SESSION 53r: DAY 23 – THE CAVES OF CHAOS
Lucien's curiosity is piqued by Malandir's report, "The murmuring could be anything from slaves bemoaning their fate to a sawbones hovel for wounded bugbears and a shaman or witch doctor to care for them."
He sighs, puts his head down, squeezes his eyes shut for a few seconds, then looks to the group, "I'm not one for regrets, and we may still be pushing our luck, but if Talmark's wounds were healed up with those potions to bring back enough vigor, it may be in our best interest to check that door after all. Myself, Kord and Malandir are still combat capable and Kord and I still have some minor spells and scrolls left."
Malandir nods his agreement. “The discovery of those potions offers the potential revitalisation of our battle strength. If they are bugbear wounded, they will be easily finished off, but it’s just as likely to be slaves or prisoners. The secret door is of interest, but could wait for a return trip”
Talmark glances at the ground, then the sky before puffing out some air. "I'm betting they are most likely wounded prisoners, which would be very good to rescue as it will give us both more credit with the Burg's denizens and more allies. If they are indeed wounded bugbears, well, that's more ears for us which is just as good. And in either case, dealing with it sooner is better than later. If you'll hand me those vials we can be about the business..."
Talmark takes the first potion healing 8pts, healing him to 9hp.
“That’s enough,” remarks the tough fighter. He hands off the spare potion. “Here hold this, if I need it, someone pour it down my throat.”
The party forms up and starts to head east. They get to the guard room in just a minute or so and then turn west toward the murming room.
Readying themselves, Talmark and Per put their shoulder to the door and BOOM, it is burst open.
What they see inside shocks them to the core. The room is rank with filth. Chained to the wall are 3 kobolds, a goblin, 4 orcs and 2 humans. They have been poorly treated by the bugbears. Starved to the point of emaciation they are barely alive.
The humans turn to the party and with hoarse voices they whisper, “Help…”
With a mixture of fear and hope the monsters raise their hands, showing their chained wrists and begging to be set free.