Narrator:
The hallway appears behind the alcove and it is illuminated with an eerie green glow. The light seems to wax and wane, as though it is the flickering flame of a torch.
A drizzle of dust sifts from the rounded stone ceiling, like rain from a storm cloud, filling the air with swirls, then settling on the floor adding to the already thick layer.

The dust rests on the floor, coating it in a thick layer of grit.

The rain of dust obscures the anti chamber, which is slowly revealed to the adventuring party.

The once fine paintings of a society long past, now lay crumpled, torn, rotten, and moth eaten.
The paintings that remain clinging to the wall seem to be hanging by a combination of mold and mildew.

A large dark shape is seen far back in the room.

Mobruk approaches the large shape, revealing a dragon curled in rest, little items are arranged around in a pattern.
Mobruk:
The statue is surrounded by what appears to be sacrifices.

Dragon:
When you have me, you immediately feel like sharing me, but once you share me you no longer have me.

Narrator:
The dragon seems to stare at Mobruk, who stumbles back with a confused look on his face.

As the others approach, they seem to stumble back as well.
Dragon:
When you have me, you immediately feel like sharing me, but once you share me you no longer have me.

Talon:
A secret.

Narrator:
As Talon answers the riddle in his head,a previously hidden door appears for him, drawing him closer., who disappears.

As Talon leaves the group, he suddenly disappears, leaving a blank stone wall as it was before.

Mobruk:
Where did he go?

Onyx:
He seems to have just disappeared.

Artimax:
Maybe when you get the right answer, you can teleport?

Onyx:
A definite possibility. I wish he had told us the answer.

Narrator:
The remaining three look around and discuss the possible answers to the dragon’s riddle.

Some time passes with Artimax, Mobruk, and Onyx trying to figure out the answer.

Artimax:
The answer must be secret!

Narrator:
Artimax walks to the now revealed door, swiftly followed by Mobruk and Onyx.

As they walk through the door, Talon is seated on the floor, waiting patiently for them to figure it out.
Talon:
What took so long?

Onyx:
It seems that when some have it, they keep it, but those like Artimax share it, because they want to stay together.

Talon:
I thought it would work for all of us.

I’ve had a chance to look at the room, while I was waiting.

Narrator:
There are six alcoves in this room, each with a different statue residing within.

As the party walks around the room, the statues do not move, but seem to glower at anyone that passes by them.

A high elf seems to look down on the party, his nose up in the air.

A dwarf dressed in complete parade battle armor looks over the assembled group.

The red dragonborn seems ready to cast a spell, at anyone willing to oppose him.

The Luxadon holds his head high and his trunk ready to release his battle cry to rally the troops.

The gnome sits at a desk, lost in thought as he ponders a mystery.

Moist dust clings to the floor and mold climbs the wall.

The green light flickers from the empty alcove, where a statue of a human lays on the ground, preventing a door from closing completely.
Mobruk:
I say lets investigate.

Narrator:
With nods of agreement, the others follow Mobruk over, looking closely at the fallen statue.

Artimax:
Should we go through?

Onyx:
I do believe I am feeling curiousity.

Talon:
I am as well.

Mobruk:
Curiousity killed the wear cat, but satisfaction brought him back.

Narrator:
Mobruk slowly pushes the door open wider, the party hesitantly walk through.

As the green light grows brighter, it reveals a narrow and short hallway, leading into an empty room.

Footprints stick out in the thick layer of dirt on the floor.

Mobruk:
Look at these footprints, they seem to be small and have claws.

They disappear right over there.

Narrator:
They follow the prints, then suddenly fall out of sight.

Talon:
Artimax, don’t walk forward!
Sheesh that hurts!

I’ve got a spike sticking up in a place it shouldn’t be.

Artimax:
What about Mobruk and Onyx?

Talon:
They don’t appear to be dead, I think they are just unconscious.

Narrator:
Artimax slowly makes his way down, placing his hand on Onyx.

Silvery blue light flashes from his hand to cover Onyx from his head to his feet.

The same light appears, covering Mobruk as well.

Artimax looks at Talon, before placing his hand on the Ranger and on his own chest, before he doubles over in pain.

Onyx:
Thanks Artimax.

Talon:
Thanks friend.

Are you ok?

Mobruk:
Look here at this tunnel it is lined with green tile, and that light seems brighter.

Narrator:
The group crawl on their hands and knees through the tunnel.

As the green light grows brighter, the party finds themselves in a large open room.

Mobruk:
It appears to be safe enough for a rest and I’m exhausted.

Artimax:
I am not feeling my best at the moment, I could definitely use a rest.

Talon:
If we are going to take a rest here then, someone will need to take a watch.

Who wants first watch?

Onyx:
I do not need sleep, I shall watch.

Narrator:
The three that require sleep, lay themselves on their bed rolls, grabbing the much needed sleep.

After Onyx looks around, his head moving from side to side as he watches over the group.

Several hours pass in this manner and slowly they begin to wake.

Onyx:
I noticed nothing dangerous during the watch.

