Ludo stood back to allow Feldard to go first, damp dark tunnels he figured would be a natural place for the dwarf. “Feldard, after you,” he whispered, grinning. “Age before beauty.”

“Well, they were looking for a dwarf and elf. We might as well give them what they want.” Hasan followed the dwarf through the tunnel. “Give us a second, then follow,” he hissed back at the humans. “Just us for now, Feldard,” he smiled at the dwarf. “Let’s do this.”

A hollowed out log was not much of a tunnel and the sound of running water just on the outside of the petrified wood did appeal to the dwarf. Still he wasn’t about to back down from taking the lead in this. Feldard stepped into the tunnel, not needing to crouch… but the low ceiling meant that his axe would be difficult to maneuver, if it came down to a battle in there. Again, he mentally chided himself for leaving his crossbow behind.

Feldard, glanced over towards the elf at his words. Recalling not that long ago, when it was Hasan who was the untrusted newcomer. ‘Bah, I must be going daft, to travel with companions such as these,’ he thought to himself. But if truth be told, he knew he would lay down his life for any one of his travel companions.. well he still had his doubts about the new human, but the others he trusted and knew they would do that same for him.

After the dwarf left the north door to lead the way through the tunnel, Stephan kept an eye on the north door. Muttering mostly to himself, “It’d be a bad thing should we get plugged in that tunnel from a rear ambush.” He held back taking up a rear guard as the party moved into the stone tunnel.

Maruc listened to the quiet banter between his friends. A smile played across his lips at Stephan’s concern they’d be caught and held in a five foot bough. He seriously doubted it would accommodate one axe-wielding dwarf.

Leaving Bushka, Miklos stood by the door next to Stephan and watched the lithe elf follow the stoic dwarf into the shadows the the doorway. He held no fear for his friends, in many respects he felt a sad inevitability in the bloodshed that lay in store for the rude inhabitants. He tried to recall all he knew about the name Xitaqa. It sounded vaguely Traladaran, perhaps an offshoot of the dialect. As for the moors, being a city dweller, Miklos was largely at a loss when it came to the wildland of the Duchy.

Feldard moved across the tunnel quickly, certain that at any moment, the log would be dropped into the stream that it crossed. His footsteps echoed loud in his ears.

“Good thing that hardy dwarf is at the lead,” thought Stephan as he watched the dwarf and elf progress into the strange petrified tunnel.. “He’ll give those gobs a fright, I’m sure…..And if he goes down, well, there should be a little less bitterness in the world.”


A trap door in the floor had opened beneath the dwarf’s feet. It snapped shut above him, while Hasan managed to narrowly avoid the same fate. Feldard sank to the bottom like a stone. Thankfully the river was not deep and he was quickly able to raise his head and get his breath back. Unfortunately, the black water was infested with cold-water piranha. A shoal of vicious fish immediately swam toward the fresh mass of dwarf meat.



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7 responses to “Kerplunk!

  1. Maruc: 10xp
    Miklos: 10xp
    Feldard: 10xp+10xp+10xp
    Hasan: 10xp+10xp
    Stephan: 10xp+10xp
    Ludo: 10xp+10xp

    Maruc: 20,485/24000
    Miklos: 20,570/40000
    Feldard: 20,630/34000
    Hasan: 19,755/32000
    Stephan: 19,580/32000
    Ludo: 19,105/20,000

  2. Ludo

    Ludo heard the trap door slam shut, and whirled around in disbelief, swearing he immediately rushed into the tunnel to search for the release mechanism to open the trap door safely. “Hasan, Stephen quick, get a rope he managed to gasp”, as he frantically searched for the release switch. Finding the switch he pulls it and sees the hatch swing open and daylight flooded the tunnel filling it with light. After opening the hatch, Ludo looks down into the dark water for Feldard. “Feldard where are you, are you OK?” he yells.

  3. Hasan

    Hasan watched the fish turn the water below into a frothing mass of fins and tails. Suddenly, the elf began rifling through his pack. Finding what he was looking for, the elf dumped his packet of rations in the river. It pained him to see the last of his Elyan biscuits float to the top, only to be carried rapidly away, wholly ignored by the devilish fish. But his offering lured away at least a few of Feldard’s predators.

  4. Feldard

    Feldards worst nightmare and then some came into being, when the floor gave out and he dropped into the stream. Fear had him gripping his axe on the way down. When he managed to get to his feet and his head was above the water level, he thought what a stroke of luck… until the first of the nibbles came. “Ow.. hey! Ow.. Aargh!”

    The dwarf tried flailing at them with his axe but slicing through the water slowed the axe and altered its trajectory – he was lucky he didn’t hack off his own limb.

    “Get me outta here. They’re biting at every crevice they can find!” he cried out reaching up with one hand toward the log overhead.

  5. Maruc

    The dwarf cry and splash were enough to have Maruc hunting for his rope. He looped it into a swift bowline and wrapped the loose end round his waist then cast the remainder past his milling friends and into the blackness beneath. It was fortunate the dwarf could see in the dark.

    He glanced about him. “Stephan. Brace the rope with me.” The he cried down the hole “Feldard! Grab the loop and tell us when to pull.” He waited until the dwarf had secured himself. It was a long time as the dwarf floundered in the swift inky water hunting for the loop.

    Maruc felt a tugging and nodded to Stefan to take the strain. “Now.”

    They pulled bloodied dwarf from the swell.

  6. miklosdostevar

    Seeing Stephan was taken with more urgent matters Miklos stood rearguard. He mentally prepared a sleep spell in case of a surprise attack from behind.

  7. Stephan

    Stephan fumbled in his pack for his rope but soon heard Maruc call for help. The priest already had a rope deployed.

    Ditching his shield and sword, Stephan lept to Maruc’s aid. It was difficult finding secure footing but they were soon able to raise the dwarf.

    “Going fishing, Feldard?,” Stephan dangerously quipped upon seeing several of the nasty fanged fish still hanging from various crevices. The immediate scowl from the dwarf spoke of vast scorn for the comment. Stephan shut his mouth and did was he could to help.

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