From the journal of Adrik Stoneskin –
Caravan Guard Adventurer
I write this crouched on blood-drenched soil while the others sit off to one side while Kathra and Elrik administer some healing to the group. My axe is discarded on the ground nearby, my faith in it – once unshakable – now utterly lost. My uncle once said to me ‘a craftsman’s tools bear no blame for poor work’ but he quickly changed his tune when I knocked him unconscious. Poor tools bear ALL the blame for shoddy work, and my axe is evidently the worst tool of the lot. Anyway, I can see the others rousing, time is of the essence after all. We’re about to head into the mine which, I must say, doesn’t excite me as much as it perhaps should. I find myself dreading the appearance of another one of those – what did Ezekiel call it? – Displacer Beasts.
Speaking of Ezekiel, if he doesn’t stop calling me ‘Alrik’ he’s going to be taught the same lesson as my uncle.
The party stood amid the carnage of their last battle ready to enter the mine. Cael, ever-cautious, darted silently towards the entrance holding to his eye the gem Alan bestowed upon him to enhance his sight. After a moment’s observation he signalled to the party that the way appeared to be clear. Stepping past a derailed mine cart, the party followed the elf inside, abandoning attempts at stealth for the time being.
For several long minutes the party followed the tunnel deeper into the mine. Eventually they came upon what looked like a security checkpoint of some sort – a crudely assembled loose stone wall several feet in height behind which stood half a dozen of the shadow creatures the party fought outside the mine. Before the wall was a large pit with jagged rocks lining the bottom.
The party deliberated for several minutes over the best course of action. Cael suggested retrieving the fallen mine cart from outside and hiding someone inside, hopefully sending it across the breach to catch the shadow monsters by surprise. Adrik – still crestfallen over the previous fight – hastily volunteered.