2. The First Delve

With glee the Halfling sees a gap forming as Gabbro draws upon the strings on Magic, and as such draws upon his own string to release an arrow at the closest Wild person . . .

Ricard just stands there, sword resting across his shoulders, a knowing grin on his face.

Maybe it’s Gabbro’s muttered enchantments. Or the shocking sight of your depraved assailants. Or the disturbing smell of roasting human flesh. But something disturbs Pickles’ normally serene focus, and his arrow is way wide of the mark.

Shortly after Pickles’ arrow bounces harmlessly off the far wall of the chamber, Gabbro completes his incantations, and all five of your opponents drop to the ground in a deep magical slumber.

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Day 4, 3:30 pm
Gabbro, Elf 2: 10/10, 90’, Sleep, (+1 1st level spell)
Horath, Cleric 2: 9/9, 90’
Luther, Cleric 3: 6/10; 90’, Cure Light Wounds (Torch)
Pickles, Halfling 2: 10/10, 90’
Ricard, Fighter 3: 7/18, 90’
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"Incapacitate them/tie them up, or kill them?" Gabbro asks the group. "I don't recognize these guys as affiliated with any of the factions we know about already. I don't think these are the 'slender humans' that the Ghost Beggars have been tracking. They seem more like primitive descendants of the prison population. How did they get here? How did they survive for so long with such crappy equipment?"

"Cannibals are an abomination and should be treated as such." nodding at Horath "I agree with Horath."

Sliding his bow away Pickles obliged the Priests by drawing his handaxe, strolls into the room and applies a swift blow to each putting an end to the life that had fought for.

Ricard helps Pickles with the grim task of euthanasia, better not to suffer a cannibal to live in his opinion.

To reassure himself that we're not missing anything before we backtrack, Gabbro searches the room while the executions take place.

Gabbro rummages through the various bits of decrepit furniture in the chamber, but doesn’t find anything of interest or value.

Once Ricard and Pickles have finished their handiwork, a quick search of the bodies yields a total of 73 gp.

Luther's torch fizzles out, plunging you into darkness.

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Day 4, 3:40 pm
Gabbro, Elf 2: 10/10, 90’, Sleep, (+1 1st level spell)
Horath, Cleric 2: 9/9, 90’
Luther, Cleric 3: 6/10; 90’, Cure Light Wounds (Torch)
Pickles, Halfling 2: 10/10, 90’
Ricard, Fighter 3: 7/18, 90’
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Aware how frightened many people are when they're blinded, Gabbro reassures everyone in the dark and helps light another light source if necessary. "All is well; we'll get another light going soon. Anyone want help from an extra pair of hands? I've still got your oil flask, Ricard, in case someone wants me to light their lantern."

Pickles takes the offered money just before their world is plunged into darkness again. He waits to see if someone lights a touch, but will help with the lamp if no one has any left.