The Brew Crew make a lot of noise, stink out a kitchen and manage to get into deep dookie, all whilst beheading Orcs. Standard, really.
The Brew Crew had reached the bottom of the shaft safely. They look around the chamber trying to work out where they were. A large, smoky fire crackled in the centre of this room. Battered pots and kettles are stacked all over; clearly, this space served as a crude kitchen, but to what? They did not know. Roll’fo, up till this point, was busting to use the toilet, but hadn’t let anyone know. The rest of the crew was huddled together discussing strategy in hushed tones when they heard a loud “Ahhhhhh” and heard a hissing noise. They whirled in surprise and saw that the Goliath had decided to relieve himself on the cooking fire. The smell was infernally awful, as he had drunk nothing but beer for the last three weeks! Simba and Roll’fo both got dizzy from the smell. The rest of the group were smart enough to breathe through their clothes to mask the powerful musk.
They quickly vacated through the tunnel to the Northeast with Roll’fo running out first. He came into a medium sized cavern with crates and barrels hap-hazard stacked randomly. There were two passages leading east and north, with what appeared to be a crudely constructed prison in the southern part of the cavern. There were two humans dressed in pitiful clothes within. Roll’fo, stumbling into the cavern, angrily kicked out at the crates in front of him, sending them clattering and smashing across the room. An angry grunty, guttural cry rang out. “Who the hell is that Tarn?”. “I have no idea, maybe those fucking prisoners are escaping again, quick, let’s get them! We’ll burn them alive this time”. Fast footfalls were heard coming down the eastern passage. The prisoners shrank back into the darkness of their cell. The group got ready for combat. Presently two orcs became visible in the hallway. One orc that they were familiar with, a weedy wiener misshapen orc with an axe and a javelin, and one that they were not familiar with. He was tall and broad, had a large spear and chain mail armour on. He had a Sigel of an Eye on a necklace that glowed with a blue, black necrotic energy.
The Goliath ran up and Kissed the Sorcerer with ‘D’face’. It connected solidly with the Orc, but he laughed it off. To everyone’s surprise, the Orc’s hand glowed with blue light and he touched Roll’fo’s forehead. Suddenly, He said “Of course” and turned tail and sprinted in the opposite direction. Wild Wings with a cry that claimed their eyeballs, came running up and taloned the wiener Orc. The Sorcerer laughed, spat on the ground, and summoned a spiritual weapon, crashing a glowing, ghostly great axe across the Aarocokra’s head. This fortunately didn’t damage the Sombrero, but did hurt the bird, with him staggering. The large orc, surprisingly strong, laughed and pushed Wild Wings to the ground. Simba realised that Wild Wings was in trouble, glowed slightly and levitated, throwing healing energy towards him, restoring some of his vitality.
Roll’fo, came out of his daze, staring at the wall on the other side of the cavern. He yelled out “Hey, what the heck, why am I over here?”, then sprinted back with his war pick swinging. He missed however, and with a great crash, it smashed into the wall, renting a huge crack across the stone. The smaller Orc, clearly uneasy about the fight, turned and yelled backwards into the darkness. They heard a shout in replay and footfalls coming from beyond the chamber.
The sorcerer again commands Roll’fo, this time freezing him in place for an easy target. Gregalith sees this and comes to his rescue, popping up over his shoulder and splitting the Orc Sorcerer’s face in half with a well-placed hand-axe. Roll’fo, raging hard by this point at being manipulated, takes it out on the smaller, remaining orc, who cries out as he is pulverized and dies horribly.
The group fell back into defensive positions, all except Roll’fo who’s blood was up at this point, he stood in the hallway eagerly awaiting the reinforcements arrival. Four Orc Archers appeared in the hallway and took up a firing Phalanx position. They all fired their longbows at the Goliath, an easy target to be sure. As they all took aim, there was a flash, as Laucian’s glowing rapier reflected some of the light in here into one of the Orc’s faces, throwing his aim off. The arrows streaked into the Barbarian, but he laughed off the damage. Meanwhile, Gregalith carefully examined the archers, but couldn’t make much out in the dark. Roll’fo, eager to smash the bad orcs, threw his head back, spread his arms wide with an Axe in each hand, and sprinted down the hallway, roaring horribly. His loincloth fell off, (the others seemed to notice that he had snow white butt cheeks) but he paid no mind and continued charging, decapitating one Orc with one axe and heavily wounding another. The Orcs, terrified at this, seemed to falter again. Laucian, not having experienced such invigorating combat in a long while, jumped onto a stack of crates and screamed at them “If you run, you’ll live!!!” Poor Simba and Wild Wings noticed he was quite Tumescent at this. The orcs, now completely terrified, turn tail and ran, but not before Wild Wings grabbed one by the throat and stabbed his eye out with a talon, then ate it while the still conscious Orc looked on, dying of shock shortly after.
