The party, a diminished and bedraggled crew of what remains of the caravan finds itself trapped in a cell-like room underground. Everyone is injured and exhausted. Everyone but Drielle is manacled to a wall—a fact the jailers will soon regret. The headcount stands at Drielle, Eira, Navena, Songberg, Theren, Lourenco, Garn, and Hessler. Songberg speaks up and informs everyone that Kobolds are what have them; they are nasty, brutish dragon worshipers. Drielle assures everyone there are steps she can take to possibly free everyone or at least fight back. She wants to use an Augury and ask Myrkul for guidance. The group begins to discuss a plan: they want to make noise in the hopes of summoning some of the Kobolds to the cell. They get their wish, perhaps sooner than they bargained for. Two Kobolds arrive and begin to drag an unconscious Lourenco out of the room. Before they have finished, Navena begins screaming wildly. Eira too, blows a whistle the kobolds neglected to pilfer. The kobolds intervene, using violence to silence their screaming and whistling prisoners; Lourenco is dispatched, his blood wells up in a puddle around his body. However, this brings one of the kobolds within striking distance of Drielle who slays it with a deadly grasp. The second kobold screams in terror and flees. Drielle chases it through her open cell and out into the catacombs beyond. There’s a flash of light and it too has perished by her hand. During the commotion, Eira’s whistle has freed her from the wall, having summoned a tangle of roots that dislodged her chains. All of this happened before Drielle’s Augury to Myrkul.
The group is armed now with a spear, a short sword, and two improvised black-jacks made of manacle-chains. The group decides to split, leaving Drielle time to rest while Navena and Songberg—who can best see in the dark—do some quick exploring of the nearby vicinity. They encounter a secret passage and run afoul of more kobolds. Two are slain, but others are heard to run away. When the party is rejoined, a strange visitor arrives. The stranger is an elf maiden of surpassing beauty dressed in a mixed garb that seems part noble and part savage, furs and silks. What is more, she entered the cell simply by walking through the door as a ghost might. She offers, since the kobolds are now surely spreading their alarms, to misdirect them away from the group. In exchange, she wants possession of the terribly injured Skuli who was found in an adjacent cell soon after their escape. After some debate, and with varying degrees of remorse, the maiden’s terms are met—and the party presses on without Skuli, leaving him in the cell with the strange woman.
Using a meager divining rod fashioned from a root-twig (summoned forth by Eira’s dryad whistle), Drielle guides the group to the room where nearly all of their possessions are located. There are clashes with more kobolds on the way, as they fight through a common room, a kitchen, and a smithy, but the caravan’s items are found. They also find evidence of other caravans that were ransacked by these creatures and even orc and giant equipment as well. Log books and other materials indicate some of these items have been stashed here since the Spellplague, over 100 years ago. Eira uncovers an elven diary which makes mention of angels and Navena’s father. Nearby the group loots a treasury, purloining coins and some other items of value. Wasting no time after that, they set off in search of an exit. During this search, there is no sign of their erstwhile captors, so perhaps the maiden kept her end of the bargain?
After entering a new area which appears to have some elements of superior dwarven construction to it, Garn stops Navena. An antechamber before them has been rigged with a false roof—and is set to collapse, probably against interlopers who weigh more than the wiry kobolds. They decide to trigger it with the haft of their spear. Sure enough, the roof comes down in a spray of dust and jagged rocks, destroying the spear. Somewhere in the twisting corridors behind them, the sound of that collapse has roused something angry. Something howling in the darkness with a voice that is neither beast or man.
Songberg 300 – This deficit can be made up if he comes to terms with the fact that he bargained with an evil creature. I’ll explain more in person.