Top Tier

----> "What do you mean the ceiling is moving?" Grant asks. "What is it about to collapse?"
----> "Did you trigger some mechanism?" Alasdair asks almost accusingly. "Or do you think someone or something might be up there?" He grips his staff more firmly, ready for any surprise from above.
----> "Wouldn't be the first non-dwarven structure I've seen fall over," Grant finishes his thought.
----> Tharg looks thoroughly confused. "You no right; roof no can move!" With this brash statement and an odd look at the rest of the party, Tharg speaks again. "Me light. Me show." The barbarian makes his way to the top of the stairs and begins tossing torches up the stairs, illuminating the area.
----> "Get ready!" Tilwic tells the group.
----> Yohon springs out of the way of the thrown torches, landing closer to Tilwic and the group on the stairs.
----> Meg looks up at the ceiling, "Oh, shit...................."
----> The ceiling of the upper floor is alive. When the torchlight disrupts the shadowy chamber, several of the hanging creatures takes to flight about the room before roosting at the opposite end of the room. Great, dark wings of black leather swoop across through the air.
----> Bats. Big bats with wingspans nearly as large as the length of one of Tharg's arms.
----> Yohon sighs a sigh of relief. "Fruit bats," he explains. "They'll ignore us if we leave them be."
----> Meg turns and starts down the stairs. "I don't really care what kind of bats," she says. "They're still bats."
----> Tharg attempts to comfort her, smiling his big child-like smile. "No scared. It only bats." Siggy ducks behind Tharg's head despite the barbarian's nonchalance.
----> Grant "hmmphs" his agreement, but presses forward behind Tharg and Yohon. Tilwic follows. Only Alasdair pauses to assist Meggana's nervousness.

----> Once at the top of the stairwells, the group enters the topmost floor of the temple. Sunbeams litter the chamber, poking through this crack and that crevice to produce a mystical lighting effect on the room. Nearly a score of the huge brown-bodied bats hang from the ceiling here. Their eyes softly glow a disconcerting orange color. They seem only slightly annoyed at the intrusion of the group bearing torchlight.
----> This chamber is in total ruin. The floor has been completely covered in layer upon layer of ammonia-stinking bat guano, making footing a bit slippery. The walls have caved in several places and the ceiling lacks over half of its original surface area.
----> Depictions cover the walls, marked in faded but colorful images. Many of them show the big-headed beings also depicted in the statues downstairs. They are shown doing many mundane, day-to-day activities, mostly fishing. There are a few that show them involved in some kind of religious ceremony.
----> By far the largest of the depictions, the southern wall, directly below where the bats are roosting, illustrates the big-headed beings engaged in warfare with black, horned and winged, demon-like creatures on a beach. The big-heads are led by a figure in flowing blue robes, riding on two white horses whose lower bodies become the surf of the ocean. The shadowy beasts are led by a large, bruise-colored creature with the upper torso of an extremely muscular humanoid and the talons and horns of a demon. The face has been obscured by the ravages of time and inclement weather that has blown in through the holes in the walls and ceiling. The thing's lower body is a ghostly, violet mist.

----> The fourth tier appears to be the last tier. The room has no furnishings and there doesn't seem to be any true exits to the chamber. However, the some of the holes in the walls and ceiling are big enough to squeeze a man through. Several empty, iron torch racks line the walls.