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Last time, on the D&D channel, our brave heroes were faced with the task of clearing the final room in an ancient elven ruin. With their strength drained and their stamina exhausted, they may not be up to the task.
- Marquis, half-elf ranger
- Harriet, dwarven wizard
- Kyata, human fighter
- Rob, human runeblade
- Sam, human thief
- Quip, human swashbuckler
We rejoin our heroes in the mysteriously meticulous room at the end of the last corridor in the maze-like temple. While Kyata stood guard, everyone else took the opportunity to rest a bit and recover some of their strength. One hour and one bland but nourishing meal later, they returned to the centre of the ruin to check the final door. Samieth checked what he thought was the door for traps, but only managed to find one edge of the cunningly-concealed entrance. Marquis looked for the door also, and managed to find the other edge. Which she promptly lost again. Now with a rough idea of the size and location of the hidden door, the ranger pushed against the middle of it.
Kyata stepped forward. The tall fighter wedged her fingers into the indentations of the mortar between the bricks and tried to pull the door outwards.
“Before we lose this thing entirely, how ’bout you outline it with some chalk?” Samieth asked Harriet, running a finger along the edge he’d found.
“Good idea. I was to suggest same thing, but with blood,” Kyata added. The top of the door was too far away for the dwarf’s short arms, so Harriet gave the chalk to the fighter and verbally guided it along the highest edge. After they were done, the thief checked for traps and triggers again – this time, all around the edges of the door. He still found nothing, so Quip came forward. He placed his hands on the middle of the door and tried to move them in a circular motion, reasoning that if the door slid open in any direction then, like previous doors, it would do so with a minimum of pressure.
After the dark-skinned swashbuckler had moved aside, a little disappointed, Kyata knocked politely on the huge stone slab. “Any one at home in there?” A lengthy pause. “No? Ok.” While Marquis and Rob started to discuss the different types of door and hinge they had encountered so far in the ruin, and how exactly they planned to open this one, the four-foot wizard concentrated on the ambient magical energies in the area. Her eyes glowed incandescent white for a few seconds, then faded back to normal. “It’s not magical, if that helps,” she interjected.
Samieth checked the wall opposite the door, looking for another push-brick trigger. After a couple of minutes he admitted defeat. Reasoning that the laws of humour would apply since they’d been trying to open the door for at least twenty minutes, Kyata sat down in front of the door and leaned against it, hoping it would open and dump her unceremoniously onto the floor behind it.
Taking Sam’s idea and extending it, Marquis and Harriet checked the whole corridor encircling the hidden room for triggers or suspicious blocks, finding nothing except ten more minutes wasted. The reclining Kyata took the time to spin a merry tale of her home town’s Mountain Festival to everyone, the echoes carrying around the corners to where the other women searched in vain. Aggravated by the lack of progress, the wizard blasted the door with magical force.
By this time, everyone was getting a little irritated. There must be SOME way to open this door, surely! Pushing it hadn’t worked. Pulling it hadn’t worked. It didn’t slide upwards, downwards, left or right, and there were no apparent triggers on any of the surrounding walls. What was left?
Marquis scanned the floor. The limestone squares that covered the earth beneath were a foot on each side – but there was a point where four tiles did not seem to meet as they should. Closer inspection revealed a single tile an inch square between the other four. The curious half-elf retrieved a piton from her pack and tried to prise up the tiny square, with little success. Kyata volunteered a knitting needle, on the condition that if it broke it would be replaced as soon as humanly possible. It was longer than the climbing piton, and so was accepted gladly. It, too, was of limited use, so the ranger pulled out her crowbar and easily levered the small tile out of the floor, revealing little but darkness beneath.
A couple of incautious seconds and many small crunching, grinding noises later, she realized that perhaps sticking a stiff rod into an unknown cavity perhaps wasn’t the best course of action. She called Sam over to apply his, er, expertise with unknown cavities. The thief held his torch above the tiny hole, and peered into it.
“Looks like rather delicate clockwork in there,” he said, tilting his head to try and get a better view. “At least, it used to be. Hang on, maybe this was what’s been skittering around our feet this whole time.” A brief pause disproved this hypothesis, as the chattering at ankle-level continued unabated.
“We should try and uncover more of the mechanism. Perhaps Samieth can make repairs,” Marquis suggested. “All previous evidence aside,” someone muttered.
The ranger picked up her crowbar and set to work on the larger tiles surrounding the inch-square hole. After some determined but ineffectual effort, she called Kyata over to apply her larger muscles to the problem, who did little better. Sam’s lanky frame, ill-suited to such feats of strength, proved equally useless.
