Dwarwen Mines pt. 2

So yeah. There we were, the four of us and the sound of 16 men ranting in unintelligeble voices. There were no words, my ability in illusions wasn't quite that great, although the anger behind them made real words unneccesary. At least for the orcs. The orcs were scared out of their minds! My fellow adventurer, Osborne, who was proficient in the language of the savages, explained what they discussed amongst themselves. One of them, apparantly the leader of the group, gave the order for one of the others to escape and bring words to their great chief to bring more of them, lots more. You could say my plan backfired on us.

We were in one of the more unpleasant situations, with several orcs outside and a promise of more to come, so we did the only sensible thing and busted out. Or rather... We cleaned away all the stuff we had barricaded the door with, and then we busted out, ready for anything. Now, it just so happened that anything in this case, meant the disapparence of the orcs outside our door. Apparently they had fled the scene when they heard the sound of moving furniture, thinking that they were about to be run down by a two figure number of soldiers. Not that we were any less likely to destroy them than the soldiers would be, but still. Even I know the soldiers would be both more efficient, and more impressive. That's when I figured I'd have to learn how to make the image of 20 soldiers running for the enemy. Just think of the reaction!

Now, anyway. We rested, healing our wounds, getting our daily meditation done so that we may cast more spells and such things. And then we began journying again. Going further down into the mines. There were more bodies, dwarven women and children slaughtered without remorse from their assailants. We met a few goblins as well, whose stupidity was only topped by their complete lack of courage. Or well... not complete. Meeting four adventurers armed to their teeth alone with nothing but a pointy stick is, if incredibly foolish, still a sign of courage. We spared one of the goblins we met, with a promise of letting him go if he only showed the way to the surviving dwarves. He didn't quite meet his end of the deal, but instead led us to a room filled with orcs an bugbears, so we had to off him. Kind of sad, but his choice. He did leave u some compensation though, in the form of tidbits about the dwarf situation. Apparantly our diversion had worked, for a while. The dwarves were still fighting, but then again, so were the goblinods.

Well, we kept going, fighting anything that came across our way, with me always confusing the crap out of them while the others killed them of one by one. I found myself almost being happy that we brought the monk as he laid orc after orc down to rest, but everytime the feeling crept forward, he started talking, and it faded back again.

On our way down, in a particulary tight spot, we hear battlecries. Dwarven battlecries. We were finally there! I was already singing a song to set courage in my allies, and I raised my voice, almost shouting in dwarven a song of great heroes past. And yet it was the monk that made certain the last of the enemies in the room fell by his feet. They were sceptic towards us, and I had to use everything I knew about dwarves and diplomacy to get the point in that we were there to help, before they finally accepted. There were few of them left now, and every one of them had to protect their city, so they asked us for a favor. There was a place in the mines, holy for those that lived here, that was now infested with orcs and goblinoids. They wanted it taken care of, but with a promise of pain to come if we were to take anything from that room for ourselves.

End of the "dwarven mines",But still to be continued.