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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Sqwonk" data-source="post: 1130953" data-attributes="member: 13931">Chasing PepeThey follow after Pepe through the woods. Carry him over the small stream. Follow him some more. Wait patiently by the mulberry bush during the potty break. Follow some more until they spot him barking by a small 3 ft hole dug out of the side of a large hill. “They must have dug out of right there.” Marcus states astutely. ‘Thanks Sir obvious.” Remilles retorts. Larinia chips in, “Based on what Yaro said we must be on the other side from the cave enterance that was sealed up.” “Well lets go to the front door.” offers Marcus. “We have the key and there is no way I can go in that way.” “We can’t just open it !” “Why not Angrimir?” “We don’t know what or who we might let out.” “Whatever was trapped could have gotten out this back way months ago. Lets just go in the front way and wheel out the carts of gold.” “Maybe the Fire Lord couldn’t fit through because he is huge after eating all his underlings.” “Fine” Marcus huffs and swears under his breath as he undoes his huge sword and start to tie it to a rope to drag behind him. Led by the indomitable Pepe, the party scrunches/crawls through about 50 ft of tunnel until it opens into area of hewn stone.  Remilles quips “This is some nice stonework for bandits.” After a short turn, the hallway opens into a tall cylindrical room with hundreds of alcoves covering the walls – some empty some with boxes. Broken in the middle of the floor are 5 coffin sized and coffin shaped wooden boxes. Marcus observes “ Hey those look like coffins.” Remilles’ retort is cut short by the 6 eyeless men jumping on them from above.  Zenthilus, a little embarrassed by his previous showing, makes short work of 2 of the beasts. The rest of the party also shows some fighting prowess. Within seconds the fight is over. Marcus shudders. “I hate ghouls.” “Your still moving after that one bit you aren’t you?” Larinia responds. “I don’t think they are ghouls. They might be Morloks.” “But look at the chew marks” Marcus says holding up a femur bone. “They must have ran out of food so they started eating the dead.” “Well at least they can’t eat the gold.”   The party pokes around the holes and coffins for a bit. Nothing is found except that some of the bodies are wearing clothes with the Fire Lord emblem/badge. After about 15 minutes of traveling through well-built tunnels, Remilles scouting ahead, sets off a loud bell alarm while sneaking up some stairs. Flinging curses at the sailor, the party rushes up the stairs into a large cavern. The party takes cover behind some boxes and lumber. They hear the patter of leather boots in the tunnel they just left – then quite. Looking around, the chamber looks like a forge room that has been stripped by the thieves guild. There is a large fire pit, broken lumber and poles and a few boxes strewn about the large cavern.  Investigating the fire pit, Zenthilus finds half of a large pottery jug with a winged skull symbol embossed on it. “Ooh the Elemental dream god” Remilles states “Glar, the god of fire.” “He is the god of Fire and of Dreams?” Marcus asks confusedly. “No he is one of the elemental gods. Fire. The Reborn Gods have dreams of their former selves. Wicked Dreams. Glar is the god of those too.” “Peachy.” “That why the worship of Glar is outlawed. Fiery god-dreams are not good for anyone.” Still holding the pottery Zenthilus says ‘There is some oily stinky stuff still on back.” “Lets see that,” says the excited Angrimir as he breaks out his alchemists kit.  There are times when I can “hear” Angrimir speaking like Professor Frink from the Simpsons. Several minutes later the party starts getting restless and coaxing Angrimir to continue on. “But I almost have it.” Angrimir finally gives in. “Fine.” The party picks there way over the rubble, investigates a few collapsed tunnels and finally coming to a T intersection. To the left is a bricked up hallway. To the right is a large tunnel encased in blue crystal. Straight ahead is a small hallway leading to a wooden door. Marcus explains, “They must have bricked up their treasure room. “ Remilles shakes his head “Or trapped the Fire Lord so he wouldn’t eat anybody else.” Marcus loses the brief discussion and the party goes to investigate the door. Larinia shows off some the skills from her youth and jimmies the door. Inside the small room are rows of metal trees around a small glowing fire pit in the center. Remilles slowly creeps up on the pit and realizes that there is no fire, only a large magical continual flame.  Unable to move one of the heavy metal trees, Zenthilus asks “Who did this? Why?” “I got it!” Larinia exclaims. I know what this reminds me of. This room looks almost exactly like Brother Janda’s artistic sketches of the Plane of Fire.” Oh.</blockquote>

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