64 To be exact…
Taking extreme precautions, the unlikely party of dungeon delvers strapped on ropes, torches and sunrods as they made their decent into hell. Overcoming fear seemed relatively easy at first as they emerged through a tight tunnel into a large dark cavern filled with sharp rocky edges and impossibly hard stone throughout. All in all not unusual. But the ceiling was not what it appeared to be.
“It seemed to me that making our point man – err woman, go in front of us to dodge piercers was either highly unchilverous or daringly foolhardy. And running in breastplate is never a strong suit for me, if you will pardon the pun. But Goddess be with me, we made it past the falling devils with little scrapes and bruises. What came next, however, seemed like something out of a bad dream.”
Da’Mar Sunday, the 29th day of Rova, 4713
They seemed to come out of nowhere – except for the rats pouring out of every hole in the cavern walls, before the party was aware of it. Large shimmering cats. Cats the seemed one and many – blurring lines and reality. Difficult to know which was real and which was a mirror.
The fight lasted what seemed hours. Avoiding waiting dire rats and other denizens. The group eventually dispatched the creatures with more muster than flare and then quickly left the area before more vermin decided to take advantage of the lull.
The darkness continues…