The party gathered around the metal stopper, and put their backs into the joint effort of lifting. It took a coupe of tries to get the right rhythm, but on the third heave the great iron lid popped free, and they were able to shimmy the metal disc aside. What they saw inside the depression underneath made their eyes widen with excitement. At the bottom of the five foot deep pit under the lid lay several items scattered amidst a small sea of gems.
Several weapons lay amongst the pile. Leaning against he wall of the pit was tall, wickedly sharp, glaive with the head of a dragon etched into the side of its wide blade, and strange runes branded along the length of its red varnished haft. Not far from it, half buried in the gems, was a sparkling silver warhammer. It to was etched with runes, although these were easily translated by anyone with knowledge of the divine; 'Bring the storm to thy enemies' they said. Finally, a quiver of arrows lay on its side, but upon inspection something curious was found. These arrows did not posses normal heads, but rather, tiny metal ram's heads were fitted to the end of each shaft; ten of them filled the quiver.
There were also a few articles of clothing in the pit. A finely polished pair of black boots, a threadbare grey cloak, and what appeared to be red ballroom dress with gold trim.
Picking up the dress caused several bottles and vials to tumble out of its folds. Three of them were familiar healing tonics. The other two were a bit different. One was a tall bottle with the word equinum emblazed across the label, while the other sported a cartoonish picture of a succubus with ridiculously oversized breasts.
Finally, a few less savory items could be found amidst the gems covering the floor. First and foremost was a suit of women's 'armor' that had apparently been designed by a thirteen year old boy. The getup consisted of a bra made up of two large steel cups and a leather strap to hold them in place, as well as a leather thong with a small triangle of chainmail hanging from the front and back. Slightly less ridiculous, was a well-polished black leather corset, with matching silk panties, stockings, and garter belt. There was also a pair of pink fuzzy handcuffs, and topping it all off was a fifteen inch long, one inch wide, bright pink, rubber dildo that seemed to pulse slightly in the hand of anyone who touched it.
"Jack... pot..." wheezed Carla, as she looked at the pile of loot.
