Session 32: Gimurt

We were led by the Kruthiks into winding underground chambers which were, in turn, full of more kruthiks, strange eggs, bloody tissue, and fungi. It was curious… our guards became disinterested…no, uninterested, in our existence once we were in these chambers. At first I thought it was because we were completely surrounded by hundreds of them and they would feel no need to watch us closely as escape would be all but impossible. But upon closer inspection it was evident that the kruthiks in this area seemed sleepy. I must confess that I do not feel very alert in this strange plane myself, as though my sense of time and causation is extinguished by some boring and static entity hereabouts. Hence, I don't remember exactly why the creatures were so sleepy. It could have been the mushrooms that are abundant in these caverns. Or it could have been the odd light in these environs. Some of these kruthiks were positively skeletal and comatose. So much for the kruthiks.

We slowly moved through the hollows, unmolested by kruthiks, and came upon a pillar of gold alloy, not pure gold mind you (which conducts heat well). The pillar was very well-crafted, and the alloy was inconsistent. Indeed, upon closer examination it was clear that there is a network of places where the alloy shines differently. I found the construction of the object mindboggling. Nevertheless, stone is much more interesting than precious (or specious for that matter) metals.

Thanks to Viter's adventurousness, we happened upon a skeletal cat, or possible a creepy familiar, which we decided to follow. Our dear druid friend spoke to it in a strange tongue. Once we were out from under the strange light in these parts, we saw that the skeletal cat was not so skeletal after all, but rather fluffy.

I cannot recall why (as I think I mentioned, I find that my short-term memory is poor in this dulled realm), but Ember shot a kruthik with a blast and then a bunch of them rushed us, but thankfully went inert after a moment. Ember moved down a tunnel and terminated, without prejudice I believe, a few more kruthiks, and decided that if we could make a spore lantern we might keep kruthiks around us imbecilic. Ember and Viter contrived sacks of lantern mushrooms, and we followed them with their great sacks, and Ember carried the feline on her shoulder. Ember was decisive and forward-plodding, and thus we found ourselves fighting kruthiks on the other side of a narrow corridor with spores in the air all around us. Collectively, we dispatched many kruthiks. Then we rested.

An incredible druidy net was created thanks to our hero and Ivasar insisted that we entrap a geriatric mushroom in said net. And so it came to pass that our druid presented to all beholding us a glowing light of spore-energy. Illuminated, we hacked our way via a long corrider of these asinine kruthiks. Some of us did better than others. Ivasar brought a chill over the room and we proceeded further. Despite our slaughter of kruthiks, a chief gave us an acidic reception and dropped our caster. But Viter heroically hurt the chieftain. Our druid revived Ember and we collectively dropped many more kruthiks and finished off that acerbic chieftain. In the aftermath, our caster found an interesting bound volume (a book bound in the skin of a celestial beast). The pages are reported to be worn, yet blank….and not usual.

So much for the boneheads.