Friday, August 25th, 508 AF, continued
There is little of interest in the first two rooms of the mine. The first seems to be a storage area, while the second is a larger cavern. Halgo gives the wall's a cursory glance before judging that any digging in the area was several decades old, to say the least.
On the far end of the second cavern, they find a narrow corridor. It's a cramped tunnel, little more than eight or nine feet accross, and it continues on beyond the limit of their light. Yip points quietly to something moving in the murky shadows, and Geoffrey nods. The kobold crawls forward, keeping low to the floor, and returns in the space of a few moments.
"Well?" Geoffrey asks.
"Intersection. Heads piled in centre," Yip tells. "Three heads, piled up. Yip see two goblin heads, one elf. Beetles crawl over, make move."
"Severed heads?" Halgo asks. Yip nods.
"Think their dangerous?" Goeffrey asks. Halgo shrugs, his knowledge of necromancy not vast enough to provide an answer.
"Blarth find out," blarth grunts. He draws his sword and walks forward.
As soon as he's withing three paces, the eyes of all three heads roll open and flare at him. Blarth pauses for a moment, and the heads open their mouth and let out an ear-splitting scream. Blarth lets out a warcry in response and swings his sword. The pile of heads falls apart, the elven head at the top flying down the corridor.
Blarth's companions are at his side in the space of seconds, weapons at the ready.
"What in hell is that?" Geoffrey demands.
"Some kind of alarm system," Halgo explains, holding his hands over his ears. The heads keep screaming, their cries echoing along the narrow corridor. Blarth and Geoffrey start smashing at the heads at their feet, silencing them as the skulls crumble beneath their blows.
"What that?" Yip asks, pointing. Everyone looks, and they can see something glimmering in the light of the Geoffrey's sunrod. It rests next to the still screaming elf head, about three feet from Blarth's legs. Blarth picks up the head and the glimmering object. After taking a few moments to stuff a rag in the mouth of the screaming head and stow it in a sack, Blarth holds the gleaming object in his hand and shows it to the others. It's an gold earring, shaped to look like a tiny trumpet.
"Came off elf head," he tells the others. "Blarth saw flash when Blarth hit."
"Blarth want it?" Geoffrey asks.
Blarth shrugs, and pushes the earring through his ear. There's a momentary blur in his hearing afterwards, as though his ear is blocked with wax. Blarth contemplates this for a few seconds, then shrugs it off as an afteraffect of peircing his own ear. Before he can conteplate things further, Geoffrey nudges him and points down one of the narrow side-passages.
"That way," the cleric says. Blarth nods and leads the way into the gloom.