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[h3][u]Searching Crypts[/u][/h3]
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In the dusty corpse ridden halls of Everdark's upper half, the trio would find no living survivors other than rodents and other vermin picking corpses clean of their flesh. Vinashy was unfortunately the only one with olfactory senses so the smell of pustulant rotting flesh assailed his nostrils, but it was nothing the blood ritualist couldn't handle.

Some bits and pieces of broken weapons littered the floors nearby the bodies, some had the irreparable vestige of armor clinging to their remains. But between the buzzing of flies suddenly came the sound of brisk and rapidly recedeing footsteps, whoever it was they were in a hurry to get away. It sounded like whoever or whatever the footfalls belonged to were anxious to flee to the deeper portion of the dungeon.