down the rope and join him, silently and carefully. 

Kraven was scowling at being scolded and took hold of the rope, keeping his feet planted to the ground, as he walked down the wall until he was dangling. Then he turned around and swung his way down the rope, hand over hand, until he joined Sirik. Kraven sulked off down the tunnel, lighting another torch, while Sirik waited for the others. 

As Drache searched the area, her keen eyes would stumble upon a rock that was clearly unnaturally carved. Upon further inspection, the underside of the rock would have dwarvish letters on it. They would read, 'Three stomps where rock lay shall open the way.' If Drache were to follow the instructions, a perfect cube of dirt in front of her would fall away, to a startled Kraven swearing. After the dust settled, a perfectly carved tunnel with a stone ladder would reveal itself, connecting to the other tunnel. It clearly was made after the main tunnel, likely by dwarves that couldn't get past the traps. 

Kraven stood next to a pile of dirt, fuming, rhetorically asking, [color=39b54a][b]"What in the bloody hell was that?"[/b][/color] 

Once everyone was in the tunnel, Sirik stood passively, nodding down the corridor. Kraven scowled, huffing, leading the way with his torch in front of him, one of his long knives drawn. The tunnel was ornately carved, made of laid stone, but held no markings or adornments. The air was cold and humid, the sound of rushing water echoing through them all. The tunnel eventually opened into a massive cavern, that seemed to be more like a temple than a natural cavern.

It was quite ornate, and surprisingly intact, the size of a small village. Drache and Laurel would get mixed emotions from the sight. The design of it, with braziers and torches everywhere, even the flow and lay of the stone work, rang true to them of fire. A place of comfort for the fiery aligned. Except it was flooding. The river could be heard from a lower level, and water coming up through various stair wells and wells and the like. The screams were more urgent now, only heard by Drache and Laurel, and seemed to be emanating from a pit that was in the center of the temple. 

Before them was a wide set of stairs leading down to the temple proper, with many walls, columns, benches, and small buildings between them and the pit. Kraven started down the steps slowly, but Laurel was unable to remain calm. The cries were so loud now, so pained, they tugged at her heart, and she took off at a full sprint down the stone steps. When she reached the bottom, she passed over a small stream of water with a graceful leap. As she was in the air over it, the water surged, and shot up, striking her hard, and throwing her forward, flipping head over tail. She landed on her back, hard against the stone, a hundred yards from the pit.

A water [url=http://vignette3.wikia.nocookie.net/ebonfort/images/7/74/Water_elemental1.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20160216202547]elemental[/url] walked out of one of the many streams and began stalking its way toward Laurel, who was groaning in pain, barely moving. Kraven was already sprinting down the stairs when the first stream burst upward, forming a wall of rushing water, cutting the group off from Laurel. Kraven slashed at it with his knife and nearly dislocated his shoulder from the pressure. The wall went to the ceiling but only extended to the width of the stairs. Sirik, the drow that he was, had already disappeared silently, leaving Drache and Kraven, to do his own method, as always.