Thank you, Substitute Random Events Referee.
In deed, a strange mist IS pouring out of the mineshaft even as we speak, and there seems to be something emerging from the cavern. OH DEAR GOD! It's... hideous! It seems to be some kind of humanoid, though it is clearly a monster. It's head is... an octopus? Really? It has scaly, strangely draconian wings and a blotchy, fish-like skin. And the eyes, oh... the eyes... They speak of untold destruction, of aeons upon aeons of unmitigated hunger fed by endless slaughter. This being revels in the blood of the innocent, feeds on mortal souls, and it cannot, CANNOT DIE! THIS IS THE END! FLEE, FLEE for your lives!
Hey, wait a second. It's only 2 feet tall?
Oh, my bad. It seems my miner garbled some words during the ritual. According to its nametag, this is Dr. Cthulittle. And it appears to be befriending random vermin by chittering softly to them. Huh. I guess we're out of the woods.
My Wizard, however, is certainly not out of the woods. He is most certainly in there, which gives me a + 10 arboreal bonus to my Charisma score for 1d4 rounds, as per section 12b of the "Arbitrary rules that rule" expansion ruleset for 3rd edition Pantshelm.
This allows me to recruit an accountant, which I promptly order to commence auditing every player on the board, in accordance with the Internal Revenue Service (IRS) rules on tax evasion. Of course, you've all remembered to pay income tax for every point you've received, right? Right? Mehehehehehehe...
Dr Cthulittle: *chirp*
Accountant: "Carry the five *ka-ching* ooh, deficit, mmm fraudulent deduction."
With my remaining points I buy a level 18 4 strength 4 stam leather belt? Hee-haw.