Once everyone’s blood had cooled, they took stock of the situation. Laucian went into the eastern chamber and saw a rope bridge spanning a gigantic chasm. He cut the ropes, sending the bridge tumbling downwards into the abyss below. The others turned their attention to the prisoners in the cage. The two pitiful humans cried for help. “Help us, help us please, we are innocent commoners. I am Gerdil and this is Courana, we are from Mirabar. Please set us free. The Orcs took us while we were foraging in the woods. They have subjected us to horrors beyond belief. Please.”. Gregalith, sympathizing with them, took pity and he talked Roll’fo into smashing the cage open. They thanked the group profusely and said “we have nothing to reward you with but our thanks and some information. There are hidden archers in the front passageways and the orcs seemed to complain about someone called ‘Great Ulfe’. Thank you again and we shall remember you!”. They ran off into the Eastern passageway.
Laucian thought hard about the name ‘Great Ulfe’. He realised that this is likely someone who is or is associated with Giant Culture, as the name had the same regional ring to it. The party headed into the Northern cavern and saw more hap hazard boxes stacked up and around the place. There was a passage in the north that ran east-west. Laucian examined this and it looked well-trodden. He slunk back into the room and filled the others in. They headed south and went into another passageway that ended in a dead end. In the east of this cavern, there was a well that was full of brackish, rancid water. Roll’fo, bored, picked up a crate and threw it in, with a horrible splash. The group waited with held breath, but nothing stirred. They noticed a North-eastern passage that was blocked with packed crates, barrels, and flour sacks, as if to keep things from coming in or out. Roll’fo Smashed into it with his war pick, and it tumbled down and landed on top of him, pinning him to the ground, half buried. Dazed, he asked “what happened?”. Again, they waited, and nothing stirred.
Presently at the end of this passageway, there was an ancient Iron gate blocking the way. The lock was rusty, and the bars pockmarked. Their first instinct was to try and force it, but there was a menacing buzzing noise from inside the room. Laucian realised that it might be some kind of Insect. He elected to send his Familiar into the room. Bile, *POOF*, appeared in a cloud of feathers on Laucian’s shoulder. He was a dark and sleek Raven, with hate in his eyes. He squawked a ”Fuck You” at the group, then went into the room stealthily. Bile reported back, “The ceiling soars thirty feet high in the centre of the chamber, and the walls are carved with images of dwarves at their forges. Two large stone doors exit to the north and south. Several old skeletons lie scattered near the northern door, they look horribly burnt. In the centre of the floor, stairs lead down”.
They send Bile back into the room to grab a bone to pick the lock with. He accidentally sent a helm clattering away into the darkness below, stirring the creatures up from beneath them. They appeared to be large mosquitos, buzzing angrily. They couldn’t get past the Iron gate and gave up and went back to their roost. Simba tried to pick the lock with the bone, but it crumbled to dust. Presently, Gregalith and Roll’fo, getting quite bored, forced the door quietly, giving the group access.
They all shuffled in and noticed a scowling dwarven face on the northern doorway, with the charred skeletons around it. Wild Wings realised it was a fire trap and disarmed it, allowing Laucian to collect some of the ingredients in a flask. Their attention shifted to the southern doorway. Simba peered into the Keyhole of this door, trying to peek inside, but it was blocked. She then used a sharp claw to try and quietly pick the lock, but with a soft rattle and thump, the key fell out onto the floor in the other side. There was a roar, a grunt and a jet of flame came jetting through the keyhole as the door was burst open from the other side. A cry rang out. “Who dares disturb the Great Fire Sorcerer Burgdug the Unholy at work!”. The group prepared for combat as a large female Orc with another Eye Sigel appeared in the doorway, two smaller Orcs flanking her in dirty cloaks. From below, the buzzing intensified…