05 03 Have Fun Storming the Underworld!
The dwarf looked up from his work to stare at the Maisseners before him. “You want a guide to WHERE exactly?”
“The underworld,” Killian said. “S’ long as I’m here I thought I’d let ‘em see the kind of place I was raised.”
“And you want a clan Bonton guide,” the other dwarf continued, “just so you can go look around?”
“I see the light of understanding beginning to glow in your eyes,” Killian said.
The sage dwarf rolled those eyes. “Fifty gold for one guide for one day.”
Killian related this information to his fellows, who nodded. Aneirin was getting the gold together when the sage said something more.
“Quite dark down there, you know.”
Killian again translated for the others and they chatted in Maissen for a few moments. As they spoke, the sage reached behind him, fumbled through a cabinet, and set a wand on the table before him.
“Do you happen to know…”Killian began. The sage pointed to the wand and Killian stopped, rubbed his beard, and said. “And for this….”
“ A bagful of kresvilhur,” the other dwarf interrupted. “I have a bag right here.”
“What exactly is ‘kresvilhur’?” Madge asked as they left the sage’s chambers.
“A kind of fungus that emits a glow,” Killian answered. “Very useful for a lot of things.”
“Like seeing below ground,” Aneirin added.
“In color anyway,” the dwarf answered.
“So what’s a ‘gruell’?” Bessie asked, remembering what the sage had mentioned as they left his chamber. “And what about its beak and tentacles is so valuable.”
“A beast of some kind, that’s all I know,” Killian answered. “If we see anything with a beak and tentacles I suppose we’ll have a better idea. Now, is there any other equipment we need?”
Everyone double checked their gear and shook their heads. They each had food, water, weapons, and pouches of miscellaneous gear. Ren was still convalescing, so the others headed to the Low Intersection, the place where the tunnel to the underground met the community's primary tunnel. There they met with Grolsh, the Bonton clan guide and the wiriest dwarf any of them had every seen. They exchanged brief pleasantries, but Grolsh was eager to get started. “A long walk to the seven doors. Then another long walk before there’s anything to see.”
The guide’s description couldn’t have been more apt. The three humans and two dwarves marched down the tunnel from the Low Intersection for hours, occasionally passing off-shooting tunnels and less occasionally a dwarf or two marching the other direction before finally reaching a huge chamber. There twenty one heavily armed and armored dwarves stood in a phalanx. There was a brief exchange in dwarven, which Killian translated as, “Orders to advance and be recognized, and a proper reply. A formality, since they saw our light ages ago.”
Seven door of varying sizes lined the walls of this last chamber. Grolsh explained that this was the end reach of dwarven civilization. Beyond those doors were the fully threatening wilds. He pointed to one in particular and said, “This is the one that leads to the kresvilhur patch. It won’t be an easy way.”
The Maisseners nodded and the dwarves shifted position to make themselves ready for any threat that launched itself from beyond that door once opened. Grolsh opened the door and let the light shine into the inky black on the other side. There was no waiting threat and he waved for the others to come, giving Killian the honor of first in the group to cross into the wilds.
For all the dramatic build up, the next several hours counted among the dullest the Maisseners had experienced since beginning the journey. The tunnel here was natural, which made it a novelty compared to the neatly cut and smooth walls of the civilized tunnels. But that newness quickly faded as the group continued marching deeper and deeper into the bowels of the world. Finally they came to a chamber larger than that of the seven doors. The light from the borrowed wand did not reach a ceiling or even other walls.
“Which way?” Bessie asked, tilting her head at the echoes.
“One is as good as the other at this point,” Grolsh said. “We can find kresvilhur in either direction.”
“Right then,” Madge said.
The group followed the cavern wall to the right until they came across another tunnel. They traveled down this one for more than a mile and then it opened up into a chamber. The smell of moisture greeted them as they entered.
“This way,” Grolsh said. He pointed across the chamber to a pool of water. Without hesitation he walked right up to it, and then right into it. The others waited, expecting him to turn around at any moment, but he never did. In moments he was out of sight below the water.
One by one the Maisseners followed. Feeling their way along, they were able to swim through a short tunnel and reach air after just a minute or so. Where they surfaced however, presented them with a different challenge. The water was at the bottom of a vertical shaft that Grolsh was already climbing. Madge had the rope and the best chance, so she followed first. It was a struggle to get everyone going, but eventually they were making their way up the shaft.
