We chose the eastern cave, and found it lately lived in; a pot of lamb stew gone cold, one bedroll, and two sets of footprints leading down. So down we went, and near the first door, stuck fast in its frame, we found a dead dwarf slumped where he'd fallen. The rooms past him we opened with care, sending an unseen hand ahead to work the locks, and were paid for our caution with a chest holding emerald powder, a pair of purple lace knickers, and a silver amulet. On one wall, scratched in Orcish was a single word: *broken.*
We had not gone much further when a pair of giant centipedes came at us in a corridor too narrow to swing an cat let alone a weapon. We finished them, though not without a few bites to remember them by. A hidden door in a smooth stretch of wall was opened and we found three goblins (Quakel, Josian, and a third) who, rather than fight, told us their sister Vicaros was held prisoner somewhere deeper still, in the grip of an outfit calling itself the Fiendish Doom. So, unlikely as it sounds, an alliance was struck.
But before any of us could enjoy a moment's peace, there drifted into the room a small floating eye full of menace. It shot out rays of raw terror and unseen force, and hurled me bodily into a wall. Horton answered it the only way Horton knows; he charged in, and drove his greataxe clean through the creatures great central eye. It was dead before it hit the ground...
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