15th Day of the 6th Month of the 967th Year of our Kingdom Korand
Ramtar Wolfang had retrieved his plate armor and received guidance to the Miller’s. Ramtar came running down the stairs then recoiled from the heat as he entered the room. “What in the name of Avandra?” he cursed.
Party tries all types of ways to put out fire, from Enoch shooting rays of cold onto it, dropping a barrel of flour on the fire and trying to consolidate the fuel into one pile. Fire proved too strong, however, making the room unbearable.
Even worse, Clyde the wererat regained consciousness and fled up the stairs. He slammed door on way out. The door caught fire, blocking that way out.
In the midst of the chaos, Ramtar’s backpack caught on fire. He threw it off since he wasn’t able to extinguish it by batting at it.
Everyone but Ramtar climbed down into the hole Clyde originally came up. Ramtar of the stubbornly heroic heart stayed behind, trying an idea or two. His heart of hearts couldn’t bear the fire getting further out of control, causing damage to the Monastary and hurting innocents.
As Ramtar tried to consolidate some of the burning debris into a pile, an insubstantial ball of tentacles and eyes popped out nowhere, hovering in the air. It grasped onto him with its tentacles, sending searing pain into Ramtar’s soul and mind. Flailing around, Ramtar fought back with pummeling and slashes of his sword.
The hole led the rest of the party down a tunnel about 70 feet to small tunnel with a stream running through it. Noticing Ramtar gone, Lofgren and Enoch climbed back up the tunnel. Volney sat next to the babbling stream and meditated.
Lofgren emerged into the basement first and saw the scuffle between Ramtar and the floating tentacle monster. Drawing his bow and moving closer, he missed the monster. After a few more attacks, Ramtar and Lofgren disposed of the beast. Ramtar looked pretty hurt, though.
Trying to catch his breath but only gasping in smoke, Ramtar had a flash of memory. He had heard at breakfast some inhabitants of the Monastery discuss the power of their mages and the innovation of the Monastery in the form of such things as water pumps and leather hoses that can transport water some distances.
Ramtar ran toward the hole. “Let’s get out of here!”
They scrambled down the hole.
Everyone but Ramtar had made it down fine with just a few scratches and bruises. Ramtar collapsed from difficulty of climbing down the hole in plate armor, his exhaustion and the inhalation of all that smoke. Lofgren and Enoch bent down next to Ramtar, ministering to his wounds and bringing him back to consciousness.
After some rest, party took a look around the tunnel where they found themselves. They were at mouth of cramped tunnel that opens next to a ten foot wide stream. On the other side of stream was a cave wall. Stream emerged from up from underneath a cave wall about twenty feet in one direction and went back underneath another cave wall about five feet in the other direction.
The path/shore basically spanned from the cave walls where the stream emerged and descended back underground. Ceiling of the tunnel about six feet tall, so tall party members have to duck and crouch.
Tunnel continued a little further past where the stream emerged from wall fifteen feet away. About seven feet past the stream, the tunnel turned about sixty degrees to the right, but you can’t see around the corner.
Lofgren takes a few steps forward, enough to get a better view of the curve in the tunnel. The curve goes for a couple feet then starts going straight. A couple feet after going straight, the tunnel takes a steep incline at about a fifty to sixty degree angle, depending on where. It’s about a fifteen foot climb.
It will require a successful athletics check to climb.
Volney whispered something unintelligible, scrunches his eyes shut. He says, “. .. five minutes of peace. . ..” then opened his eyes. Bending down to the stream, he splashes water onto his face with his hands. “Ahhh, refreshing!”
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