Roxana Ma'gonid
Roxana thought to speak up first but she opted for waiting to see if anyone else had the initiative to speak up. She didn't have to wait for long as Frey was the first and she didn't know whether to not be surprised or not. Lord Byron nodded along to his questions with a unreadable expression on his face as he considered an answer for each question.
"Ah yes, how foolish of me for not giving you a map," Byron reached into a satchel he had around his wait and pulled out a glossy casing for a scroll which he then tossed to Fray, "That should be a general layout for the the floors up until the heirloom's location. As for the armors, from what my men told me they're crudely fashioned segmented armor from days long before even chainmail and that some strange red-purple fleshy stalks connect the different pieces of armor together to form a humanoid shape. As for other threats, my men told me of summoned creatures such as gibbering mouthers, nothics, and others my men didn't get enough of a good look to confirm what they were. In fact there's
gibbering mouther in the very first major room. For you final question I do apologize for my sudden departure but it's a personal health issue of mine no need to worry over it. Everything is quite swell now."
Byron looked over in Oberon's direction once he began speaking considering his options he spoke up, "For the traps let's see...some workers described trapholes, axe pendulums, and summoning circles but that's the most they could describe. I'd say they're reasonably deadly but they're fairly crude and old so brute forcing them should be enough to break them. Most traps were allegedly set off by triggering some special plate one the ground but the summoning circle by merely stepping on it. The armor's were described as very clumsy but savage in their attacks as the wounded workers can confirm. I'm afraid that's the most I can tell you as everything I know is secondhand. Now I do hope that is all?"
"So there's nothing else you can tell us?," asked Roxana.
"I'm afraid so, High Elf," said Byron with the same tone as a tired old grandpa would speak.
"If that's the case I believe we're done here, Byron," factually stated Roxana she tilted her head signaling for the group to go into the barrow's entrance but before she took a step inside Roxana turned to Byron, "Do expect us to ask questions in case we find anything." With the final word she stepped inside leading the party into the dusty innards and once the outside's light dimmed to nothingness she reached inside her bag and brought out a sunstick, an elven trinket that stored a set amount of sunlight, and activated it thus illuminating the grey corridor. They shortly reached an opening to a larger corridor that was slightly lit up by lamps connected to the outside. It was a large oval room with a railway surrounding the inner edge which culminated in a large stairway that lead downwards.
But something was off as a slimy, disgusting sound along with an almost hollering laughter could be heard way down below. Roxana tiptoed over the edge only to see a giant gibbering mouther at the bottom. It was at least 10 feet wide and was rolling along in a puddle of slime and dead bodies in the downstairs lobby or whatever this counted as. Gulping in disgust, Roxana placed her hand the railing and turned to her party.
"It's a gibbering mouther alright. From what I know they can lunge out their jaws a few feet like sharks and are nasty and diseased," tentatively said Roxana, "Anyone want to chime in killing that thing?"
In the middle of the Tarchuna Forest
The pale beast reeled back from the Witch Hunter pricking one its limbs and slicing it's barbed tentacles but it struggles to keep track of the Snow Elf bathing her sword in flames. The searing sword sliced one hand with the stump becoming a sludge like black on the surface. The same white slime spurted out to encase it in a hard clear shell. The monster suddenly lunged with its two front arms at the Snow Elf while it disturbingly extended its neck to face the Witch Hunter. Its featureless face once again to reveal a bottomless pit of a mouth and its neck swelling up with air it let out an ear piercing screech unbelievably higher than any other it had let out before. The sheer force of it sent even random sticks and rocks flying off in a blurr.
Meanwhile the remaining smaller monsters with their crude plan failed all began scattering to face off against the individual Redcloaks. However, they now seemed much more disorganized and timid with several of the smaller ones going behind the bigger ones in hopes of using them as a shield. Nevertheless their dwindling attacks persisted.
McDooggle Bluff, Red-Eyes Goblin Tribe
As the day's skeleton crew was slaughtered above ground, the goblins rested in their hovels without a care in the world. That is except for a group of six that were huddled together in a tight circle. They were off playing some human game called gambling one said and they were trading valuable food and equipment as these goblins were of a higher rank then the above ground ones as their armor were matching breastplates and helmets along with crude wooden shields and seaxes. One lost tremendously and had to go to the store room closer to the surface to get his lost possession and as he entered the tunnel leading to the surface he was all too unaware of the incoming Legionnaires.
