The basement, unlike the rest of the museum, lacked any real ornamentation or architectural flair. The walls and floor were flat grey stone, extending into halls and corridors broken up by the occasional wooden door, that stretched ahead of the group. The lights that dotted the ceiling above them occasionally flickered and dimmed. It was clear this area didn’t see nearly as much maintenance as the rest of the building. The basement also seemed to lack the space warping enchantments that the museum possessed upstairs. The halls were long, but clearly finite.
For the moment, the group was in luck. There appeared to be no other museum staff members present within, no other sounds or words could be heard around them. The only noise audible was the sounds of their own footsteps, echoing around them as they travelled deeper within.
Each door was labelled with the room it lead to, each one they passed appearing to be depressingly mundane. Cleaning Supplies, Museum Archives, Unused Exhibits. All hardly the sort of things that were worth breaking and entering to see. After the group had walked far enough to see the end of the main corridor, they finally came across something interesting. A single locked door with one word written on the front:
RESTRICTED
Tril, with her enhanced senses, would notice before anyone else that something can be heard from within. Heavy, raspy breathing, coming from multiple sources, and the crinkling sound of something dry slowly scraping against something solid.
For the moment, the group was in luck. There appeared to be no other museum staff members present within, no other sounds or words could be heard around them. The only noise audible was the sounds of their own footsteps, echoing around them as they travelled deeper within.
Each door was labelled with the room it lead to, each one they passed appearing to be depressingly mundane. Cleaning Supplies, Museum Archives, Unused Exhibits. All hardly the sort of things that were worth breaking and entering to see. After the group had walked far enough to see the end of the main corridor, they finally came across something interesting. A single locked door with one word written on the front:
RESTRICTED
Tril, with her enhanced senses, would notice before anyone else that something can be heard from within. Heavy, raspy breathing, coming from multiple sources, and the crinkling sound of something dry slowly scraping against something solid.