Zeke and I crossed the bridge to join the rest of the party. As we entered the next cavern, two humans started shouting at us. Investigating, we found two malnourished humans penned up, a logger named Sven and rogue called Heath. Being as the door was made of wood and several of us were carrying axes, it didn’t stand in our way too long. There were also several stacks of crates that were full of mundane goods.
I asked Sven about the Orcs that captured them and he was able to identify two of them: Great Olf and a wizened female shaman. Heath joined us to exact revenge and we follow the trail of blood. Still greatly wounded we kill Great Olf, along with his two pet wolves and two Orcs.
As I moved up to examine a dwarven statue, it’s mouth opened and sprayed me. At first I thought I was all right, but a minute later I started feeling woozy and weak. We moved into what appeared to be a sleeping chamber with a lone Orc. Before I could run up and engage him challenged us to single combat. In exchange, if we won he’d tell us the secret of this place. I don’t know why the party believed him, or even wanted to give him a clean death. I mean he is an ORC! Anyhoo, I guess it was all the same because Eiger showed him who was the boss. With his dying breath, he did tell us about a secret passage way into the Ura’s lair.
We continued methodically investigating until we found a well, the landmark to the secret passageway. Following through the narrow hall, Orshar burst through the door. Unfortunately, she took the blunt of the damage. The flaming Orshar grappled the shaman to the ground, preventing the big bad from casting any spells. Her two companions didn’t give much resistance and now all three are dead.
Curious as to what was so bad about the main passageway in, we left via the main door. The stirges that beset us were definitely unpleasant, but nothing to be scared of.