[The writing shall now commence!]
Noticing how the rest of the band wasn't moving, Lornaeius decides to be the first to go further in. His armor shook and his bone creaked as he moved past his allies as he kept his ancient halberd close in bone-hands. The walls were made of a white stone, like diorite, and were smooth, bearing no engravings. A few yards forward, the skeleton's right foot-bone steps on a tile which triggers a trap! A large spear shoots from the right hand wall and impales him in the chest, tearing through a rusty patch in his armor.
The skeleton clacks his teeth in frustration as he grabs the spear and shatters it with his undead strength.