So, through some desperate acts of, well, desparateness. Our intrepid band of rescuers escaped from the small army of zombies and their master, only to find themselves alone in the darkness.
The air is damp and dank, the sound of water dripping from the cavern ceiling far above into the underground lake nearby. The torches went out early on in their rest. beyond the occasional candle, employed by the mage studying his book.
While those with elven and dwarven blood can see to some extent, the others, even the cat familia, cannot even see the hand in front of their face.
The journal question of the session. How does your character like the dark?