I wanted to head back to the Wyvern Pass in order to find an entrance to the Vault of Kings. I hired Olaf again and the rest of the crew (Zeke, Bila, Darem, Serena, Hurmore, Quintus) headed out with me. It took most of the day to get back to the road in the Wyvern Pass so we made camp. Amazingly, the night passed uneventfully as well.
The next morning we headed out again and spotted a large flying creature off in the distance we wanted to go. It disappeared from view after a short while. We then found an entrance to an underground complex, but was it THE entrance?
Approaching the entrance, we heard the enraged sounds of a huge beast throwing a fit. It turned out to be an enormous, ugly, warty green troll! The giant creature had trouble squeezing through the narrow entrance, so Serena was able to blast it with several burning rays of fire. The monster hit me with a forceful blow, but as I went to follow him some magical force prevented me from crossing the threshold. Perhaps it was tied to the dwarven rune above the entrance? The dwarves moved in to attack, and I was struck another hard blow but we quickly surrounded him. He kept assaulting me, and I was forced to retreat and then luckily Bila entered and healed me. Finally Darem was able to fell him with an axe blow. I insisted we keep hacking at the beast as I recalled stories from my grandpa that trolls never die. Finally we noticed that Serena’s fire attacks were not healing but the other axe wounds were healing. We set up burning the foul creature.
In this room we found runes indicating this was Khazad-Durn, an outpost for a high dwarven kingdom. Heading up the main passage, we were assaulted by magical acid arrow attacks that Serena said were caused by some sort of Alarm spell. Quintus was badly burned by the acid arrows and forced to heal himself. Darem crawled through the hallway, foolishly thinking he could avoid the trap. As we all rejoined in the next chamber, what appeared to be dwarven undead swarmed in from the north. Bila, calling forth the power of Yondalla, destroyed all but one of them in a most impressive fashion. A blinding light sprang forth from her holy symbol and burned them to dust.
We found a temple of Moradin, and hovering nearby an altar was a priestly ghost performing some rite. We quietly backed out and closed the door.