Post by Sabalae'lochan Do'afin on Sept 9, 2011 18:47:11 GMT -5
It had to be some sort of sick joke, Sabalae'lochan had decided. What kind of person bared all their windows and left the celler door with only a lock? A rusted lock as well! She sighed inwardly and pulled one scimatar from its nice cozy sheath.
Please please please let there not be any creepy dead bodies down there!
Sabalae'lochan whispered hotly. She tooke a deep breath and brought the handle of her scimatar down on the lock.
With a clank and a silent groan it snapped, falling off with a cloud of dust. The passage underneath was dark and dank. No one had been down there in forever, it seemed like.
Post by Sabalae'lochan Do'afin on Sept 9, 2011 19:00:34 GMT -5
Sabalae'lochan resheathed her scimatar and opened the celler door slowly. Glancing over her shoulder and pasuing to make sure no one had heard. She then very carefully slipped inside and shut the door behind her, snuffing out all the light. Her nose was assulted with the rank stench of mildew and stale air as she pushed forward into the darkness.
The cellar was small and filled with old crates and barrels, from what she could see. Light filtered in through the floorboards above her, and she could hear the man walking around, making a creaking noise. On the opposite side of the cellar there was a door leading up to the main house.
Post by Sabalae'lochan Do'afin on Sept 12, 2011 9:33:33 GMT -5
Sabalae'lochan wormed her way through the celler with minor problems. At one point she thought she'd seen one of those man eating spiders but it was just the shadows form the floorboards. She made it to the opposite door with ease and tested the handle.
It opened. Apparently the man wasn't used to people sneaking into his house from the basement. The house upstairs was well-furnished. The man obviously had money. She couldn't hear anything just yet, but there was a hole bottom floor and an upper floor to explore.