The Cave Of Death

After a quick resting period, Heian rejoined the trio and made it apparent that nothing was wrong or sick. Throughout the cave, there was nothing too hard to handle, a few traps, a few zombies, nothing too especially bad. further into the cave, however, the party came across an unsavory pitfall that allowed for some stories to be told that they might call, embarrassing.


The order went as such; Corrin walked in the front as all brave halflings do, the next was Heian, then Mindartis, and finally Gorgath. Corrin marched proudly ahead and allowed the rest of the group to follow, until they came to a quick turn in the cave, where the first three stopped at a steep gravel hill. Gorgath, being the Dumb oaf that he is, barreled ahead and tripped over all of them. Being small, as all halflings are, landed flat and was knocked unconscious. Mindartis and Heian rolled down quickly after Gorgath, but Corrin, as i stated earlier, was unconscious. the three bruised and bloodied heroes at the bottom of the gravel tried for hours to wake Corrin, until finally Gorgath called to him.

"There's ale here!"

Corrin lept to his feet immediately, let out a bark of excitement, and backed up to the back wall of the cave. Then ran forward, Jumped and slid down the gravel slope, sliding as smoothly as the dwarf stone riders across the underground sea of Nishtikav. Close to the bottom, Corrin attempted a flip, but landed flat on his face. He stood, brushed himself off, and looked around the dimly lit room.

"I See No Ale."