It was a couple of months after that day, just at the end of winter, when we came back. Our supply list was simple, enough booze to last them a year and an equal amount of food. We also brought a fresh sword, hammer, and spear, just in case we met any opposition right away. We chose to bring more livestalk than anything else just in case we decided to stay for the long haul or find ourselves in need of food. I, personally, am having second thoughts about my decision. The sounds of the panting, moaning, and scratching, still played fresh in my mind. But, I was here, so I might as well make the best of it all. We managed to pass through though the entryways traps and settled in an exposed exterior. It was filthy like the rest of the place. Sitting on top of the supply wagon; I could not make head or tail of what to do next. It took the others hours to clear some of the mess from in front of what looked like a glass doorway. Vucar, went down first, though he wasn’t down there but for a few seconds. It was apparently flooded with no way to get down there, at the moment. We would need far more Dwarfpower than what was available. We scanned the area for no short time after that, and stumbled upon a door that was staring us in the face all along. I felt pathetic. All I had to do was turn around and we could have saved nearly a day’s worth of looking at failing entrance after failing entrance. Behind the door was wet and muddy and lacked no shortage of concerning puddles of water, but down the slopes was a large and spacious room. Rather, it would be spacious if there weren’t looted clothing and blocks and other. . . . . .things littering the ground. Either way it perfect for what we needed it for.
We took a couple of minutes to count our supplies. How fortunate that such waste of time proved to be as a benefit for us. Unbeknownst to us, there was a newt sleeping under the piles of clothing. How one could have missed it was a wonder, but, as a group of confused Trolls led by a starving goblin walked by, it stirred. At least, that’s how I would image that it all came about. I could not be sure, for all I have are second hand events of the fight. Vucar went back down there when he heard sound of a fiery blast and panicked screams.
He told me that, as he watched, more cloths and other things began to move on their own, a large spiral shell being seen every odd movement until, more and more hideous beasts began to appear out of their hiding places. He was down there, for what, to him, felt like hours watching beast after hideous beast pop up from their sleeping place. He described to me how they slaughtered the poor creatures in ways that made even the most goblin hating dwarf feel pity for them.
He ran back up, passing confused and bruised looking trolls and goblins to relay what he saw to me. Not long after he had finished, I heard the sound of something sliding and then falling. Not wanting to take the risk, I ordered everyone to grab whatever armor they could find and pick up whatever could be used as a weapon. I turned to be met by what I expected to meet. To the left of where we were, across the only lowered bridge that we could find, there was a slug beast doing battle with a group of trolls and goblins. I told them to take this opportunity while it was distracted and to get whatever they could find. I didn’t want to be left without guards in this hell.
I watched the Trolls fight the beast. It made me wonder how the ones in the room were doing. It took us a long while to figure out that the residents of this place meant us no harm. In fact, the way we knew was by the fact that one of the trolls walked up to us and dropped food right in front of my face. We were all shocked, but. . . . . . I think it could be used to our advantage.
3rd Granite, Early Spring
Year 541
We struck a deal with the goblins up top and they promised to relay the message to as many as they possibly could. We give them portions of the food that we make, so that they no longer have to eat meat scraps from dead bodies, and they protect us with their lives. With the local goblin threat out of the way, I had a little time to think about how to clean up this place, so we can find a way inside. In the mean time, everyone agreed that it would be best to pick up as many of the small things that can fit into bags as possible. Everyone but me, that is. I wanted to take this time to find a way in, but, they outnumber me and are doing all the work, so, I’ll let them have their fun.
12th Granite, Early Spring
Year 451
It’s been sometime since I wrote in here last. I finally put my foot down and told Vucar that we needed to know what we have first and foremost. Well, not so much as told as brow beat my words into him. It worked and he put down the seeds and got straight on to counting. I even made him get me a crutch so I wouldn’t be stuck in this wagon all the time. He left in a huff of course (don’t know why they care about seeds that much) but brought me a crutch with a hand still attached and pull up the closet chair he could find, and got started. What can I say? You try sitting in one place for a couple of days, wanting something done but not seeing any progress for what is being done.
17th Granite, Early Spring
Year 451
A day or two ago, One of the guys said that they could hear rushing water below them when they slept. I checked the area that was flooded below to find, to my great surprise, there was nothing left but mud. I went further down to find the same with few pools of water. It looked like the halls down there were slowly draining into a cavern or a cistern or something. With a little bit or wall inspection, I found out that there was water behind the doors of some of the hallways. In order to “help” drain the area, I am going to check around to see if removing them might help. That, though, will have to be left for tomorrow.
Sleepy. and need to head off to school. I will add you guys later.
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