Curbag's Log

The battle with Longtail left us in a battle worn state. We needed rest before I could hunt down the orcs. Quercus , still putting on a brave face, had his magical supply of water but we are down to scavenging for rats so we can eat. Once Oren, Rosia & I were feeling better we set off back the way we had come, leaving Quercus to consecrate the church to Pelor.

We suspected the orcs would return to where we had first met them and headed off in that direction. This took us passed the long north-south corridor in the east. Rosia noticed that the warding marks had disappeared. I reminded her what the job in hand was and managed to stop her from getting distracted; we would come back to inspect the doors later. Further south one of the doors was ajar. It had been forced open; maybe the orcs went that way suggested Rosia. She sneaked through to find that this had indeed been there escape route. Unfortunately for them they had entered a room laden with traps. The orcs had met their death by darts, spears or boulder. Fate had done my job for me, but as Kord teaches desertion from battle is death itself.

We rejoined the rest of the group. The lizardmen were also holed up in the church and the druid was helping Quercus with a make shift replacement for his leg. Once he could walk well enough we parted company with the lizards once again. Checking the map there were a few areas uncharted. They turned out to be of no consequence and so we looked for ways out of the area. The door to the north-west previously closed was now in a collapsed corridor so no luck there. We tried to make our way through the rooms which stank of troglodytes, but my weaker companions could harder walk a few steps without vomiting.

We resolved to go back to the doors in the east. Not wishing to follow the orcs to a death by trap we tried another door. This lead to a very dusty corridor. Oren, as sharp as ever, found a secret room which held books, which Quercus seemed to be able to read and a solid wooden table & chair. The furniture appeared to be carved from single pieces of rock and showed impressive craftsmanship.

Forging on I led the way. Turning a corner a cracking sound came from beneath my feet as the floor opened up revealing a deep spiked pit. Fortunately my fast reflexes allowed me to leap the gap and I landed safely on the other side. After Rosia & Isacc had found how it worked it was disabled and we continued on. The next two rooms held various basic weapons and looked like someone was readying for a battle.

On returning to where the pit was we found it had now collapsed; and there appeared to be scorch makes on the surrounding walls. I leapt the gap once again and with the help of a rope the group made it's way across. Quercus still adjusting to his new wooden leg did not find this easy. He found he was unable to keep his grip and only it was only because Isaac cast some magic, to soften his fall, did he avoid being badly hurt by the now rubble filled bottom. Once all together we continued to explore...