Adventurers
- Elixabete (Thief 2)
- Euchenio de Arcas (Ranger 1)
- Firstleaf (Elf 1)
- Kelro Mist (Elf 1)
- Major Ursa (Magic User 1)
- Assorted NPCs: Antxone (MU), Berros (F)
After restocking supplies and gathering a few extra sword arms, the party descended through the secret passage and on to the dwarven halls. Today they were silent, no longer echoing with the sound of thuds or singing. After quickly checking the rooms they had explored the day before remained void of life, they looked for the source of the melodic voice the day before.
They found a door which required significant effort to force open, sending an iron spike flying and revealing a fry up over a small fire and a halfling frantically trying to pull up a spike from a door in the opposite wall. The adventurers assured him that they meant him no harm, and learned that he, Dingbury, was a dungeon scavenger like themselves. He’d been down here a few days already and, upon learning that they’d purged the area of various rodent beings, was willing to draw them a map of the areas he’d already explored in return for their full map of the red-brick layer above.
They left him to hammer a spike back into the door behind them and pushed on down the corridor. Smashing their way through another door brought them face-to-face with several extremely hairy humanoids who, startled, grabbed up weapons. Euchenio downed one quickly with an arrow and Ursa crooned the rest into an enchanted slumber. More charged in from another doorway but, realising that these might be compatriots of the cockroach-hunting Snitz from yesterday, the party focused on deflecting their attacks and apologising, urging the leader to see that, in fact, most of the downed forms were merely sleeping.
The leader called his subjects back; he did not appear pleased at the death of one, but Snitz had appeared and whispered in his ear, and it was certainly a demonstration of their combat capacity, so he charged the adventurers with defeating the oath-breaking Gecko clan. They probably had something to do with the kidnapped boy the party were looking for. In return he’d grant them some gold and, holding aloft a bug-shaped talisman around his neck, honorary membership of the mighty Tiger Beetle clan. They’d fought and won a stunning victory against a score of them a few days ago, so it should be easy pickings for the adventurers.
Taking Snitz with them as a guide, they crept through the large hall of mushrooms to a corridor which appeared to have been blocked off by a carefully-piled collection of large rocks. As they contemplated this, a pair of large lizard-riding hairy ones charged into their lantern light, but Snitz hissed that these were from that treacherous Gecko clan. The adventurers were well armoured and had a good position to limit the impact of the creatures’ charge; they cut them down but their front-line took some damage themselves, so the party made their way back home to the village for the night.