Taking Action

It took the party around fifteen minutes to reach the top of what seemed like a never-ending large spiral staircase. The surrounding darkness, only lightly pushed back by the two flickering balls of fire floating above them, did a number on their nerves, as the shadows seemed to move on the walls and floors.

Halfway up the staircase, the group had fallen nervously silent, their minds playing tricks on them as they walked up toward god knew what.

Astaroth had kept mum about the voice he had heard, still unsure if he could trust it or not.

Ever since they had started climbing the stairs, he had heard it another two times, the messages always the same. The voice seemed to get weaker, even though he knew he was getting closer to the source of them.