Oktavianus crouched to one knee " Then I shall take point in this matter. I feel I haven't had enough action to suit my stay here... so I volunteer the lead."

The wizard suggested lighting the room ahead with two spent missles of flame, but there was no offerings of oil to support the idea. Nanith looked back-and-forth between the enveloping darkness and the members.
" I'm having second thoughts about this. If we are an injured-ridden force, surely whatever is waiting will defeat us easily. If my suspicions are correct, it will be even more powerful then..." he cringed and pointed disgustingly at the disemboweled and severed corpses "...those dead piles of flesh."

Roslyn staring blanky as the torchlight flickered gently in Gailwind's hand. " No. I think that once we decided to solve the puzzle, there was no going back. If we all go at once, we will be better suited to protect eachother."

Reluctantly, Nanith accepted this fate and planned for the task of trap-detecting. But first, he gathered the three color beakers of liquid together, stoppered them, and placed them within his backpack.
" I feel more trepidation lies ahead for our merry little group." he said with weary expression.
After much thought and concern, the fellowship decided the order of company for entering the malevolent room and they passed beneath its mantel with angst.

2:30 PM: Torchlight flickered wildly as the group slowly crept into the small, squared room. In its center, upon a raised dais of the blackest stone, rested an ornately-carved stone coffin. Arcane symbols covered the entire foundation and shards of broken glass lay upon the ground. As the gang edged closer, the torchlight sputtered and the room grew chilly.

Oktavianus raised his medallion on high and commanded " Let all evil perish in the precense of Moradin!" Nothing was heard; wild dances of darkness seemed to obscure the walls of the room to ordinary sight.
Ninnipin crept forward and gently selected a shard of glass. Picking it up in careful inspection, he mulled over its make and age.

Aramil instructed everyone to spread out and he, himself, moved off to one side of the room. " Nanith, anything important gleamed from the glass?"

The hobbit replied " A flagon lies shattered before us. A strange thing indeed."

The mage stepped forward and moved his hands over the ornate coffin.
" Let's see if the base relief carvings on this coffin can give some type of explanation."
He directed the lorist " Gailwind, with your vast knowledge, can you help in deciphering what this could mean?"

The sage moved to the foot of the stone and fingered the grooves of the finely-chiseled hieroglyphs " It is of a language I cannot comprehend. I have not the sources to provide you with an answer, Aramil....sorry." The wizard twisted his lips in frustration while Teflar crept up to the far side of the sarcophagus. After momentary analysis, he stated quickly
" The lid lies partially open!"