After a brief rest, out of range of the moving braziers, Pangeon went back outside to lead their pack mule down into the room and to keep it from becoming too skittish, stayed with it while the party ventured forth through the doors to the North. A plaque on the wall displayed the words “To Rivenroar Family“, indicating that there were potentially crypts in the vicinity.
Through the doors a staircase led down into the dark below and opened out into a wide cavern. What little light there was revealed a number of mushroom like growths scattered about. Although the light was poor, sound travelled well in the cavern and the party could hear the unmistakeable sound of heavy, inhuman breathing. They were not alone. Skardreg, taking the lead moved out a short way to get a better look with his low light vision and was able to discern the shape of two Rage Drakes, hunkering down further back in the cavern.
Turning to look at Clarissa who had moved up beside him, Skardreg un-looped his battleaxe and shot her a silly, tusk filled grin, bellowed a challenge at the drakes and charged the nearest, engaging it in combat. Shaking their heads, the party took up position and entered the fray. However, upon passing the nearest mushrooms they exploded in a combination of blinding smoke and ear splitting screams. What were these things?!
The combat was fierce and bloody. Ensuring those injured were provided with aid, Wired used his repertoire of skills to heal the party and debilitate the Drakes. Clarissa and Ravavyr using their nimbleness proceeded to bleed the lead Drake with viscous back-stabs and shots from hand crossbows, supported by curses and Eldritch Blasts from Francis, weakening it considerably. Seeing its own kind being so savagely attacked the second Rage Drake advanced on Skardreg and Clarissa, passing yet more of the mushrooms and setting them off with a dangerous poison effect that enveloped Skardreg, who inhaled a good amount of it. Faced with the prospect of being incapacitated Skardreg blocked a vicious attack from the Drake behind him, pivoted on his feet and used all his strength to deliver a wicked blow to the first Drake’s neck, severing the head in one clean blow.
In amongst the chaos, Francis spotted that two Goblin arches had rappelled down to the cavern from holes in the roof. One of the Goblins landed in the middle of a patch of mushrooms and disappeared in cloud of poison and screams. Not trusting that the Goblin was dead, Francis teleported as close as he dared and sent a deadly Firery Burst through the air, arcing to towards the creature but his aim was off and it impacted harmlessly into the wall behind.
Having dispatched the second Drake with Clarissa and Skardreg, (who by now was looking very unsteady on his feet on account of the poison), Ravavyr fared better than Francis and sent a bolt from his hand crossbow thudding into the Goblin’s side. The Goblin look down at the bolt sticking out of it, back to Ravavyr and took a large lungful of poison which proved to be it’s last breath and toppled to the floor.
The remaining Goblin fired off an aimless shot from its short bow and started to shinny back up the rope towards were it came from. Taking advantage of this opportunity, Ravavyr and Clarissa loosed bolts from their hand crossbows at the defenseless Goblin, several finding their mark however it was not enough to take it down and it scurried up the rope and disappeared into the roof above.
With the dust settling after the encounter, the party moved into the adjacent room to the East, where they came upon an old lady who turned out to be Zarriksa, a herbalist from Brindol. She was trapped in the middle of some type of magic symbol which inflicted harm on both the occupant and anyone fool enough to touch it. After some pondering and discussion between Francis and Zarriksa, both Clarissa and Ravavyr wiped away some of the symbol when they discovered that it momentarily flickered every now and then and were able to release Zarriksa from her prison. Zarriksa was not particularly grateful and made several rude comments to the party. Ever the gentleman, and undeterred by the crotchety Zarriksa, Francis continued to be gracious and offered to escort her back to the level above where Pangeon was waiting for the group with the pack mule.