It all started in a tavern. Me and my, untrustworthy to say the least, companions were trying to enjoy some ale when this drunkard came in swinging his half empty cup at us. I don’t remember what he was shouting but I sure remember what chaos ensued. Yes, I know. It’s surprising to hear a poor as dirt half elf using large words. Well Bob, that bloody Cleric, not a healer I would want working on me, decided to act rather rash. He killed the blithering fool and got us all clapped in irons…or rather behind irons, in a cell. The guard was asleep but that didn’t help at all. We got let out by this guy, mayor or something, wanted us to do a job for him in exchange for our release. There was a gnome with him. There may have been some coin involved too. If so I didn’t get much of it. They brought us to a cave and left us there to fix their problem, something to do with the fact that no-one who was going in to find out what the problem was was coming out. So we went through this cave, more of a mine, which is a cave, so never mind. We ran into these big insect things that look like giant cockroaches. Ugg.. I hate cockroaches. My memories of the bleak, dark cave dim over for a time. Then I clearly remember this pit filled with liquid fire ever so far down. After we crossed it we came across this strange glowing fungi. We collected some. The Tiefling decided to drop some of the glowing fungi down a chasm to see how far down it was. He was greeted by some glowing eyes and scurrying. Yes, blood and ashes, more of the insect critters. We managed to finally take them out after they had incapacitated their disturber. We came across some acid. There’s not much to note on that. Later on we ran into some enchanted skeletons…ugg..that kind of thing gives me shivers. We climbed a cliff and came across some unpleasant zombies, I believe you call them. The grotesque, rotting, living corpses. We came across a heavy locked door, and accidentally discovered how to open it. We each had to stand on certain floor tiles. This time he was in the center of a magic circle. He had assumed we would already be dead. After a anxiety ridden battle with some specter he summoned, we were finally rid of him. Now we were lost with the only one who knew the way out dead(the Gnome). Then to our luck, or misfortune, we came across, or rather, an half elf assassin came across us. He offered us an exuberant amount of money to find some ancient mystic book, written in blood. Yes I remember that part. Then he lead us out and then to and other tavern. This one didn’t have near as good ale. The wine was succulent though. Remember never drink and ride. Horses don’t like being led into trees.