The thief looked around at his companions, taking note of their varying lack of strength, height, and masculinity – qualities that, if combined, would yield the best results. “Looks like we need a big, strapping man to help with this.” He puffed up his chest and looked around self-importantly. Everyone stared at him, nonplussed. “I’ll go and get one, then,” he said, deflating a little.
“Do not worry little man. We soon have this up,” the largest, strongest party member responded, as behind her Marquis did just that. Underneath the cool white stone was dark earth, unlike the hole the small tile had covered. More of the intricate gears and springs became visible as the heavy slab was shuffled out of the way.
“Come on, get stuck into it,” Rob said, taking Harriet’s proffered crowbar and heaving up another of the tiles around the hole. Marquis gave her implement to Kyata, who slowly levered a third stone out of the way. “Is quite heavy,” she muttered to herself. The tall fighter wiped the sweat from her brow and handed the crowbar back to Marquis, who strained at the last slab of rock. Rob stuck his lever under the other end of the tile and tried to force it upwards, but the mortar in the ancient floor held firm. “You got to make sure that you put your weight on the end of it, like,” Sam chimed in. He nudged Marquis out of the way and pressed down firmly. The last flagstone rose, accompanied by cracked mortar and some clods of earth.
With the area around the little hole clear of stone floor tiles, the thief knelt down and inspected it again, circling it like some sort of obsessive insect. After a minute or so, he reached for his thieving gear and unrolled the leather case. Selecting a pair of fine-tipped pliers and a long pin with a tiny hook on the end, he started trying to reassemble the crushed contraption. While he worked, the others discussed the tiny hole.
“Why’d you have to go and take the top off it anyhow? It was clearly some sorta button,” the runeblade rumbled discontentedly.
“We would not have known that if I had not,” the ranger replied. “It could have been anything.”
They lapsed back into silence and watched Samieth’s skilled fingers for a time. Eventually the time came for him to place the little stone tile back in its place, and sit back on his heels and announce that he’d finished – and that they probably shouldn’t push it until they were sure of what it actually -
Quip pushed the button.
A terrible grinding noise echoed down the corridors all around them, and it seemed to be coming from the frustratingly locked door. In spite of the sounds of tortured clockwork, it rose majestically into its stone frame a grand total of six inches, and then stopped. The crunching and scraping noises continued for a small while, and then stopped also.
Quip pushed the button.
Quip pushed the button again.
Quip held the button in.
The grinding started up again, harsher this time, and with a grating accompaniment of snapping, pinging noises.
Something went CRACK.
The others stared at him, expressions of stunned disbelief and familiar exasperation chasing each other across their faces. “May as well make the most of it, then,” someone said after a lengthy pause. They tried to peer through the thin space, but Sam’s torch flickered madly when brought close to the floor and Marquis’ lantern was too tall to shine through the gap.
“Are there other buttons, maybe?” The party collectively shook their heads. They’d checked the corridors thoroughly.
Harriet sighed. “Should I break out my pick again?”
“Maybe we dig,” Kyata suggested. “Dirt much easier to make tunnel in than stone.”
She set to work on the rich loam previously covered by the flagstones while Harriet sized up the door, looking for weak points. After a brief discussion, the others joined the activity each one thought they could help most at, Marquis pausing to stab the broken clockwork to help blow off some steam. Samieth stood watch, Marquis and Rob set to helping Kyata dig her hole, and Quip lay down in an out-of-the-way corner and fell asleep.
After an uneventful half-hour, the efforts of the diggers and the dwarf came together. A trench just over two feet deep had been dug from the pulled-up tiles to the door, which now had dozens of tiny fracture lines spiderwebbing across its bottom half. The would-be miners dusted themselves off (except Quip, who merely woke up) and stood back from the door. Harriet hefted her axe, measuring the distance carefully, then swung it with calculated slowness into the middle of the cracks.
“Maybe hammer more suited?” Kyata suggested. She stepped up to the other side of the door and promptly smashed the bottom of it into rubble.
As the chunks of shattered stone bounced and clattered to rest, the burly fighter and the stout dwarf held up their digging implements and touched them together with an incongruously delicate clink. Marquis was already pushing forwards, clambering up the rubble and into the room beyond. She glared at the remains of the door, muttering under her breath vague imprecations concerning the possible involvement of a medusa and at least one gargoyle, the definite involvement of alcohol, and probably not even in a bed, either.
