Chapter 3: Dungeon Delving Disaster
As we awoke from our uncomfortable slumber in the well-worn bunks of the orcs, we decided to clear the floor of any remaining orcs. I was able to located a large orc with two strange wolf-beasts, as well as a few lesser orcs that were still stationed on the top floor of the fort. It took us a little while, but inevitably we were able to vanquish our foes and gather what little useful loot they dropped for us.
With the floor cleared, we searched for a way deeper into the fort: my brother starting a fire against some barrels while I searched unsuccessfully for a new path in the natural chimney of the fort. After some time, we were finally able to locate a secret door in the rock, and so we made our way down the small dwarven tunnel. The dwarf led us into the next room, where he was quickly attacked by a large skeletal monstrosity.
The beast had extendable claws that it used to its advantage to try and limit our advance to get within attacking range, but the dwarf’s armor was too strong for the abomination to halt him. It was a nasty foe, but even the undead was no match for our might. I could sense a couple large beasts beyond the door that stood in front of us, but after such a horrifying battle, we were ready for anything.
I opened the door, allowing my brother to rush into the large room and eliminate one of the large monsters with a flourish of his scimitars, leaving only one left to dispatch. It went down almost as quickly as its ally, and so we found ourselves with two ways to go: through a door at the end of the room, our down the stairs into the darkness. My cousin checked the door for traps before opening it, but apparently he was not skilled enough to find the fire trap behind the door. He took some burns, and we found that the room was empty. How rude of them to leave a trapped room with no spoils.
Walking down the stairs, we found ourselves in a pitch black cavern with a shallow creek running through it. Seeing that the creek went into the wall, I decided to follow it and see if I could find any long lost treasure. Luckily for me, there was a small cave hidden up the waterway, where I found a skeleton with some gold and a rod of light. Not too much, but enough to make getting wet worth it.
I met back up with the group as they crossed the creek once more, and I could sense a number of intelligent beings, as well as a feral beast, further into the cave. I made my way over to them on the ceiling, casting the rod of light a couple of times to light up the area, which initiated combat for the rest of my non-invisible party members. As soon as I saw the large cave bear locked away, I had the idea to let it out and see if it would attack the strange, scythe wielding beings battling my companions.
Unfortunately for my brother, he rushed into the fray without consulting me, and missed his attacks. I didn’t fear for his life until I saw one of them nearly cleave him in twine with their scythe, killing him and sending his lifeless body toppling to the ground. That bastard was my target, but he would feel my rage through the bear that they had seemingly been torturing for Gods know how long.
As the rest of the party found for their lives, I worked on opening the cage, and when the beast was finally freed, it rushed at its would-be torturers. With the combined forces of my comrades, my ability to make them hurt themselves, and the giant bear at their back, we were able to kill the four fey warriors. They even did us the favor of killing the cave bear so that we didn’t have to. I took the tooth of the one that killed my brother and placed it in my belt pouch, and then slid my dead brother into my bag of holding so he’d be easier to carry back to the barbarian camp.
Whether or not the group wanted to continue, I was bringing my brother back to life. They decided to follow me back to the camp, where some of them went about doing their own thing, and the rest followed me to the temple. We bartered with the priests in order to bring my brother back from the dead, but they weren’t as easy to buy off as the last time. I was going to trick them, because they wanted my blood for some sort of ritual, which wasn’t going to happen, but the team ended up giving them our odds and ends equipment to seal the deal.
Chapter 4: Enter the Dragon
After bringing Obsidian back to life,we made our way back into the caverns of the dwarven fortress. I had my cousin swim down the watery cavern to see if he could find anything of use to us, but when he returned all that he had to say about what he found was that we’d talk about it later. He didn’t say it was nothing, and so I expect to hear what he found sooner rather than later.
With the extracurricular exploring done with, we made our way down toward a faint glow that was further in the caverns. It led us into what appeared to be a dwarven burial chamber, to which most of the coffins were already open and empty. Upon further inspection with my all seeing eyes, I found that there was actually a lifeforce within one of the coffins, but that could wait. The mushrooms below seemed interesting enough, and after asking my cousin to figure out what they were, we realized that they were an unnamed shroom that could be used to make a potent moonshine.
I made my way down and cut up around 40 pounds of what I named “River Caps” before climbing the wall back up to the coffins and telling the dwarf that one of his brethren was at least sentient, and trapped inside a stone grave. I spoke to the dirt eater, but he seemed to be as happy to converse with me as most dwarves, so I asked Tasuf to help me translate things to him in dwarven. I hid my true accent in his mind, and pretended to be a dwarf, which seemed to calm him, but it wasn’t long before our new cleric told use it would not be in our best interest to release the sealed dwarf.
I could have cared less if he was evil or may have gone crazy and tried to kill us if we released him; I just wanted to see if there was any sort of treasure waiting to be plundered in his tomb. But alas, we decided to leave him be and continue on our way. I continued on my safe path above the rest of the party, while they took the side route down the way. The dwarf and catman slipped on the slick walkway, while my brother, cousin, and the cleric walked to the side to avoid the trap.
A short battle ensued with some large winged beasts, one grabbing my brother, but we were able to eliminate them with ease. An illusory mushroom kept our attention until the dwarf finally realized that it was an illusion. With that out of the way, we found ourselves in a dwarven stronghold filled with Duergar, and our warlock and dwarf did some negotiations. I found that there were many more hidden within the walls, ready to ambush us if need be, and so we let them lead us to where we wanted to go and avoided an unnecessary battle.
Instead of going down the secret door right away, we opened the door next to it and found a supposedly captured young maiden. The warlock talked to her while I grabbed a bunch of the dwarven tomes for learning their language over my travels. I had a bad feeling about the woman, but I didn’t really care about her at the moment. When she thanked us for releasing her and vanished without a trace, I figured that the warlock had done something bad, but that was his problem.
Down the secret path, we found a ladder leading deep underground to a cavern with stone bridges and a river that had its water flowing into an underground lake. Walking around the winding paths, I sensed a large monster within the waters of the lake. Shooting a light orb down into the water, I could see its silhouette, and warned the rest of the part of its location. When it surfaced, we came to see that it was none other than a black dragon, and it spewed acidic breath over all of the party except for myself and the catman.
The beast quickly grabbed my cousin in his jowls and dragged him into the water. I believed him to be a goner until the cleric cast a spell on the dragon to make him loosen his bite. With Shale safe and sound away from the dragon, the rest of the party went on an all out offensive to take it down. Some blood was shed on both sides, but in the end we slew the dragon. I removed some of its scales, as well as its eyes, and then made my way over to the mound of treasure on the island across the way.
Being the first one there, I searched the loot for anything that I deemed valuable, scooping plenty of gold into my bag of holding, and along with it the Iron Ball that we had been ordered to retrieve. I, of course, didn’t let the rest of the party know that we had finished our mission, and instead let them take what they wanted from the rest of the loot and lament the fact that we “failed our mission”.
With Iron Ball in sack, we made our way back to town and went about our business. There wasn’t much time until we were back at the inn, where we were informed that our rooms had been comped for two months, which was nice of the shady bastard Malarn, but I knew he wouldn’t be happy with the supposed fact that we didn’t find what he was looking for. The rest of the party could think that we failed, but I would get a private meeting with our employer to get a just reward.
Onyx’s Loot (Debatable)
Cloak of Resistance +5
Glove of Storing
+3 Flaming Longsword