So far no one had remarked on the beauty of natural wonders, expressed amazement at being so far from anything they’d ever known, or garnered much insight into dwarven culture. There was, however, a great deal of grunts and curses as they slowly made their way up the shaft.
Up top they were greeted with a horrible stench, like eggs gone bad in spoiled milk. The chamber the shaft led to was wide enough for them to stand beside each other, and Grolsh pointed to a tunnel leading out one side. Before he could take a step toward it, they all were stopped by the sounds of something shuffling just beyond their light.
Suddenly three green scaled people ran toward them out of the darkness. They resembled lizards with spears, and attacked ferociously. Aneirin and Madge’s swords flashed and the battle was on. Killian let loose fire from his fingertips, and Bessie slashed at another with her scimitar. Then there were two more of the monsters behind them. Aneirin and Madge charged the first group of three, while Killian and Bessie, with Grolsh, fought the newcomers. There was blood spilt on both sides, but the lizardish people lost more. Soon three were dead on the cave floor and the other two retreated down the shaft.
Bessie poked at one of the dead monsters with her scimitar. “No beak, no tentacles. I suppose these weren’t gruell.”
“Troglodyte,” Grolsh said. “Primitives. Only a threat in great numbers.”
“Not so primitive they don’t know wealth,” Madge said. She held up a small nugget of gold. “This one had four of these.”
Eight more were quickly found. Then, their spirits raised, the group carried on. The tunnel Grolsh led them through made a turn and suddenly they could all see a green glow ahead. “Kresvilhur,” their guide said as they walked closer.
“The wall is completely covered,” Madge remarked. “It must be forty feet high!”
“It’s enough to get some for us too,” Killian said, pulling out the sage’s bag and then one of his own. He walked up to the wall, drew his dagger, and cut some of the fungi off.
The wall screamed. It screamed like a hurt child, wailing in agony loud enough to be heard in Maissen.
“Just get enough for the sage,” Madge said. “That’s going to draw every predator for miles.”
Killian nodded and quickly filled the sage’s bag. The group then quickly made their way back to the last chamber, but were stopped short.
Another half-dozen troglodytes were waiting for them there.
The battle was almost too quick. Anierin and Madge again fought almost as one, drawing blood and forcing the monsters back to the shaft. The troglodytes leapt in without hesitation, hissing and making a sound that felt like laughter to the Heroes that still had to get passed them.
“We’re fools,” Aneirin said. “We let them make our fight a great deal harder just now.”
Grolsh was shaking his head. “There’s no other way to go, and they know it.”
“Nothing for it,” Madge said. “We’ll have to go down there.”
Aneirin went first, ready to take on any troglodyte he saw. They didn’t attack as he came down the shaft. They didn’t attack as the others made it down to the watery landing. With faint hope that the monsters had fled, the Heroes readied for an ambush underwater.
And they got it. Struggling to speed through the water filled tunnel, the Heroes felt the stabs of troglodyte spears. Desperately trying to find their feet, hold their breath, and fight all at the same time, the Maisseners thrashed and stabbed at anything that moved. The light flickered, throwing off weirdly bent beams and strange shadows that were as much hindrance as help. Blood began to mix with the water and no one could tell whose it was.
One by one the Heroes came up out of the water and fell gasping on the tunnel floor beyond. All were bloodied, but Aneirin’s wounds made them all gasp. His armor was ripped open and a hand sized gash at his hip was bleeding down his leg. Bessie used her magic to stop the bleeding and close the wound, but the fighter was still exhausted. They all were. The battlefield had been their enemy as much or more than the troglodytes. They got to their feet without seeing anymore of the monsters, but before they could step out of the chamber there was another hiss from before them.
They saw nothing, but there were countless places to hide from light in the chamber. Another series of hisses and clicks came from the darkness followed by something in dwarf that Killian translated. “They say to ‘give our gold’.”
“Tell them it would be better for them to just let us go unhindered,” Aneirin said. Killian complied. He was answered immediately. With a downtrodden look, the dwarf simply quoted, “’We are many.’”
“Status, everyone,” Madge barked. The replies were bleak. Everyone was wounded and exhausted. “And we do have a long way to travel,” Grolsh added.
Hearts heavy, the Maisseners decided to drop the gold they’d taken from the things they’d killed. For that, the return trip seemed to take even longer. Hours later, they said goodbye to Grolsh, returned the wand and bag of fungi to the sage and headed to their chambers. It had been a long day with little to show for it. They entered their chamber wanting nothing more than a long sleep.
Ren looked up as they dragged themselves in. “So – what’d you bring me?”
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