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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Quasqueton" data-source="post: 857552" data-attributes="member: 3854">The Fiendish Oerth Game Story - part 2eSimon listened to the door. No sounds on the other side. He looked over his shoulder at his companions standing behind him in the main hall and shook his head. He opened the door and they all moved in quickly. The room beyond was just a waiting room. The carpet was bloodied, the tapestries torn and pulled down, and the once fancy furniture was now scarred and battered. The orcs were treating this once finely appointed fort very poorly. There were two more doors, one in the right wall, the other to the left. A stairway to the left of the door they were entering through lead up to the next level of the keep."Well, do we go up or look for the downward stairs?" asked Simon.Everyone agreed to continue to the basement to find the chief. They'd go up after that. They opened the door in the right wall and found another demolished room, with no other door, but with a stairway down. "OK, how are we going to do this, exactly?" Simon again questioned."We need to take out the necromancer as soon as possible," said Salem. "He might be only one of a dozen, but we have to stop him from making more zombies.""How do we know he's downstairs?" asked Lorgard."The chief is in the basement," said Salem, "and the necromancer is probably either the chief or working with the chief.""Are we sure about that?" said Lorgard."Who's up there!" came a shout from downstairs.Lorgard recognized the language as orcish. The others heard and understood the words, but they couldn't really identify the language. They had noticed this queer understanding when Lorgard was questioning the orc in the kitchen, but no one really knew what to make of it, and no one really commented on it. But now this ability to understand other languages was making them feel uneasy. But as with the revelation of their darkvision ability, Lorgard just shrugged at it. He was used to darkvision, and he knew the orcish language anyway.The sound of a pair of booted feet walking up the steps jolted them out of their thoughts. Lorgard walked over to the top of the stairs just as an orc soldier's head came above the floor's level. In one quick swing, the dwarf mage smashed the orc's skull with his warhammer. The orc collapsed and fell noisily back down the stairs.Immediately, Lorgard ran down the stairs. The others followed close on his heels. At the bottom was just another demolished room, with the dead orc sprawled on the floor. Bloody graffiti was marked on the walls. The vulgar and vile orc swears and curses were understood only by Lorgard. He had studied the language, both as spoken and as written with the dwarven alphabet. Though his companions could mysteriously understand the spoken words, the writing on the walls were illegible.The group moved on through the basement finding only barracks originally built for human soldiers, but now ransacked and recently used by nasty orcs. But they found no orcs in the barracks or halls till the very back of the basement. A pair of orcs they found in a guard room put up a decent fight, but they fell like the others earlier. One did manage to shout a warning to his chief, apparently in the next room, before dying.The party quickly readied to barge into the chief's room. They readied at the door at the rear of the guardroom. Simon pulled the door open, Lorgard charged in, and Cedrin and Salem followed immediately. But the room they entered was just a sitting room with unfinished food and ale on a central table. There was another door.Again Simon opened the door and Lorgard was ready to move in. But this time the dwarf paused, sensing a trap. He moved forward just a bit, not quite entering the room. Just barely he could see movement right beside the door inside the next room. He leapt in quickly, warhammer ready block an attack.To be continued . . .</blockquote>

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