Rappan Athuk

18 Firemoot 945

Evening, underground, "Marthek's Place"

Weeks had passed since they lost Baba Zeez in the second level of Rappan Athuk. He did not look well for the time passing. Still ambulatory, though not as articulate, he and a couple dozen crazed ghouls fought off the party. Over many years, these creatures amassed a hoard of treasure, which the party had stumbled upon the last time they were here. The day Baba sacrificed himself so the rest could flee. Today Souka Yant sent her charmed gargoyles to bring him down again as he mindlessly strived to bite his former colleague’s eyes out. Grumbly frothed at the mouth as Dwerfater banished the undead at his beckoning.

In all, the loot they found seemed enough to covered expenses for some time. Athalis would certainly be able to keep them fed until Judgment Day on iron rations, from the copper coins alone. The silver looked like it’d cover the inn tab for the rest of the year, the remaining gold covering armor and weapons repair with enough left over to keep the party drunk through winter if they wanted.

Not to mention a magical elven dagger, a potion, and a black-headed warhammer of grey dwarven design, whose burlwood haft thrummed with chaotic power as Souka sensed it with her spell.

The party was tired though. A black skeleton nearly surprised them as they patched up their wounds. Athalis knew the way to a storage room, where they hoped to spike the door shut, try to get a solid night’s rest. After wiping the ghoul menace from this level, it seemed a fair chanceā€¦


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