As Tank explores the caves, he begins to remember bits and snatches of the previous night. He remembers blind, unreasoning anger. He remembers running freely through the night, under the moonlight -- on four hairy paws. He remembers the pain as the sun rose and his bones shifted, muscles reattached themselves in their usual places. The details are hazy, but the conclusion is clear as to what Tank has become.
The smoky smell leads Tank slightly uphill, but after perhaps a mile or two of bending tunnel, he reaches a cave in that completely blocks his way. No further progress is possible without a small army of miners. The smell of smoke is very strong here, and there are fragments of scorched, splintered wooden barrel staves lying about. It seems that the cave in might well be recent, and not an accident.
Retracing his steps, Tank works back towards where he woke up. Halfway back, he suddenly stops. There is a sudden unfamiliar smell in the air, metallic but also animal, somewhat rancid -- and nearby. Tank's eyes comb the area, but he sees nothing. Suddenly, from directly in front of him, a short, stocky person appears. It is a Duergar, a race of dwarves that Tank recognizes only from stories. He has little time to examine it, however, since it immediately throws at him the contents of its hands: a net! The net
engulfs Tank, tangling his arms and legs.
Three other Duergar shimmer into visibility, holding large clubs that appear to have cloth wrapped around them.
"Surrendur, or it will go worse for ye," one of them says in thickly accented Common, advancing towards Tank with his club held menacingly.
ooc: Tank is entangled in the
net held by #1, and is unarmed and naked, but is at full health. (20 HP)
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