[ Elian ]
at a dungeon in Ocren
It took a little work to get at, but the secret door behind the bookshelf was a pleasant surprise. What lay beyond it was far less pleasant. The altar looked Lovecraftian, which was unusual for the sort of place they were. The temple's imagery wasn't eldritch horror in nature, which meant this was probably added by someone later on. "Be wary," Elian cautioned. "This feels like a boss room."
Sure enough, before long a shriek echoed off the walls, and the scent of waterlogged flesh filled the air. Elian quickly recast protection from evil, and then haste. "Fuck me, but that's a foul smell!" she said. "I'm not sure what exactly we're facing, but expect something rotten." With that in mind, she cast resist disease on each member of the party, then mana regen on herself again.
Since she knew that Rath had the front of the group on lockdown, she turned to look behind the party. The last thing they wanted was to be taken by surprise from behind, though it sounded like only a single enemy was in the room.