Here the party is fleeing the "Honeycombe", a system of tunnels overrun by quaggoths.
From Book II: Catching the Spark (Part I)
Before them the riverbed broadened, and sunk down into a wide depression filled with drying muck which was at the foot of a black stone cliff forty feet high that must have once been a waterfall. The cliff was flanked on either side by tall groupings of volcanic rock that created natural pylons that could be climbed.
They moved single file along the muddy bank to the left of the cliff, and Ratchis, taking the rope, went up first. The climbing was not too bad, though in places the stones leaned way over making getting over on top of them hard, but gave stable footing once upon them.
Ratchis was about three-fourths of the way up when the others spotted movement above him. A quaggoth hooted in the shadows above as he dropped a heavy stone on the half-orc’s head. Blood poured from his scalp, as he struggled to maintain his footing and, pulling a dagger from his boot, tossed it straight up. The quaggoths tried to knock it away, but the blade pierced its hand and it hooted again, more loudly and more angrily.
Tirhas had her bow out and an arrow nocked even as the stone was still falling. However, the arrow arced low and struck Ratchis in the small of the back.
Ratchis roared in anger.
Jana passed the dagger with the light spell to Kazrack, who despite needing to use his off hand tossed it up to the cliff to light up the shadowed foe. It was now illuminated, ad so they were able to clearly see it this time as he lifted another rock and dropped it on Ratchis’ head again.
The half-orc raised his hands above his big head to block the stone, but its weight and speed struck him hard and Ratchis tumbled backward, landing on the hard bank below and them rolled down into the muck.
Jeremy fired his crossbow, striking the hairy thing in the shoulder and this time it cupped its hands around its mouth and gave a long series of loud hoots. Martin scrambled to load his crossbow, snapped into action by seeing Jeremy fire. Tirhas continued firing arrows, but they continued to miss their mark.
Kazrack also struggled to load his crossbow, but the pain of his broken arm worked against him.
Jana spoke an arcane word, and the quaggoths hands went to its eyes.
The creature stumbled backward out of sight, as Kazrack ran down to Ratchis.
“He is bleeding to death!” the dwarf cried, as Jana cast light again, this time on her club. She then went down and bound Ratchis’ head wound.
“What do we do now?” Kazrack asked. “Between Ratchis’ unconscious form and my broken arm, getting us all up there and out of here is going to be much harder.”
“We have no choice,” Jeremy said, with unusual decisiveness. The Neergaardian grabbed the rope and placed a dagger in his teeth and began to climb up, as Tirhas nocked an arrow and kept it aimed at the top. In the distance, behind them they heard the echoed hooting of quaggoths seeming to answer the call of the one that had just fled.
“We have to hurry,” said Tirhas.
Kazrack, Martin and Jana pulled Ratchis out of the muck and back up the bank.