The room she had climbed into was much the same as those they had already explored – stone walls, stone floor, stone ceiling. The only difference was the dirt and chunks of door sprayed liberally across it. The others scrabbled up the scree-scattered slope behind the ranger, and stared around the obviously empty room.
“Surely this room cannot be empty! All of this-” Marquis gestured sweepingly to the crumbled door and the corridor beyond it, “-this effort for naught? I will not believe it!” she cried, and set about searching the room for anything that would tell her otherwise. Samieth followed suit, his thief-trained eyes scanning the walls for discoloured mortar, a brick out of place, anything. In one of the corners next to the door, half-covered by dirt and rubble, was a reasonably-sized leather sack. He shook it, just a little bit hopeful, and was equal parts surprised, relieved, and disappointed when it did not jingle. He shook the dust off and showed it to the others. “Can’t find nothing else in here. Looks like this is it, folks.”
A certain melancholy descended at this – somehow, they had all expected something more. It seemed as though the rules of narrative had let them down – a huge hoard of forgotten treasure, a helpless innocent to rescue, a climactic fight against terrible odds – any would have been better than a worn-looking leather sack and an empty room. Then again, real life never ends like a story. For one thing, it usually keeps going after the story would have finished…
Harriet moved closer to the wall opposite the crumbled door. “This doesn’t look quite right,” she said, indicating the mortared stone. “I’m not exactly sure what it is, but…” she trailed off and started tapping on the wall at regular intervals. On her third try, she found what had attracted her eye. “This section’s hollow. Look, it’s just a shell.” The dwarf knocked sharply, cracking what looked like solid stone. Powder drifted out from the imprint, and chunks of the paper-thin rock splintered and fell away to reveal the outline of a rough archway through the foot-thick wall. The corridor on the other side of the arch had dirt and rocks scattered across it, and it was confidently identified as one the party had already traversed. This meant that the tunnel was recent. Very recent.
Marquis examined the organic edges of the archway. Scything claw-marks were very much in evidence all around the rim, and the width of the hole suggested something both taller and wider than a human had dug it. She vaguely recalled hearing about massive subterranean insects that could burrow with surprising speed through the earth – and through anyone unfortunate to get in their way.
When this information was shared with the others, Rob immediately backed away from the hole. “So it’s really big, can chew through walls, and is loose somewhere in here with us? I vote we run. Now.”
“Do not be such big baby,” Kyata replied, looking for tracks on the dust-covered floor. “I am sure we handle little bitty bug.” Marquis and Harriet joined the search, the ranger quickly turning up a large three-clawed footprint further from the main pile of rubble. “The dust may turn out to be a blessing for us – look, the creature has left a trail,” Marquis pointed down a side corridor, where more dirt was scattered across the limestone floor.
“If I haven’t got turned around in all this mess, that leads back to where we were all digging. It can’t have gotten far,” the runeblade said, looking worried. He trailed behind a bit as the rest of the party set off, taking one last look at the hole that had been torn by tooth and claw through solid rock. “This won’t end at all well,” he predicted.
The occasional shuffling footprint led our intrepid heroes back towards the room in which they had found the rusted suit of armour, but stopped abruptly outside the open door to the room with the bony dog. And the deep pit. They looked at each other.
“Who wants to go first this time?” Samieth asked, smacking his rope into the palm of his hand.
Kyata pushed everyone else gently aside, shaking her head. In the silence that followed, she stood against the wall and exhaled mightily. Two great strides and the fighter was airborne, her soaring figure reminiscent of the winged warrior women of legend, and every bit as dangerous.
She landed heavily on the other side, and immediately set to work battering the stone walls with her fists. It became quickly apparent that there were no holes or tunnels through them, so she leapt back across the chasm. Meanwhile, Harriet had caught hold of Quip and was berating him (for the thousandth time, according to her) for his laziness. “If you don’t smarten up soon I’ll give you a good slap!”
“Hah! You couldn’t even reach!”
Marquis and Samieth, rolling their eyes, quickly searched the other side of the corridor and turned up a rather ill-concealed door. Behind it, the dusty clawmarks picked up again, leading the party back up towards the northern passageways. Well, most of them – the wizard and the swashbuckler lagged behind, now engaged in a heated argument. “I’ll show you what I’m the right height for!” Harriet shrieked, blasting a solid beam of magical force directly into Quip’s groin.
