Our heroes awaken from some much
needed rest after their battle with the wyvern, only to find that Sloan has
been hauled off. Ethiriel quickly picks up the trail and leads the group in
pursuit. The trail leads them to a deep ravine. While the group was busy
searching for their lost friend, a goblin gang lurked overhead.
The keen rangers sensed trouble and
alerted the archers to the threat. The goblins finally grew impatient (they had
shown marvelous will power, for goblins, waiting the few minutes they had) and
rained javelins upon the heroes. Ethiriel returned fire upon the exposed
hooligans. Most of the party hauled ass to the canyon exit, but Aida (a little
embarrassed at her cowardice with the dragon) stood her ground and hurled some
childish insults (very effective at gaining a goblins attention).
This afforded the party enough time
to escape the canyon. They entered a large depression in the mountains, hidden
away from the town and snow. Igor and the rest hurried across to the cave at
the other end of the valley.
Aida, knowing her party was safely
out of range, began searching for a way up to the nasty little fiends. However,
they were confident in their numbers, and quickly climbed down to surround her.
She summoned her mind-blade, readied her gauntlet, and proceeded to kick goblin
ass.
Igor,
leading the retreat across the valley, was first to the cave. He slowly
approached, and his caution was rewarded as he was able to dodge the charging
bear. As the others arrive, they take up arms to defend their friend against
the furious beast. All got their shots off at the bear, whittling its health
down. However, the bear was quickly defeating each of them until Kilkas the
dwarf struck a mighty blow that ended the rampage.
Fortunately,
no-one was damaged beyond repair. After a little rest—and many, many prayers to
(insert dwarf god here)—the party was ready to continue the search for our
absent acquaintance.
The party began searching the
valley for other threats, or for any sign of Sloan. As night approached, they
returned to the cavern, hoping the dwarf had turned up some hidden door the
rest of us had missed. Unfortunately, he had gone missing as well. “He couldn’t
have gone far,” noted Jarod, “the only tracks of his that venture outside the
cave are those that go to and from the pissing tree.” “Perhaps he found a trap
door that doesn’t have a way back.” proposed Ethiriel. Everyone began to scour
the cave for any sign of where he might be.
Over the next couple of days, party
members disappeared one by one; as they unwittingly found the trapdoor they’d
been searching so hard for. Aida and Igor were the last two left. Igor finally managed
to find the trigger without standing on the trapdoor. Now that the trap was
revealed, the two left topside set their minds to disarming. Enter the troll…
Despite the horrid grunting of the
monstrosity, Aida was too deep in thought to notice it shuffle behind her. She
was sent flying across the room by a single strike of its massive club. She hit
the wall and landed prone on the trapdoor. Igor quick thinking saved their
lives, when he purposefully triggered the trap, and dove through the door
himself. Having escaped the troll, he had time to ponder his position.
“Well thas jus great, we’re all
back together, in a hole!” the dwarf cried out in annoyance. When Aida came to
she started to panic, “Oh no…first I lost my memory… now I can’t see!” “Relax,
I’m sure you’re fine, it’s just very dark down here.” Ethiriel tried to calm
the girl, with only mild success. Igor kept up his murmuring as he thought,
something about needing to escape before the dwarf *A quick sound clip*farted.
Now that everyone was a little
woozy, strange runes began to glow on the wall…
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