Mol – Rhaan 9th, 998 YK
Monday – September 9th, 998 YK

Evening

Jukkeam has you retrace your steps back near the forge and then deeper into the prison. The smooth stone hall soon gives way to a tunnel of jagged flagstone. The tunnel darkens as you move away from the light of the prison torches. Not all of you can see as well in the dim light of the tunnel so travel is slow.

Ahead, the tunnel opens into a wider cavern with a low ceiling. Three tunnels branch off further into the darkness. Thick timbers shore up a combination of rough-hewn and natural walls, giving them added structural support. The cavern floor is worn from use and covered with scattered patches of loose gravel. Crude machinery and skeletal scaffolding fills the remaining space, along with massive cable spools set on crank spindles and wound with coarse hemp ropes. A strange thin blue slime partially covers the walls and floor of the cavern.

Just around the corner, six dwarves guard the dusty cavern, chatting idly.

“Thraxis is down the tunnel to the right.” Jukkeam points.

“Wait everyone, I have an idea!” Miklos whispers excitedly.

Miklos quickly but quietly darts into the shadows of the cavern and conjures a ghostly sound down the tunnel on the left. The guards quickly turn toward the sound and march down the cavernous corridor.

Morthos makes his move. “Let’s go before they return!”

You all hastily follow Morthos’ lead and escape detection.