Insect-plagued ogres give way to trapped staircases and ambushing armored trolls. Disdain for fireballs leads to a pitched battle and much bloodshed – multiple on-the-verge-of-bleeding-outs amongst party members and trolls alike. The flaming druid blade (not that the druid is flaming, but his blade was) dispatches the bruised floor-trolls and the party adventures on.
Roid-raging hobgobbos and a partially despoiled altar give way to terrified stone statues and the creepy feeling that you’re gonna get stoned. A path, and escape, a trail to more trolls engenders a reversal of motion and a return to the stone caverns…more statues!
Lovely fountains and the like only serve to add to the feeling of general oddity…wherethefakawi?
Leave a reply