In the cold dead of night, the corpse of the giant spider steamed. The bones of the skeletons lay still as the group went back to a convoy. Sleep came easy for the party and before they knew it, the sun was shining.
Hours passed and Sergeant Monrow looks troubled. Each of the party members look to the forest at their side, but their gaze always seems move back to the road.
“We should already be able to see Edgegate. Something is wrong, did we take a wrong turn?” Sergeant Monrow says.
Suspicious, Xaltuval focuses his Eladrin eyes and finds what appears to be the point where no one’s eyes seem to want to look at. “Hey, something is awry over there.” The wizard points out. The Sergeant sends over a couple of his men and they uncover an entrance to a dungeon.
The group enters the dungeon with Xyrthyra and Dangus in the lead. After only a few minutes, the group encounters four Blazing Skeletons, the battle is on. Two of the skeletons move forward and create a barrier of heat that bombards the Dragonborn and the Goliath. The other two throw fire balls into the fray.
Elyszchia slides between the two forward skeletons and knocks them to the ground. Taking that as a signal, Xyrthyra stomps her foot with great force that crushes the skull of a skeleton and then she swings her sword that shatters the spine of the other. The Sergeant and two soldiers fire magical blasts and crossbow bolts into the remaining skeletons. After a short while, the other two skeletons are dispatched without much incident.
The group moves on through the dungeon and come upon a trap. Xaltuval stops the group from triggering the trap. Dangus manages to safely disarm a trip wire, but the remaining trap takes the form of displaced floor tiles. They quickly find out that this trap is a poorly concealed pit. The group carefully makes their way across the ravine. However, two of the soldiers lose their grip and fall to their deaths. Dangus easily jumps across and Xaltuval uses his Fey step to get across.
Eventually, the remaining group makes their way to the centre of the dungeon. A single Wight shrieking in laughter is there to meet them.
“You are running out of time mortals. Your destination does not hold the one you are looking for. His armies attack Edgegate as we speak, but your target is at the Eastern Garrison, decisions, decisions. Save hundreds now, or let hundreds of thousands die later. Of course…you can just run.”
The Wight shrieks again and snaps her cold dead fingers. The King’s decree that binds the group burns in a green bale-flame and settles down as ash. The group starts debating on what to do. Sergeant Monrow is still adamant in going to Edgegate, as he has no reason to believe the words of the Wight. Dangus finds a chest, but as he approaches the room starts to shake. Spooked out after the fight with the Skeletons and the mysterious disappearance of the Wight, the group immediately leaves.
Coming upon the pit, one of the soldiers turn around and fires his crossbow. “We have movement!” He cries just as he is sliced apart by blades. A Tomb Guardian rounds the corner, its four arms each hold a blood soaked scimitar.
“For the love of all that is holy, move!” The Sergeant yells. The remaining members safely reach the other end of the pit. Dangus pulls out his hand crossbow and levels it at the Tomb Guardian, but then he slowly aims it at Sergeant Monrow. “Work with us, or die” He says as intimidating as he can, but Monrow would have none of it. “In the name of the king, die!” Monrow yells and swings his sword to attack Dangus. Dangus fires his hand crossbow, but doesn’t kill Monrow.
The group attacks itself, mostly centring around Dangus at the edge of the pit. The Tomb Guardian leaps across the pit and barrels into the throng, knocking over Dangus and the remaining three soldiers. The rest of the party is mere meters away. The Tomb Guardian is the first to react and bisects the nearest soldier. Dangus picks up Monrow, intending to throw him at the Skeleton and put them both over the pit, but the other soldier takes this opportunity to attack the Goliath.
The strike cuts deep into the Goliath and renders him unconscious. The sergeant falls nearly nine feet and breaks his neck in the fall, killing him instantly. The last soldier bull rushes the Guardian and pushes it into a wall. Xyrthyra tries to kick the Tomb Guardian, but it stops her. Its reaction heavily damages the Dragonborn’s armour.
Elyszchia heals Dangus and he instantly kicks at the legs of the Tomb Guardian, buckling its stance. The Eladrin tries to shoot down the skeleton, but barely marks the bone. Xyrthyra kicks the Tomb Guardian again and is successful, it falls back but smashes against the last soldier, sending him screaming to his death. A moist splat marks the end of his fall.
The Tomb Guardian lashes out and cuts down Dangus again, rendering the Goliath unconscious once more. In a moment of fearlessness, the Halfling makes a run for the Tomb Guardian, jumping into a drop kick. The Tomb Guardian is fast enough to catch the Cleric in mid air, but the momentum propels them both over into the pit. Reacting instantly, the Dragonborn throws a rope after them. The Tomb Guardian and Halfling catch the rope successfully.
Xyrthyra holds onto the rope with all her strength. Elyszchia attacks the Tomb Guardian, but does nothing. The Tomb Guardian ignores the Halfing and reaches up to grab the pit ledge. Its remaining arm swings at the Halfling. The Eladrin still attacks the Tomb Guardian, but the damage is just not enough.
Elyszchia kicks off her boot and frees herself from the grasp of the Tomb Guardian. She fires a lance of faith, but found her faith wanting. Xyrthyra still holds onto the rope. Eladrin then moves to Dangus and stabilizes him, but it is up to him to wake up. The Tomb Guardian drops the Halfling’s boot and grasps onto the ledge with another hand.
Xaltuval rushes to the ledge and picks up Elyszchia. The Dragonborn drops the rope and runs over to the ledge and starts stomping on one of the Tomb Guardian’s hands. Dangus awakens and jumps over to the ledge, but does not land on a skeletal hand. The Tomb Guardian tries, but unsuccessfully, to pull itself up.
Xaltuval leaps over the ledge, a scimitar missing its swing by a hair’s breadth, he lands on the back of the Tomb Guardian. The extra weight is too much for the Skeleton and it loses its grip on the ledge. Both the Tomb Guardian and Xaltuval start falling. At the last moment, the Eladrin Fey steps back onto the corridor floor and the party watches as the Tomb Guardian falls to its demise. The sound of shattering bone signals its end.
Xaltuval finds a mysterious holy symbol on the corpse of Sergeant Monrow. The rest of the party split the gold they loot and make their way back to the caravan. Now freed from the king’s decree, the party now has to make a choice. Try to save Roseland, the country that sees them as nothing close to heroes, or turn a blind eye and walk away, letting many thousands of innocents die.