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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Teneb" data-source="post: 1505180" data-attributes="member: 3572">Spelunking for Danger    After casting numerous buffing spells, we proceeded into the pit.  Unfortunately, our forethought was for nothing as we traveled for a number of hours without encountering anything.  Along the way we discovered pieces of cast off clothing, much of it elven.  Apparently, others had come this way but judging from the cast-offs and a number of tracks we discovered, they might not have come willingly.    We proceeded down the winding tunnel which eventually opened into a large chamber.  Sam and Gruck went around opposite sides of a central stone pillar to scout when a piercing keen assailed our ears.  Linder informed us it was a shrieker, and the mushroom was quickly located and silenced.  We prepared for combat.    From out of the darkness came a number of grey skinned humanoids wearing only loincloths, bearing spears.  Disturbingly, they had no eyes.  The creatures were surprisingly savage, but stood little chance against us.  We proceeded through the cavern to another tunnel.  Near the mouth, Gruck noticed a large creature waiting in ambush and, with the aid of Linder, quickly identified it as a basilisk.  Wanting to end the threat as quickly as possible, Gruck charged the beast with Sam right behind.  The poor thing didn’t have a chance.  Oskar’s spiritual weapon finished it off.    A while later we discovered a small chamber stacked full of discarded clothing.  We poked around half-heartedly, since everything appeared to be quite mundane.  A lot of it was also very old.  Nearby was a larger room with a huge stone door at the far end.  The door was partially ajar.  Gruck decided to stay and guard our backs while the rest of us proceeded a short way.  We didn’t make it very far.    With a startled shout, Gruck was pierced by a number of spears.  More of the grey humanoids had been lying in wait in this room, and the half-orc was an inviting target.  Gruck was nearly surrounded by the time the rest of us arrived.  Sam charged into the middle of the fray to take some attention off Gruck.  It worked, and Sam was sorely hurt.  Linder began a rousing dwarven war chant as Tarrick unfurled his spiked chain and dealt death at ten feet.  I saw more of the creatures moving up from the rear and let loose a new spell: ice storm.    Gruck had regained his composure and began separating heads from shoulders from arms from feet (and so on).  Sam somersaulted past his foes to the rear and healed with additional help from Oskar.  The enemies’ cohesion began to falter, and with it their one advantage.  With only one enemy remaining I flung a bolt of power which careened off the creatures arm, doing little damage.  Gruck’s next swing removed the arm, making it a moot point.    We decided to clear the other leg of the tunnel before checking out the door.  The passage went a short way and ended in a refuse pit.  A strange sense of foreboding tickled the back of my mind, and the word otyugh floated to the surface.  Giving in to my sixth sense, I dropped a flamestrike on the two largest piles of trash (singeing Sam’s eyebrows).  The otyughs present roared to the attack, with Sam roaring back.  Sam 2, Otyughs 0.</blockquote>

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