Adventurers
- Alfredward (Dwarf 5)
- Mandras (Dwarf 4)
- Rarder (Fighter 6) and Konrad Claver (Cleric 4)
The masked figures with too many tentacles emerging from their sides and beneath their robes approached the party, who fell back into the corridor hoping to funnel the attacks coming their way. It turned out that the creatures looked more threatening than they were, with most of their strikes bouncing off the adventurers’ armour.
Not wasting time, Demetrius continued to lead the party towards where he suspected his brother to be. Learning from the earlier pit trap, the dwarves stayed a few steps ahead of him with an eye out for traps. Sure enough, they spotted a raised flagstone which they directed everyone around, before bursting through a door and falling upon a gaggle of hooded and animal-masked figures. No tentacles sprouted, and the robed figures fell beneath the party’s blows.
Their momentum swept them through into another roomful of robed worshipers of Malachie, upsetting tables sagging beneath gold and silver coins, and all the commotion brought a better-armed response from behind a secret door. A cry of recognition from Demetrius indicated that his hated brother Darius was amongst them, and the adventurers continued hacking their way through cultist forms. Rarder’s ioun stone thwarted the treacherous cleric’s attempts to hurl magic at them – leaving it severely depleted – and Demetrius gleefully stabbed his twin in the heart. With room reverberated with a long, loud sigh, and party’s elf collapsed, exhausted but no longer possessed.
Having been delving for the best part of a day, the party decided to try and rest so that Konrad might be able to call upon his pebble god to heal them. While the cleric made himself comfortable in the secret room (a bedchamber, as it happened) the others barricaded themselves in the gambling room and took turns on watch. They were soon forced to ambush some robed intruders who pushed their way through the piled up tables, but after that were only disturbed by snuffling sounds and, much later, voices. The source of the latter tried to enter the door but, finding it obstructed, left it alone.
Thus Konrad woke up refreshed and tapped everyone with the party’s magical healing stick. Everyone cautiously slipped back into the temple corridors until they came to the large chapel the tentacled creatures had been in. Stepping through the goop they came across an altar bearing the bones of some enormous reptilian creature. Sensing their objective was close, they called out.
A loud, echoing chuckle bounced off the pillars towards them, coaxing and encouraging them further in. They probed and prodded with questions, looking to entice the source out, but it merely responded with moustachio-twirling laughter and villainy. Finally their torchlight fell upon a large figure, similar in appearance to the earlier tentacled beasts but three times the size and exuding a slimy aura of confidence…