We climbed up the lift shaft onto the next level. The mining here is done mostly properly, and you can feel the way the rock just opens up to the paths, instead of being forced open. Compared to this one, the lower level was done my amateurs in hurry, especially given that it looks like there is plenty of ore left here. Why rush downwards?
We found a small soldiers camp, belonging to dark elves, may the Smith hammer them. We were trying to find out something about them that would give us the upper edge, but they had tripped their belongings so we lost the element of surprise. No matter. We defeated them easily, even giving though Anton was foolish enough to get drugged. Z’chut single-handly dispatched one of them. These things were who humiliated him so, and smiting them brought him much relief and restored part of his honour. Their hands are one around his neck; Anton and Anna appear horrified, but they just don’t understand. They can’t understand.
We settled for the night in the camp that the elves so kindly left to us, only to be woke up by an spectral cabbage of madness. It would not respond to any physical attacks (which nearly broke down Ivana, and I can understand that). Magical attacks could hurt it, but it would only reappear again, seemingly unharmed. Anton eventually traced it to an upturned shrine to the fallen miners, and the cabbage disappeared once it was righted. This human spirits are a bit odd: when the dwarven spirits wanted to send me a message, they just told me what they wanted. Quite a lot simpler. Humans and their theatrics…
We woke up to hammering coming from the East, and we followed the tunnels towards the noise. The elves may be gone, but they clearly weren’t working alone. We crept towards the noise, until Anton attempted to whisper and gave our position away. We were called out of the shadows, but the caller only asked for two of us, and so Anton and I had to show our faces.
Ah. Well. Good news: we found the Medusa. Bad news: it hash gnolls and buckbears as back up. It also had Marta as a prisoner, which was weird, because she went in the opposite direction. It was as shame, because I doubt she would have fared well when we attacked, and I really wanted to stop the medusa from bringing down the mine. Anton and I were of a mind, as neither of us dropped our weapons despite the threats on Marta’s life. Then Marta turned into a succubus, so it was a good thing that we hang on to them.
A Medusa, a Succubus, buckbears and gnolls. Sound like a good party. Pass me the hammer.