The Vat
You move south, treading carefully in the muck. There is a faint slope, causing trickles of water to flow ahead of you. You see marks of the gators passage. Apparently it lived up ahead.
You walk perhaps 100 more feet south than you did north, before you get to the next area. When you went north you came upon another pipe and catwalks. (And yet another pipe, and a grate, and some bodies...) Now you are in a wide area.
Before you is a platform of tiled stone, 10 feet wide and five feet deep. Bolted to the platform is a catwalk made from metal and wooden spars. The catwalk is five feet wide and it has no handrails. It extends into the darkness. With the torch, Humfred and Castille's low-light vision can only see the wide field of water before them. Kaspar can see to the other side, however, where the lip of the tank has a notch (currently unused because the water level has not reached it), and there are some ladder tops, both inside the vat, and outside it, going down. (You did say that you are using a torch, not a sunrod.)
The catwalk has a shattered section. One five foot square is missing. The two spans jut out on either side like a broken-toothed grin.
Past the platform and beneath you is a vast, dark watery surface. The trickles of water running past your feet tinkles into it. To both your left and your right, jutting out of the walls and ceiling, are several feeder pipes, ranging in size from gutter pipes to tubes of ceramic that Humfred could fit through - if he could swim over them. They occasionally splash and splatter, adding to the background din. (-4 on any Listen checks made in this area.)
The stench rising off of the water is, well, it's not all rainwater, let's put it that way.
"Hm, the crocodile probably lived here," Humfred says excitedly, beginning to take notes. "And yes, on the other side of that catwalk would be the valve lever. Oh dear, that looks bad. Hm, 'great heros made the dangerous jump, risking the unknown', or perhaps 'I was the one who saw their brave deaths,' or maybe..."
(I just secretly made spot checks for you. Castille got it.)
"Kaspar!" he whispers, grabbing the half-orc's sleeve. "There!"
A body (half-elven it appears) is floating face-down in the muck, just beyond the gap in the catwalk.
You walk perhaps 100 more feet south than you did north, before you get to the next area. When you went north you came upon another pipe and catwalks. (And yet another pipe, and a grate, and some bodies...) Now you are in a wide area.
Before you is a platform of tiled stone, 10 feet wide and five feet deep. Bolted to the platform is a catwalk made from metal and wooden spars. The catwalk is five feet wide and it has no handrails. It extends into the darkness. With the torch, Humfred and Castille's low-light vision can only see the wide field of water before them. Kaspar can see to the other side, however, where the lip of the tank has a notch (currently unused because the water level has not reached it), and there are some ladder tops, both inside the vat, and outside it, going down. (You did say that you are using a torch, not a sunrod.)
The catwalk has a shattered section. One five foot square is missing. The two spans jut out on either side like a broken-toothed grin.
Past the platform and beneath you is a vast, dark watery surface. The trickles of water running past your feet tinkles into it. To both your left and your right, jutting out of the walls and ceiling, are several feeder pipes, ranging in size from gutter pipes to tubes of ceramic that Humfred could fit through - if he could swim over them. They occasionally splash and splatter, adding to the background din. (-4 on any Listen checks made in this area.)
The stench rising off of the water is, well, it's not all rainwater, let's put it that way.
"Hm, the crocodile probably lived here," Humfred says excitedly, beginning to take notes. "And yes, on the other side of that catwalk would be the valve lever. Oh dear, that looks bad. Hm, 'great heros made the dangerous jump, risking the unknown', or perhaps 'I was the one who saw their brave deaths,' or maybe..."
(I just secretly made spot checks for you. Castille got it.)
"Kaspar!" he whispers, grabbing the half-orc's sleeve. "There!"
A body (half-elven it appears) is floating face-down in the muck, just beyond the gap in the catwalk.
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