Siege of Deepingdown
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Zooryn stumbled along the pitch black passage. Even with eyes so accustomed to the dark¸ he could barely discern anything through his good eye¸ his other having been swollen shut for some time. He tripped over unseen terrain¸ barely able to right himself. His stomach lurched¸ hunger pangs almost making him retch. He was battered¸ starved¸ and oh so tired. "Gods below¸ let me find them¸" he muttered¸ thinking idly that his gods were unlikely to hear him¸ so far was he from his native lands. He paused¸ bowing to catch his breath. He could just stop¸ lie down for a moment¸ get some rest… A flicker of something caused him to jerk his head upright. Was it light? Another trick of his overworked mind? He waited¸ his eye straining to see something¸ anything. Then he heard them. They were definitely voices¸ quiet and indistinct¸ yes¸ but voices. He couldn't place direction or distance¸ the sounds echoing madly around him. Was it Dwarvish? He leaned his head around¸ ears frantically seeking patterns in the unknown speech. He tried to move closer and fell. This time¸ as ha tried to rise¸ he realized that he had no strength. The unseen voices got louder¸ and with his last reserves of will¸ Zooryn croaked out the one word of Dwarvish he'd been taught before he had been sent. "Help." Then the deeper blackness claimed him. An 8-hour adventure for 1 st - 3 rd level characters Written by: Jason Eldridge and Scott Waisner Art by: Steven Simpson