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But it is Ansgil who finishes the fight. Seeing his chance he raises his still-loaded crossbow and puts a bolt squarely between the eyes of the goblin they came to kill.
"I had it," mutters Sven to himself, then slumps down to the ground, nursing his wounds.

Desperate, the goblin shaman finally manages to use his power, sending a magical poison dart flying towards Sven. It goes wide. The shaman panics and cowers in the corner, muttering another incantation as the dwarf barrels towards him.

Parrying the goblin's blow, the wizard strikes out again. This time his dagger hits it's mark and the goblin slumps backwards, dead. "I think I'm getting the hang of his!" Magnus boasts.

Breaking through the goblins at the door, Sven and Ansgil make a run for the shaman. Magnus leaps after them, stabbing out at a remaining goblin in the doorway, but his dagger glances off it's crude armour.

Magnus can only look on helplessly as the battle rages in the doorway. His only consolation is the frustrated shouts and mutterings from the shaman in the room beyond, suggesting the creature is struggling to wield it's own magic.

"Get back!" yells the wizard. Ansgil does just that, and before the goblins can flood in after him, Magnus casts a howling fireball through the doorway, obliterating the first wave of attackers. Then he slumps against his staff. His mana is spent, but the battle is not yet over.

The lead goblin is a berserker, and rains down blows on the dwarf, finding a chink in his armour. Sven roars, in anger as much as pain.

At last they've found their quarry, the goblin shaman! But he's heavily guarded...

Opening a door, Ansgil detects the faint glow of daylight. "It's the way out!" he exclaims, excitedly.
"Aye, laddie," says the dwarf, grimfaced. "But we haven't done what we came to do."

Magnus was jumped by a goblin while searching for treasure. Dodging the goblin's clumsy blow he stabs it with his dagger.

They manage to lift the portcullis and escape before any wandering monsters show up. Sven carries then stolen ruby, but can't shake the feeling of dread. Should he have left it alone after all?

*and* they triggered a portcullis trap.

It was cursed...

They found a small room, empty except for a mysterious statue with a gigantic ruby as one eye. "Just leave it," pleaded Ansgil, "Just leave it!" But Sven's own eyes were glinting...

Wasn't long before they ran into some more goblins on the lower level.

"Forget this!" blurted the Dwarf, still coughing from the fumes he'd inhaled. "The shaman's lair is bound to be on the lower level. We're wasting time". With that the party made their way back to the stairs down, this time circumnavigating the room with the chasm.

A map of tonight's dungeon.

I tire, even if the party does not. Thanks for reading, anyone who made it this far. Perhaps the quest will continue come morrow...

Coughing and spluttering and swearing loudly in the dwarven tongue, he comes off no worse for wear. Once again his dwarven constitution saves him.

Magnus and Ansgil conduct a thorough search but come up empty handed. Sven, meanwhile, triggers a gas trap while inspecting a door 🤦‍♂️

Taking no chances, he burns them to a crisp with a fireball!

Magnus' skin crawls at a noise and he spins round to see two more of the beasts!

Opening another door, Sven and Ansgil let out simultaneous cries of dismay. "What is it with this place and bugs?" bemoans the crossbowman as he raises his weapon to aim at the massive centipede scurrying towards them.

Absolute chaos ensued. Magnus the wizard was stabbing huge flies out of the air left and right with his dagger, while Sven the dwarf was absolutely mauled by disgusting mouthparts. Luckily his strong constitution meant he didn't succumb to the disease they carry.

They all made it across, found 100GC lying in a random chest, and now have disturbed a swarm of giant flies in the next room.

I'm playing with some house rules. I think I've made this dungeon too easy!

Poor Berrich was killed by the giant cockroach. Now they are tying a rope around Ansgil and preparing to throw him over a chasm. "You're not paying me enough for this," he mutters under his breath.

While the brave heroes search for treasure, the henchmen check the side door- and stumble straight into the waiting mandibles of a hungry dungeon roach.