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Message: <blockquote data-quote="diaglo" data-source="post: 1878208" data-attributes="member: 2885">A Grim MorlockD'nd's map had been accurate so far. The Strange Beasts were off to the Southwest, the Marsh to the East, and Maerimydra to the Southeast. Which meant the party had to reach an intersection in the tunnels before heading directly East. The perfect spot for an outpost or trap or some other form of warning for the drow. Fiddle thought about this as he led the party forward with Calrom and Grishelm close on his heels.  Fiddle pulled out the light from his coin only. It was still a beacon, but nearly as bright nor projected as the one from his lantern. The passage to the intersection was short. The foot traffic was hard to determine. Many creatures had been this way, some recently. The ceiling was beyond the light. Fiddle watched for trouble from all directions.There were no guards.  Just a very large Gong and Hammer. Before Fiddle could test his idea about the thing being trapped. Alya hummed a tune of magic. The area went quiet. Fiddle yelled but nothing came out. So he pointed to the East. And mouthed THAT WAY TO THE MARSH. Still no one heard him, but they understood. The party went East.Almost immediately the new tunnel was more damp and full of fungi, moss, and slithering slugs. This didn't slow the party's progress but it made them cautious of just what might be living here. An hour or so later, the tunnel opened wider and a stream ran thru the break. A small pond formed at the back of the chamber. And fungi were in abundance. Fiddle hurled a stone from his sling into the mess to see if a cloud of spores would be released. He remembered the yellow mold spores he'd inhaled all to well. But this wasn't them. And everything looked okay. Fiddle and Vlad leapt the stream. The other party members mounted or clung to the lizards as they travelled the thinner side of the stream.Fiddle caught sight of a humanoid tilling the fungi. A fungi gardener. He had no eyes, coarse dark hair, and gray skin. He was larger than Darian and very muscular. Fiddle waved and pointed and then leapt back over the stream. Vlad soon followed suit as the humanoid reacted to the sounds."Who goes there?" the thing mumbled and drew a vicious makeshift axe.</blockquote>

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