“Da,” Stephan confirmed to Hasan, “Let’s go see what that wailing was.” He nodded toward the left, up and behind where the two tunnels opened. After getting his gear in order, he opted to have his bow ready at this time–He paused, waiting for Hasan and Ludo to lead the party toward where the wailing was heard.
Ludo finished wiping the rat blood and fur off his sword, and nodded to Stephen. “We haven’t finished investigating this tunnel which is where the ghouls disappeared into. I suggest we re-enter this tunnel and finish off these unholy creatures first before investigating the wailing sound.” Ludo looked at Maruc for confirmation as to what he thought was the best course of action.
Feldard shook his head at the lack of clear leadership amongst the party. Well it was his fault he supposed, he asked the question of where to go, in the first place rather than simply leading the way. Best he solve it then. With a grunt, he reloaded his crossbow and he nodded to Ludo. “We continue back into the tunnel.” The dwarf didn’t wait to see if others agreed or not. He simply led the way into the tunnel mouth once more.
Ludo nodded to Feldard comments, moved aside to let Feldard into the cave and relit the torch he was holding. He shurgged his shoulders it least if the Ghouls attacked; chances were he would not be within range of their putrid claws and paralysing touch. He murmured to himself, “I hate fighting undead.” Holding the torch aloft, he followed the last party member into the cave.
“Oh wise Feldard we shall follow you, if only to pull your paralyzed corpse back out.” Maruc’s mischievous grin hovered around his lips as he slapped the dwarf on the shoulder. “Fear not the power of Halav goes with us.” He ducking into the cave after the dwarf, holy symbol and lightstone in one hand, mace in the other. There was no guarantee that the two ghouls they had seen were the only ones.
Miklos eye’d Hasan. “In Harlafinn’s Elven Compendium, it states that immortal elves have uncommon resistance to the foul touch of ghouls. This may prove our saviour in the hours to come.”
He felt around in his backpack and felt something sloshing about, he pulled it out. It was the potion of animal control. He glanced down at the corpses of the rats, he wondered how long the rats might have lasted against the ghouls?
Too late now. The silent darkness waited, he followed,
Stephan shrugged and stowed his bow. Figuring they’d be in tight quarters for a spell, he fitted his shield on his back and readied his sword and lightstone. With stalwart determinism, he took his place in the line up and entered the grotto.
They encountered a few straggler rats that hadn’t gotten caught in the mage’s sleep spell, but they were easily disposed. Feldard led them a short way until they reached an area where the tunnel opened up into a larger area.
This larger chamber was more fit for human-sized creatures, with about an eight feet high ceiling. There were openings to other small tunnels. It appeared that this was the center of some sort of underground ghoul tunnel system. The ghouls that had fled at Maruc’s banishment were hiding inside. They shrieked at the approach of the group and once again attacked.