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+ Halbarad 13th level human ranger (NG) +
+ Zephyr wild tiger (N) +
+ Mongo 18th level dwarven fighter (CG) +
+ Gorin 9th level dwarven fighter (NG) +
+ Peyote 11th/12th level half-elven warrior/druid (N) +
+ Kup Swiftfoot halfling thief (N) +
+ Relmar human high priest of Pelor (NG) +
+ Date: 5/3/576 C.Y. (Common Year) +
+ Time: midday +
+ Place: an ancient crypt within the northern Vesve +
+ Climate: chilly and musty +
+ "Horror and mortal terror are your friends; if they are not, +
+ then they are enemies to be feared...they are truly enemies." +
+ - Kurtz, from _Apocalypse Now_ +
CDLIV. The Catacombs
After a pitched battle against undead floating heads and severed
hands, the adventurers have stopped for lunch and rest.
Peyote: How can any of you dudes eat at a time like this?!?
Mongo: Because I'm hungry?
Peyote: Feh! (anxious to get on with the quest, he paces about)
Relmar: Also to rest and heal wounds...(he has already cast healing
spells upon all those who needed them)
Zephyr: (laying next to Halbarad, resting) Rrrr...
Kup: (talking as he eats, possibly a halfling racial skill) It's
smart to eat several meals a day, to keep up your strength and
health. (he takes a swig from a small flask)
Gorin: Hey, I've noticed that you keep drinking from that thing...but
it's so tiny. What's the deal?
Kup: (holds up the platinum flask) This, my friend, is a perpetually
Kup: It was a gift from a priest of Inebrios, god of liquid spirits,
after I helped save his temple from marauding bandits.
Peyote: (shows some interest, for anything is better than waiting
quietly while the others eat) All by yourself?
Kup: Not quite. I had help.
Halbarad: Help? What kind of help? An army, perhaps?
Kup: No...just a few good friends. (he waxes nostalgic) Tarl, Yod,
Eyer, Marcus...and of course, Relmar here.
Relmar: (smiles) Those were the days, weren't they?
Mongo: Huh?!? Did you say Yod?
Mongo: As in Yod Ironbeard, of the Lortmils?
Kup: Yup. Do you know him?
Mongo: Yeah...me and Gorin and Bosco helped him with some trouble
Gorin: Wait, wait. Let me get this right: you all know each other?
Kup: Yep. Me, Yod, Tarl, Eyer, and Marcus were together from the
Mongo: Beginning? When was that?
Kup: (furrowing his brow in thought) Oh...hell, I suppose it was a
good sixteen or seventeen years ago.
Peyote: So you dudes were an adventuring group?
Kup: That's right. We roamed far and near...did a lot of things.
Mongo: (somewhat excited) Were you at Thunderdelve during the reign
Kup: (nods) Now _that_ was a battle!
Gorin: You people slew the wyrm?
Kup: We did, but it was a long, drawn-out battle...it shook the whole
mountain. Whew, what a blast.
Mongo: Aha. Now I've figured it all out.
Gorin: (to Mongo) Well, Eyer did tell us some of this...
Mongo: Huh. My mind must be addled from all the battle, then.
Halbarad: (to Relmar) What is your connection? He didn't mention
you as one of the original members of his group.
Relmar: Because I wasn't. There are others, such as Drexel the holy
knight and Filadril the elven wizard, who joined later. (he frowns)
And then there were those who were with Kup from the start, but were
slain along the way.
Kup: (raises his flask) Yup...rest in peace, bros.
Mongo: Damn...I know Drexel - he fought with us recently, not more
than a year ago. And Eyer.
Kup: Eyer, the ever-wandering one. Does he still hang around with
that archer, Baltek?
Mongo: Yeah. A strange one, he was.
Kup: (nods in agreement) There's nobody better with a bow, though.
Mongo: I don't know any Marcus, though, or a Tarl.
