From the journal of Ragnar Blackaxe…
Back to the boat (unnatural inventions…) to lick our wounds, placed Morin’s body in a place of honor within the hold-damn gobbos will pay fer this! Can’t wait to get back and give them another taste of our steel and magic. Tried to get some alchemical fire from the ship captain, but he’s a merchie – no instruments of war aboard. Next morning, we’re off again, back fo the second assault. Glad to get off the little dingy and back into the caves again, even if they are goblin-filled. The door is barred, we can’t get in. Drums, drums in the deep (O wait, wrong adventure…). No drums (these goblins need work), but the treacherous filth did bar the door. Tried to bash it in, but no luck. Looks like we woke up the locals, trolls are comin, but the elf ranger spotted them, then advanced to the rear so we could dispatch ‘em. Fire and steel and arrows were dealing with ‘em pretty good till the gobbo shaman conjured his cursed fog, flanked us. More skeletal trolls, ground all slippery with tossed cookies. A real mess, but a legendary fight—maybe the bards will write a song about it! Last troll mauls me bad (I must’ve been distracted by the elf puke), had to retreat to gather my strength. Einarr and the others take out the goblin shaman when his fog rolls back.
Messed up again, we head back to the boat and rest up. Ceri and Ryan have an epiphany—there’s a secret entrance under the water line. Oh, and by the way, we have till midnight or that cursed demon of Lamashtu wil be released by Nualia. By thunder, why didn’t they say something earlier! Can’t reveal their sources, so they say <grumble>. This magic stuff is suspicious, but they haven’t been wrong before. Have to admit, seen them do some amazing things. So we go back, spend four hours engineering a way in – Einarr scouts ahead and meets some bloody crab in a golden helmet, just when I thought things couldn’t get weirder. We all dive in – that’s the spirit! Trounce the crab. Spectacular place in there, gold, gold, gold sparkling on the ground! Some kind of weird writing related to Karzoug, Runelord of greed. Whatever else he may have been, at least he showed the proper appreciation for the fine precious metals of the world. Time to see what else is in store for us.
Hear loud thuds and screaming goblins coming from somewhere. Secret doors, traps, sarcophogi slamming open and closed, then some kind of humanoid golems, but Eloam figures out their secret and soon has ‘em stepping to his command. Gotta hand it to the wizard for that one.
Next, some kind of giant stone golem and piles of mushed goblins! Ha! This rune lord may not have been so bad after all—certainly knows how to welcome goblin scum. Golem comes after us, we back up into the smaller passage where it can’t reach. Not so smart after all, maybe Karzoug wasn’t.
Discover a chute, yes a chute going down. No dwarf built that. Stairs, whaddya think stairs were invented for, Karzoug? Down we go, and there’s Nualia (sp?), demon arm and scars and sword and all, flanked by stinking gnolls and some kind of shadow cat. We’re packed in tight, and the gnome Skor goes for it, charging to the front lines. Silence everywhere, unnatural silence. Can’t hear the usual sounds of battle or any spells of my comrades going off. Black soul-scarring energy keeps pulsing off Nualia, and green glowing light when she should have been wounded. Blacked out several times, then brought back by Ryan’s magic healing. Something very evil, evil here. She’s a demon. Ceri and Ryan insist we can’t kill her—she can be saved. Hmmph, don’t like this at all, just bury a hatchet in her skull, I say. Can hear Ceri singin something, its driving Nualia mad, something about sadness and redemption and what not – elvish business sounds to me…but it works and Nualia drops her silent magic and goes for Seri’s throat. Can’t have that now….Einarr crushes Nualia in a bear hug usng the haft of his two-hander axe, then the rest of us wade in, grabbing arms and legs and now she’s not going anywhere. Ryan steps in and drops some necklace on Nualia, then she’s out like a light. More weird magic. But I guess she’s saved now. Still looks like a demoness to me. Anywy, today is not yer day, Lamashtu! Nualia and her vile kin stopped, Morin avenged, gold and loot taken, time for seven or eight foamy steins of Citadel Adbar Shroom Squeezins!