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Expedition 27 - Ashers account

With our crusade well underway against the banks of the caves of chaos, we decided to take a short break and investigate the strange vault in our own little castle. Someone noticed the water in the well was probably what we heard behind one of those statues, and our dwarven friend Alf offered to repel himself in. I suggested he doff his plate before he went down, seen too many knights drown in rivers wearing those metal deathtrap and I cant say I didn't send a few to their watery graves. In his casual attire the dwarf went down lantern and shield to investigate the underground river. The river itself seemed to be apart of some narrow system, and eve for his height he couldn't get through, but stranger yet down there he found a lions head in a wall. I suggested we head down to the statue and find the other side of this head.


Only problem was the 30 orcs we left down there. When we arrived the first batch was friendly enough, but the second seemed poised for ambush.  Ill never have it said that Asher was a stingy knave though, and I offered them a few coins to back down, or rather "redirect" their anger towards each other. The Elf with us followed and before long we were past them in the statue room. That dwarf discovered that his lion head was actually a hidden passage into the room, and we all met back up. Shame about everyone finding that, I could have used it to nick all the loot in the night and run. Our friends were not one for puzzles though and after some time trying to piece out what the statues mean, eventually the elf offered to bow in front of one of the statues. 


Singed lungs, crushed statue bits, and a skeleton pendant later and Alf fell down a trap door in front of one of em. Luckily that trap door went right to the crypts where we met some old nobleman ranting and raving about being murdered. I wish he was ranting and raving about his gold more though, so I "suggested" we might find the clue to his freedom in one of his family's coffins, or should I say coffers. After a bit o grave robbing we came out with gold and silver, and most importantly a talkin sword. Bastard burned me bad but he seemed to like the stern fella with the beard enough so we agreed to keep em. Not long after we are in Yeoldelands sellin dead familial junk and drinking our cares away.