The footsteps were further apart now, as if the mysterious creature had increased speed. What was left of the party did the same, the four of them now half-running down the stone passageways. They sped through two corners, their various individual accumulations of fear and frustration urging them on. Turning a third corner revealed a half-expected sight, and they slid and clattered to a stop; one wall had been bored through, leaving a rough-edged hole into the dark unknown. Marquis checked the oil level in her lamp, and motioned for the others to wait as she refilled it. Thus prepared, the party set off into the gloom of the tunnel. As they moved away from the tiled floors of the temple proper, the ever-present skittering faded to nothing. Somewhere ahead, in the shadows, something dripped.
The floor of the tunnel was treacherous – large rocks poked up at inopportune places along its meandering path, and the small stones between them crunched and slid underfoot. Marquis cautiously led the party across the rough ground, testing each footing carefully. The light of her bulls-eye lantern speared through the darkness, illuminating the opening to a smaller side passage. With a whispered command for the men to stay and guard their retreat, she and Kyata gingerly clambered across to the entrance of the side tunnel. It curved back towards the ruin, but only for a short distance – a sharp bend at the end of the passage opened up into a cavern almost fifty feet across.
The cavern was white. Not the pure, blinding white of the mountain frosts of Kyata’s homeland, but the dirty, pallid grey-white of decomposing flesh. Great swathes of it hung in thick strands across the centre of the cavern, twined together in what looked like a huge piece of badly-made fabric. Or a gigantic web.
A thousand eyes turned towards the light. Dozens of dead black eyes that seemed merely holes through the skull, scores of faceted eyes from the size of a pin up to that of a human head, and eight giant red orbs of blind doom.
Back in the main passage, Samieth created his own amusement. “Here, monsty monsty monsty,” he called into the darkness, holding his torch aloft. He whistled as if calling a dog, but certainly not loud enough for anything to actually hear him. No telling what might respond.
Behind the eyes were spiders. Hundreds and hundreds of spiders. The sudden appearance of the two women had frozen them all into stillness, their underground minds unaccustomed to the harsh glare of light.
A pair of terrible mandibles clicked slowly, gently. Marquis nudged her friend’s shoulder, pointing back along the corridor with her other hand, never taking her eyes from the chitinous horde before her. Slowly, gently, the fighter guided the ranger backwards around the corner. They looked at each other, then scrambled for the exit.
Slipping and scrabbling on the scree, they slid back out into the main tunnel. “What? What’s in there?” Rob quavered, ready to run back to the ruin.
“Spiders,” Kyata gasped, slightly out of breath. “Many, many spiders. We must go!”
She pointed further down the main tunnel, then suited action to words by clambering along the rocky corridor. Marquis and Sam followed, and Rob gave a last wistful look back towards safety before grudgingly bringing up the rear.
“Spiders, eh?” Samieth remarked, nimbly perched atop a particularly precarious stone.
“Hundreds of them,” the ranger replied.
“Do you think they might be what was skittering around under our feet back where there was some actual floor?”
“They cannot be – I have not been able to hear it since we entered this tunnel. Even in their own cavern I could not hear it.”
A second fork was upon them almost before they noticed, and this time Rob didn’t want to be left behind. Weak light reflected dully along the right fork, so Marquis led the rattled runeblade down the left passage, on the assumption that a burrowing creature would not be too fond of light.
The left passage sloped downwards, curving gently through the bedrock. A long, thin cave boasted limestone stalagmites and stalactites, like the fangs of some huge prehistoric beast. Water dripped slowly down each one, depositing miniscule amounts of sediment on to the millenia-old stone. At the other end, the angle of the tunnel increased dramatically. The two companions kicked up little showers of pebbles as they went down the slope, their feet turned sideways for as much traction as possible. A vast underground lake greeted them at the bottom of the tunnel, completely flat and shining wetly.
“It cannot have come this way. Even if it were able to swim, the water would be disturbed from its passage,” Marquis reasoned.
“So we should head back up to the others?”
The half-elf did not appear to hear his question, her lantern weaving slow patterns of light across the mirrored surface. “Pardon? Oh! Yes. We should leave. They will be waiting.”
The climb back up was tedious and, at one point, dangerous – Rob’s ill-placed foot dislodged a sharp rock, which narrowly missed the ranger’s head. They hurried back through the upthrust stalagmites, ducking and weaving around the columns of stone, then out to Kyata and Samieth.
“Nothing down there, we’d better keep going,” the runeblade responded to the unasked question.