Kup: (shrugs) We've practically split up, now, each to his own
devices. Tarl's a big barbarian from the north - he went back up
there to try and unify his people against their foes. Marcus is a
great general, who operates out of the Riftcanyon area. He leads
a force of the finest mercenaries in all the world.
Gorin: And you?
Kup: Me? I've retired, to the comfort of my mans- err, burrow in
the Flinty Hills.
Mongo: But you show up when something important's going on, huh?
Kup: I was just passing through when Oakly enlisted my help. Honest.
Relmar: (smiles to himself)
Peyote: All this nostalgia sure is nice, but I think it's time we got
Relmar: (nods) The forces of evil are seldom idle.
Halbarad: I am honestly surprised that we were not attacked while we
Kup: Maybe the forces of evil are also depleted.
Peyote: Don't count on it, little buddy.
They resumed their explorations again, this time descending a dark
stairway which wound around and around, going ever-deeper...they went
past long-dead halls and shadowy passages, guided by Kup's senses and
Relmar's pursuit of evil. The high priest was certain that whatever
evil had inhabited this place was down this stairway.
Mongo: How in the hell can you know that?
Relmar: I just know.
Peyote: (eyeing dead roots and corrupted earth as they descend) The
priest-dude is right. Whatever's killing the forest around here is
waiting, beneath us.
Halbarad: If that is the case, let Zephyr scout ahead...and Mongo and
I shall remain on the front lines.
Peyote: Don't hog all the action, man.
Gorin: I'm sure there's plenty to go around.
The stairway ended abruptly, opening into a yawning hallway, ten
feet wide and high and longer than their light could reveal. What
struck them right away were this chamber's walls and ceiling, which
were composed of faces and limbs, carved right into the wall!
Peyote: Maybe they're not just stone...maybe they're alive.
Mongo: Not yet, they aren't. And unless they come to life, let's
not worry about them. (he looks about, even his mighty courage
put at ill ease by this place)
Gorin: I don't like it.
Kup: None of us like it.
Halbarad: Aye, this is...evil. Even I can sense it.
As they walked, the walls seemed to watch them, their faces locked
in tortured, agonized expressions of pain and suffering.
Relmar: (feeling slightly weak, all of a sudden) Uh...
Halbarad: (likewise) What...is happening?
Mongo: (also feeling this effect, though he tries not to show it)
Gorin: (clutches his battleaxe, trying to stay on his feet)
Peyote: What's wrong with them, dude?
Kup: I don't know.
Relmar: No doubt an effect of this very place-
Up ahead, they suddenly heard the sound of a large tiger roaring!
Halbarad: Zephyr?! (he charges) To arms!
Mongo: Hey, come back here...(he runs after the ranger)
As the others ran after them, Halbarad and Mongo burst into another
chamber, a great high-ceilinged hall. Zephyr was growling, surrounded
by a ring of undead creatures of all types and sorts. The remains of
a zombie, torn into at least three distinct pieces, attested to the
tiger's capability to defend itself.
Mongo: He got himself surrounded!
Halbarad: Impossible. Zephyr would never allow that to happen.
Mongo: Well, there it is. C'mon, let's go help him.
Beyond the tiger and the dozens of undead creatures, they could see
a robed figure standing in a crater-like depression in the center of
the chamber. Even now, the person turned to face them, something in
its hands glowing with an eerie black light.
As they charged into the room, slashing and bashing those undead
nearest to them, a strange and terrible thing happened: the walls of
the corridor behind them came to life, unliving fiends tearing them-
selves free and spilling into the passage. For some reason, their
twisted, mutilated bodies were slick with dark, wet blood.
Gorin: (looks behind them, and then ahead, to the undead horde there)
robed figure in crater: (laughs, a dry, dead sound that sets their
teeth on edge) You are too late, fools!
next: the beans are finally put to use!
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notes: For the record, I pulled the name "Feuerhauch" from an
article in an old Dragon magazine, back when I ran the original
Thunderdelve adventure in 1986 or so.
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