#DnDEnc – Or how I learned to love Undermountain: Week 2March 26, 2010
Raziel rechecked his harness again as he was lowered into the darkness. The lights of the Yawning Portal seemed farther away than he cared to think. His years in the guard never prepared him for this. As he reached bottom, he double tugged the rope and waited in the dark for the half-orc to join him. At times he thought he could hear breathing in front and to the sides, but for now he was safe.
Once the orcish Runepriest got his footing, the world exploded. A gang of rabble emerged from their hiding places, along with a Halfling wielding a wicked sword. Even in the commotion, they were able to make out two ruffians, with a large scorpion on chains in front of them. Raziel yelled up the well to his companions above. “We’re going to need a little help down here. NOW!”
The Swordmage flashed into action, greenfire arcing into the halfling. The ruffians advanced just as the Druid, Tal hit the wet stone floor to access the scene. Almost immediately, a pillar of lightning was summoned and gave a ruffian a story to tell in the afterlife. The Runepriest glowed with a blue light and took out one of the dead man’s company.
Just then the Halfling set into Raziel, drawing deep blood. Raziel stifled a scream, and again struck the halfling, the air shimmering around him. Just as the Tiefling Belial loosened the ropes of his makeshift harness, the scorpion was loosed on him and bit down on his leg. The Druid replied by a quick shift into lion form, locusts pouring from him not once but twice taking the scorpion and the last of the ruffians out of the fight. A very real sense of déjà vu came over Tal, and he steeled his nerves.
This left the halfling, and the two scorpion handlers to take care of. An obscuring ochre mist seeped from the shadows making it hard to make out friend from foe. Combat shifted back and forth with the handlers taking the Runepriest to the brink. Curses were uttered and horrible Eldritch Blasts loosed. But in the end all that remained was the Party of Four, rattled and bloodied but standing still. Stranger yet, the Halfling’s form melted into that of a Changeling.
This would be Undermountain’s greeting. None are welcome here.
Next week cannot come soon enough!