The right fork led to a lopsided cave with a wide opening. Through it, the brilliant colours of the forest overflowed, covering the rocks with vibrant green moss and multi-hued lichens. Small branches and dead leaves littered the boundary of the cave itself, and thick hardy grasses grew in the half-shade of the rocks. Their eyes gradually adjusting to the brighter light, the party emerged from the cave. The creature’s path was plain to even the least nature-sensitive among them – grass had been crushed by huge clawed feet, branches had been kicked aside or broken, and large rocks shoved out of their centuries-old indentations. The trail of destruction led off into the deeper forest to the north.
Marquis took point, her tracking and nature skills making her the obvious leader. At first, the trail was easy to follow – snapped saplings, staved-in fallen logs, and great gouges in the bark of nearby trees pointed the way clearly. But as they progressed into the forest, the signs grew less and less obvious, until finally the half-elf was left looking puzzled and frustrated in the middle of a small clearing with a single massive footprint leading in and no other sign for thirty feet in all directions.
She set off out of the clearing in the direction of the last footprint, but got only a dozen feet before a wolf slunk out from behind a copse of trees slightly to the left of her intended path. It locked eyes with the intruder, bared its teeth for a moment, then loped easily away, apparently having decided that the half-elf was no threat.
“I cannot find the trail,” she admitted to the others upon returning to the clearing. “It stretches belief that such a beast would be able to conceal itself so well, but I have no other explanation. I am sorry.”
“Is not your fault. But do not worry, we have more terrible thing to deal with – spiders.” The fighter considered this carefully. “Actually, spiders not so bad. We kill some, I make tasty supper.”
“Really,” responded Samieth, interested despite himself. “What sort of things can you do with spiders?”
“Very much! Legs of spider best with sweet and sour sauce. Meat is good in stew. In fact, is old family recipe…” Kyata began to recount another of her infamous tales as the party trekked back to the cave.
Back in the ruins, the argument had played out to its inevitable conclusion. Quip had said something he shouldn’t have, and Harriet had stormed off to find the others. The swashbuckler, his light source removed, made himself comfortable on the floor and went to sleep again.
The wizard clomped back up along the hallway the others had taken, muttering to herself under her breath. She found the tunnel with the help of her conjured light, and climbed across the hardscrabble floor with little trouble. She investigated the two side passages and had just entered the final cave when the rest of her party turned up, the fighter finishing her story “-only week later, wolves stole whole thing. Harry! Good to see you not also eaten by wolf. My cousin was half eaten by wolf. It was end of winter, no food left, so he start eating it right back.” And with this short yet bewildering tale, they began to discuss what to do about the cavern full of spiders.
Not too many were in favour of even trying to light the webs on fire, since there were hundreds of spiders, and a statistically significant number of those would likely escape death by flames. Leaving them free to swarm away from the fire. As in, towards us. No thank you. Killing them individually was completely out of the question, and would only have been given more notice if Quip were present. The best option seemed to be just to leave them entirely alone. “After all, we were only contracted to clear the ruins of undead. Technically we’ve already done more than we had to, since we killed that fungus thing as well.”
Having decided on a course of action that would leave as many of everything alive as possible, the party clambered back through the rock-strewn tunnel towards the ruined temple. “We’d, uh, better go collect Quip,” Harriet suggested. “I mean, if we all really want to.”
They tracked dirt back through the ruin to the room where they’d left the swashbuckler. He was still there, lying on the floor. However, the last time any of them had looked, he hadn’t had serious lacerations on his face, and much more blood was on the inside of him. He also didn’t have two large menacing figures leaning down towards him, rotting arms outstretched. Kyata leapt forward, followed quickly by Harriet. The fighter drew her huge sword and scored it across one zombie’s back, peeling the rotten skin from its ribs. Electricity sparked along the length of the blade, filling the room with the scent of ozone and burnt skin. The corpse’s muscles contracted spasmodically as Harriet levelled a heavy axe blow at the stomach of the other walking dead, which looked as if it had been set on fire recently. “Nobody hits Quip but me!”
Samieth was next through the door, and a hasty overhand blow connected with the flayed zombie. His blade bit deep into its shoulder, and more lightning arced along the short sword and grounded itself through the decaying flesh. Kyata had spun gracefully away from the first contact with the fetid undead, and now reversed direction and came slashing back, a whirling dance of death. Her heavy blade crashed through one side of the ribcage of the first zombie, then curved back up to casually lop off the head of the second.
