Faerun(Mosstone)

So *THAT'S* What Was Down There

Thor defeats water (and other things happen...)

So we finally went down the secret stairs in the vegetable garden. The night felt like waiting for weeks. I hardly got any sleep, but still managed my morning prayers to Moradin. Praise him and all his dwarvenly greatness! It must have been that morning prayer that got me through the rest of the day, because not all of my traveling companions were so lucky…

A statue barred our way when we made it to the bottom of the long stairway. Aramis detected no evil in the room and walked boldly to door that was behind the statue. That was a bad idea… This huge, clay golemey-like statue animated and decided to pummel Aramis until he looked like a beat-up piece of dough. Fortunately, I was able to seriously wound the automaton while Zivon the Lean (I’m beginning to grow more fond of the tall human) and Caveyon (of whom has been quite cool towards me lately) did their part and the three of us combined to disrupt the magics that bound the creature. I must have wounded it more severely than I thought because Caveyon fired only one arrow at the golem, and it broke into pieces. I’m pleased to say it is now hunks of hardening clay on the floor. Unfortunately, Aramis’s wounds were more serious that I though as there was nothing I could do to magically heal his gruesome wounds. He because more of a liability than an asset as he seemed to second-guess his choices during battle and lost some of his vim and vigor during a good fight…

I trudged ahead and discovered a lovely looking treasure chest. A long sword, a pair of gloves, a potion, ring, and a cloak all registered as magical thanks to a detect magic spell. The gems were worth decent coin as well. It was a respectable haul for minimal loss, or so I thought…

A secret passage was discovered going down further underground. Feeling confident that Melrilial the elven ranger was close, I took the lead and was able to observe through the darkness that we were in no immediate danger. The stonework appeared to be of dwarven-make: smooth, straight, and level. The halls were clean and in good repair. I appreciated whoever kept the architecture looking prim and proper. Good stonework should be appreciated you know…

By this time, Zivon needed a torch to see as all of our natural light no longer stretched this far. We came upon a large hall, possibly once a banquet hall, and Zivon thought he heard something coming from far across the room. Now this large room had four statues and an altar and I thought that I saw Aramis shudder as he spotted the large statues. Fortunately, none of them animated to say “hello.” Zivon followed up on his lead and boldly marched to the other side of the large chamber. As he went through the door, his torch reflected hundreds of eyes looking down on us from a mammoth gibberling warren. The males jumped down and tried to get a bite to eat, but four experienced campaigners were more than a match for the wicked creations. Zivon kept them at bay by swinging his torch and the rest of us quickly cleaned things up. I found a hidden door (sharp eyes) and quickly cleared the rubble with a pick. There was a long cave, but we chose not to explore it as it was blocked up and likely untraveled for a long time…

We continued exploring the underground dungeon and came upon six ivory pillars. There was a pit trap that was tripped in the middle of the room by a poor bloke. I was just hoping that it wasn’t Melrilial.

We found another doorway and discovered the body of an orc pierced with needles. The creature only appeared to be a few days dead, but the length of the needles made me pause. They were too big for a dire porcupine and too small for a howler, so what in the world had needles like that?

We found another opening and my needle question was answered quickly. Strange humanoid creatures that looked like a cactus with long needles were standing at the edge of a pool. They looked threatening, but Zivon tried to parley with them. The first volley of needles apparently stung quite harshly as the stream of paladin cuss-words streamed from his mouth (darn, shoot, and by Tyr!). We quickly ended that threat and found a way into a catacomb…

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