The group moved off the trade road and into the forest trying to make their way towards the centre of the area of jungle, moving carefully so as to not make too much noise as they passed.
After only a few hour’s march through the dense wet rainforest you begin to glimpse blackened stone through the trees and soon find yourselves at the walls of an ancient citadel.
Built of monolithic blocks of blackened limestone, covered in eons of lianas, orchids and moss the place is of a strange architecture you find utterly alien.
You work your way around the perimeter attempting to find a way in, eventually finding a void where great wooden gates used to stand but are now tumbled and rotting on the ground.
Stepping between the broken timbers of the gate, your awe and fear grow ever stronger. This is truly a place of death. Strewn about the entrance and across the plaza are countless mouldered human bones.
Suddenly you note something, in the shadow of the arch sits an ancient looking gorilla...its thin, white fur waves in a strange cool breeze that seems to circle the plaza. His blind eyes stare out beyond you, into the shadowed forest without.
Stealth:
2d10 4 Success.