((I'd say that magical grease is still flammable. I can't think of a good reason why it wouldn't be, grease is grease.))
As Ludwig takes up his position to lay in ambush of any who might come and threaten the group that has braved to enter the cave, Galen takes position in the boughs of the dead tree. Between the two of them, it seems inconceivable that anyone is going to get past them and threaten those down in the embrace of the earth.
Down in the cave, Keranos goes limp as he projects his consciousness down the passageway to the left. Mercifully, the stench does not seem to have as much of an effect on him in this state as he winds down the passage that leads further down. It curves and switches back upon itself before eventually ending in chamber where the floor does not extend to the far wall, leaving a chasm between.
Peering down over the ledge, Keranos discovers the source of the smell.
There is no telling how deep the chasm goes, because starting perhaps a yard down from the edge, it is filled with the remains of animal carcasses. The wet squelching noise of countless carrion creatures indulging their nature in the tangle of bones, antlers, hide, and whatever tissues or organs the gnolls deigned not to consume is barely audible in the still chamber. The olfactory bouquet would indicate that they used this chamber as a latrine, as well. And judging by the number of dead animals visible at even a cursory glance, they had been here for a some considerable time and probably availed themselves of it frequently.
As Ludwig takes up his position to lay in ambush of any who might come and threaten the group that has braved to enter the cave, Galen takes position in the boughs of the dead tree. Between the two of them, it seems inconceivable that anyone is going to get past them and threaten those down in the embrace of the earth.
Down in the cave, Keranos goes limp as he projects his consciousness down the passageway to the left. Mercifully, the stench does not seem to have as much of an effect on him in this state as he winds down the passage that leads further down. It curves and switches back upon itself before eventually ending in chamber where the floor does not extend to the far wall, leaving a chasm between.
Peering down over the ledge, Keranos discovers the source of the smell.
There is no telling how deep the chasm goes, because starting perhaps a yard down from the edge, it is filled with the remains of animal carcasses. The wet squelching noise of countless carrion creatures indulging their nature in the tangle of bones, antlers, hide, and whatever tissues or organs the gnolls deigned not to consume is barely audible in the still chamber. The olfactory bouquet would indicate that they used this chamber as a latrine, as well. And judging by the number of dead animals visible at even a cursory glance, they had been here for a some considerable time and probably availed themselves of it frequently.