After leaving the room with the carven doorway, we head down a nearby corridor.
I cannot trust these strangers who attack me without provocation.
I think it best I stick close to Marcus, he is my friend, I am sure I can trust him, I enjoy his company, we have had some fun.
Kenwynn smiles in remembrance of their antics, but feels mild regret at the frustration he know this must have caused Narahad
I can see the tunnel ending ahead, it seems to be a wall of some kind but it has been destroyed as if blasted out from within by a great explosion.
We check the doorway for any traps, magical or otherwise but cannot find anything so make our way into the darkened chamber.
Thanks to my elven eyes I can make out a source of light in the distance and some heat but nothing more, however, closer to us there are some large plinths, one of which holds a pale statue of a dragon, hmmm, intriguing.
From our experiences in the caves so far I consider it prudent to advise everyone to spread out and take it slowly, after all, we do not know if there are any traps around, but as usual, nobody listens, not that I can expect otherwise of people who attack good folk for no reason!
Marcus, on the other hand, does proceed with caution, but in his usual gung-ho style he heads straight for the statue, poor Raziel still seems intent on searching for this friend “Jumby”, I cannot help but feel his friend is dead, if he was ever alive.
I edge into the room keeping away from the walls but getting no closer to the statue, Marcus is studying it quite intently though and reaches out to touch it.
I call out to him to check for any inscriptions and he replies only that it feels cold before snatching his hand away as he runs his fingers from the statues shoulder to elbow.
He pours a little water from his flask onto the plinth and I can feel his curiosity as it freezes, Raziel stands off to one side looking slightly puzzled.
One of the new ones speaks, the tall stocky one, the little vicious puppy stays close to her, occasionally shooting acid glances towards me, (what have I done to invite such a response?).
“I think it’s going to come alive” says the taller one, she seems to feel something about the statue, Raziel’s posture changes, his stance shows agreement but I do not know if we are strong enough to fight a dragon.
In a quick decision I say “We have to kill or destroy it” and after a quick glance at me the tall one takes her mace and launches a full armed swing at the statue.
There is a crash but only a small chip flies form the shoulder “it may be easier to remove the head” I say and she takes another swing at the neck.
All this time I notice Raziel has been edging further down the cavern towards the light when suddenly there is a great rumbling and one of the walls explodes into the cavern.
Raziel turns to the newly formed hole and starts spouting words in a language I do not recognize, this clears things up for me, the poor man has been tortured by hobgoblins, his mind is twisted, this certainly explains the existence of this “Jumby”, probably a creation of his mind, a friend of some sort to offer comfort during his time of suffering.
JUKKETE! The same kind of words have just come from the wall!
Kenwynns quick mind makes the connection between the statue and the words coming from the wall
I can see Marcus has scrambled up the wall, the two thugs rush across the floor to stand near me, Raziel looks at us and tells us we have to serve and to reply “Yes”.
I crouch as if in obeisance but it is a pose which will allow me to make a move quickly if I need to, whether to fight, flee or evade and when Raziel looks at me I reply honestly that I will serve.
The dragon does not appear to believe us though as he unleashes a huge torrent of icy wind at me and my breath catches in my lungs at the shock but thanks to my elven vitality I take no more damage.
I think fast and invoke my invisibility spell, what the dragon cannot see, it cannot attack.
The taller of the unknown warriors leaps forward and swings at the monsters shoulder, I move close to the dragon as it is less likely to believe I would purposely put myself in its range then I realize; I may be able to sneak up and make a critical strike on the creature thus saving the day!
However, before I get the opportunity Marcus has obviously shimmed across the wall above the dragon and now drops onto its back clutching a dagger in each hand and plunges them between the scales into either side of its neck.
with an almighty roar the dragon rears up and slams back to the ground flinging Marcus from its hide.
He flips in mid-air somehow landing on his feet and I also applaud at the execution of such a feat, but the dragon snaps its head forward and clamps onto Marcus’s arm.
Raziel is yelling and the taller warrior rushes back to the statue we had damaged before only to see it has crumbled to dust. Raziel has stepped up and shoots a magic missile at one of the injuries Marcus has already inflicted upon the beast and in a great rush the dragon collapses. They have beaten it and I had no chance to do anything!
Realizing there is no point dismissing my invisibility as I will not be able to cast again for the rest of the day, I decide to keep it up but announce my presence as everyone recovers.
While doing so I look around the cavern and see something small dart across the cavern floor and into the emerging Raziel’s clothing.
Curious I sidle up to Raziel and ask the question that has been bugging me for a little while now “Is that….Jumby?” his reply is dismissive “why would I speak to a ferret?” I decide discretion is the better part of valour and leave him be.
The group decide to search the corpse of the dragon for loot but considering how the animal was imprisoned I know it will not have anything of use to me at this time. the others take a few teeth and Marcus fills his glass vials with it’s blood as we leave.
Upon exiting the chambers thought occurs to me regarding the stone doorway and I speak up to say I wish to take another look.
In the room Marcus and I take out Binwins Diary and the doll taken from his pack, Marcus pokes around the doll and discovers an opening in its back into which he fits a vial of the dragons blood.
He attempts to put this through the doorway and although his hand will not pass the doll half disappears!
Marcus snatches his hand back as something small and black drops out of the doorway.
The taller of the unknown warriors grabs it before it can hit the floor and Marcus asks to see it. It appears to be a locket and inside there is a picture of a female dwarf who matches the drawing in Binwin’s diary, there is blood at the bottom of the picture and the other side holds and image of Binwin himself.
I feel a sudden surge of sorrow and guilt that we have taken these things as they could be mementoes of Binwin’s for this lady dwarf.
I look up and catch Marcus’s eye, I am not sure if he has made the same connection I have but I do not know where we will go from here or what we will say to Binwin should we happen to cross paths once more.