Miklos swept his eyes around the cavern. The bones of many victims had been consumed to fed the dark hunger of the ghouls not all of them human. He wondered if this place was some sort of burial site. It would be challenging to bury anyone in stone, perhaps these creatures had a regular supply of bodies? The piked corpses on the road in spoke of a warning, but would the ghouls wish to ward off potential victims? Miklos didn’t think so. Something else was in play here. ‘Lower’ undead were not renowned for hoarding treasure but powerful creatures such as these might inadvertently cast aside a valuable trinket or two.
“Before we leave I shall search with magesight in case there is a clue as to what we might find ahead.”
Miklos cast off his Detect Magic spell and searched the debris in the cavern and its tunnels, but there was no tell-tale magical glow to be seen.
“Good. Let us clear the other tunnel of evil before we depart.” Miklos followed the others.
Maruc hooked his mace onto his belt and nodded with satisfaction. “Do not be surprised if the wailing came from the ghouls. I agree with Miklos let us clear it to cleanse this place of evil.”
Maruc looked about and thought perhaps the two passages were linked. “What are the chances…”
“No need,” said the dwarf gruffly, cutting off the priest. Typical humans, he thought, lost when underground. “The other tunnel is connected to this system.”
Hasan picked at the detritus alongside Ludo and Miklos. Filth, muck and worse were all the elf found. “Come now,” he said, “More awaits us for sure.” The elf followed Feldard reluctantly. “By all that is holy, I hope we can stay above ground,” the elf complained to Ludo.
“Above or below, I feel we shall soon discover the truth,” replied the cleric.
“Da,” Stephan said sheathing his sword. “Now, let’s go a-wailing.”
“Well it least any remaining rats will have a good meal” Ludo said offhandedly. “Yes, I agree Stephen. Let’s investigate this wailing and determine if they are responsible for the slaughter of the three men. Maybe we can use these tunnels to get closer to the wailings source without being detected. Feldard with your natural underground affinity can you guide us in the right direction”?
The dwarf nodded at Ludo’s question, then took a moment to assess the tunnels leading back further to the left than their original tunnel. “This way.”
Feldard set off in the lead. Eyes alert for foe and trap, ears straining to hear the faint echo of footfalls that were not their own. Eventually they came to where the tunnel exited to the surface. In the mist beyond, they saw a wooden hut. More skull-topped stakes surrounded the dwelling.