Session starts September 5th, 1136, around noon
The corpse holding the dagger suddenly animated. Floyd cut it down in a single stroke. Burt raised the dagger he had taken, the strange Euros runes along its blade faintly glowing in the dim light.
They moved cautiously through the chambers. A tomb was sealed with thick wax—Floyd’s knives could not pierce them, but Burt’s dagger cut through easily.
Eventually, they descended a stone staircase to a lower level. The duo encountered two goblins at the base, they obviously weren’t expecting company since they yelled loudly. Floyd killed one and Burt knocked the other unconscious, but the goblins’ cries echoed through the tunnels. Footsteps followed. Floyd and Burt ran back up the stairs with the unconscious goblin, and Floyd transformed the walls into jagged spikes behind them, blocking their pursuers.
Back at camp, they tied the goblin to a tree and tried to interrogate him. He was stubborn and unruly, and after too many attempts to subdue him, he died. Burt dug a grave for him out of respect, while Floyd picked berries from the woods. When Burt ate one, his cuts and bruises eased instantly, and his stamina returned.
They spent the evening at camp, made dinner, and prepared for rest. Burt was supposed to keep watch, but he fell asleep. Floyd woke him, scolding him for neglecting guard duty.
September 6th, 1136
They returned to the cave at sunrise, exploring the lower levels. Humanoid corpses littered the rooms. In one, a ghoul in tattered silks attacked them, but it was weak and quickly slain by Burt. They found jewels and treasures among its remains, which Floyd took for safekeeping to be split later.
Another staircase led deeper. The halls became jagged, with ceilings too high to see. Burt narrowly avoided a falling rock while Floyd passed safely. The corridors eventually returned to their smooth, cube-like form.
They entered a room with five corpses, which rose as zombies when approached. The fight pushed them back into the unstable stonefall chamber. Burt, already wounded, narrowly avoided another falling rock. Mishearing Floyd’s call, he surged forward, destroying a zombie with surprising strength and speed.
Exhausted, they retreated up the staircase, Burt decided to trigger more falling rocks on his way out, narrowly dying. When they emerged into daylight, they returned to camp. Burt was battered and weary, and Floyd angry with Burt’s rock obsession. The toll the dungeon had taken on them was immense( more so Burt than Floyd).
Session ends September 6th, 1136, around noon