Satisfied that the immediate threat had been taken care of, Marquis quickly stowed her bow and began to search through her overstuffed pack. Moments later, she straightened up, triumphantly holding a healer’s kit aloft. The basic medical training her parents had insisted on would finally come in handy. The half-elf quickly staunched the blood flow and bandaged the wound, discarding the no-longer-amusing crotchplate helmet.
Had they been to blame for this? Partly. But the elves have a saying, ‘the past has already taken care of itself’ – so there was no sense in dwelling upon it.
Satisfied that her patient was stable enough to move, the ranger looked askance at the others. They had noticed the deliberate removal of the makeshift helmet, and most had the decency to look suitably chastised. “I will carry. He not weigh much,” Kyata offered. The others collected up those of Quip’s belongings that had fallen from his pack, and stowed them safely in their own bags. Strangely enough, most of the stuff that had fallen just happened to be all those coins they’d been heaping on top of him.
The map was now complete, so the party decided to go back and retrieve their “treasure” from the room where they’d stored the bones and carved stones and suchlike. Unfortunately, the spiders had taken offense to the repeated intrusions, and had started to spread up the tunnel. The first wave were just regular-sized ones, up to about hand-sized. You know, nothing serious. All three women had seen the size of the ancient beast slumbering in the middle of the nest, though, and there were half a dozen more that were almost as big, even if the biggest one was likely to stay put. They pushed themselves and the clueless men forward with various mixtures of fear, desperation, and a dash of mad excitement. After all, this was what adventuring was all about!
They raced down the corridors, haring around corners at speeds that were nowhere near safe, and exploded into the treasure room, scattering dirt and small spiders everywhere. “Don’t stop to shake ’em off!” Sam yelled. “There’s no time, the big ones are coming! Help me with the door!” The heavy stone door swung easily back into place, sealing them in with a resounding boom. As they slid down to rest against the door or stepped away to lean against a wall, it dawned on them that the room was not as they’d left it. A ten-foot-wide hole yawned in the back corner, and rubble was strewn around the edge. They approached it cautiously, weapons and torches at the ready.
What awaits our heroes down the hole? Will they ever see the mysterious creature? And have they really truly cleared the ruin of undead yet?
Tune in next week to find out!
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Achievement-Style Bonus XP
|Quick Rest (guard duty)||Kyata||G|
|On Edge (one each)||Marquis, Samieth||X|
|Calcium Carbonate (door outline)||Samieth||I|
|Orange You Glad I Didn’t Say Banana? (knock knock)||Kyata||X|
|No Magic ’Ere, Boss (nothing there)||Harriet||I|
|Trigger, Trigger, On The Wall (nope)||Samieth, Marquis, Harriet||I|
|Push-Butt Trigger (also nope)||Kyata||X|
|Did They Move For You, Too? (festive story)||Kyata||C|
|Force Push (not enough)||Harriet||X|
|Gears Of War (minus the war)||Marquis||X|
|Physics 101: Simple Machines (levers)||Everyone||X|
|Street Fighter (button mashing)||Quip||X|
|Snap, Crackle, Door (fracture lines)||Harriet||I|
|Trench Warfare (minus the warfare)||Kyata||I|
|Workers, Unite! (trench labour)||Marquis, Rob||X|
|Quarry Foreman (guard duty)||Samieth||G|
|House Breaks You (soviet russia)||Kyata, Harriet||X|
|Dwarven Aptitude (stonecunning)||Harriet||I|
|Unnatural Knowledge (burrowing insect)||Marquis||I|
|Fear Factor (oh god run)||Rob||X|
|Prints Charming (tracking)||Marquis, Kyata||I|
|Low Blow (ouch)||Harriet||X|
|My God, It’s Full of Eyes (spider hall)||Marquis, Kyata||X|
|Good Dog (no response)||Sam||X|
|Deductive Reasoning (no skittering)||Marquis||I|
|Left 4 Lake (wait for me)||Rob||C|
|Forest of the Lost (trail ends here)||Marquis, Kyata, Rob, Sam||X|
|Bloodied Slumber (good effort)||Quip||X|
|Jealousy, Perhaps? (ooh, drama)||Harriet||X|
|Double Trouble (greatsword)||Kyata||K|
|Playing Doctor (healer’s kit)||Marquis||I|
|Dead Weight (only sleeping)||Kyata||X|
|Arachnid Avalanche (run!)||Everyone||X|
|Bonus Achievement – FOURTEEN WEEK WRITEUP (for shame)||Zedric||P|
|Bonus Achievement – Augmented Anecdote (5000 words)||Zedric||–|