But I am curious, Mobruk is it normal for those sounds to be coming from you?

Mobruk:
I have no idea what you are talking about, let us continue our adventure.

How about you take the lead Artimax.

Artimax:
sure, put the squishy magic user at the front, makes perfect sense.

Narrator:
The group continues their crawl and Talon squeezes around Artimax.

Talon:
The room is rather large and that eerie green light seems to be more of a hinderence than a help.

A long and large box is in the middle, but I can’t make out more than that.

Narrator:
They stand up after crawling out of the tunnel, each of them stretching.

Jot:
Thank you kindly for releasing me from my bindings.

Talon:
Who said that?

Jot:
I did stupid.

Talon:
Who are you? …Where are you?

Jot:
My name is Jot and I was here to protect the Dragon Priest, to make sure he did not waken.

Talon:
We didn’t release you.

Jot:
Your idiotic presence released me.

I believe adventurers get dumber and dumber by the year.

Talon:
Who are you calling an idiot?

Jot:
If the armor fits, wear it.

Sheesh!

I can’t believe I missed your big ears!

Talon:
There you are!

Narrator:
A tiny humanoid figure appears flying 10 feet away from Talon.

As soon as he appears, he disappears again.

Narrator:
Laughter is heard as Jot buzzes away. The tiles on the floor are cracked, dislodged, and even missing in some areas.

In the middle of the room is a long, wide, stone sarcophagus. One of the ends of the sarcophagus is carved in a stylized dragon’s head with other dragon carvings embossed along its surface.

Jot:
And here you have a fat one too.

Is he as dumb as you are?

Perhaps he is as fat as you are dumb?

Mobruk:
You little fool, I will find and send you back to wherever you came from!

Jot:
I came from your mom’s bedroom!

Mobruk:
Why you little!

Jot:
And I had to wait in the longest line to get in there.

Mobruk:
I don’t have time for this.

Narrator:
Mobruk walks over to the coffin, looking at the closed and locked latches.

Reaching out, he grabs one, tugging on it experimentally.

Mobruk:
They seemed to be locked.

Jot:
Gee, I wonder what gave that away, the locks on them perhaps?

Maybe because someone was here to keep him from being awakened?

The fact that they were not wide open like your mom?

Narrator:
Mobruk, being the strongest among them, proceeds to try and break the locks, doing his best to ignore the voice.

He inserts a crowbar, managing to break one lock, but bending the crowbar in the process.

Taking a hammer, he is able to break a lock, but the handle of the hammer breaks on impact.

He looks at the remaining locks, his chest heaving from the effort.

Mobruk:
Talon, lets see if we can work together to get this lid off.

Jot:
I wouldn’t if I were you.

But then again, if I were you, I’d wonder who my daddy is.

Mobruk:
If I were you, I’d be stuck in a spider web, like the annoying fly you are.

Talon:
Good one.

Jot:
The only flies that I know of come from your mom’s undergarments.

Artimax:
Better one.

Narrator:
Mobruk growls in frustration as he and Talon work together to bust the remaining locks.

They slowly push the stone lid off, revealing it’s contents.

Inside is a large giant, dressed in decaying green priest robes. The giant’s skin is leathery, and he appears to be mostly skin and bone.

Mobruk:
Not really worth the effort, was it?

Talon:
Not really.

Narrator:
As the two of them look down at the giant, his eyes pop open and focus on Mobruk.

Giant:
Grafin narble.

Narrator:
A green light shoots out slamming into Mobruk’s chest, causing him to stumble backwards.

Giant:
Nin swimazere!

Narrator:
Talon goes flying backwards as the giant stands up in the coffin, the rage evident on his leathery face.

Giant:
Larmy gorble wix!

Narrator:
Artimax and Onyx go flying backwards as well, both of them landing in a crumpled heap.

Mobruk comes in swinging his sword.

Mobruk:
Come on lets surround him.

Onyx:
I would suggest for us to kill him, while he is still weak.

Artimax:
If throwing us around like dolls is weak, I don’t want him to get strong.

Narrator:
An Eldritch Blast shoots from Onyx’s eye, slamming into the Dragon Priest.

Artimax sends three magic missiles into the giant, causing him to stumble slightly.

Talon comes in swinging his scimitars in a very fluid and practiced motion.

He comes in, slicing into the giant with the first swing, but slipping on a loose tile, which causes him to miss his second strike.

Giant:
hazzzool piffen

Narrator:
Artimax and Onyx are flung against the wall again, both look at the other and shake their heads.

Mobruk swings his sword again, slicing into the priest’s arm.

Jot:
Looks like you are losing, in case you were unaware.

Narrator:
Onyx flings another eldritch blast from his eye, as Mobruk slices into the arm, and Artimax hits it with an orange fire bolt.

The priest growls in frustration, but can’t seem to gather enough energy to mount a serious strike.

Mobruk drops down to his forearms and knees.

Talon rushes in, stepping up and leaping from Mobruk’s position.

The dual scimitars flash in the green light, sending the head flying up into the air.

The giant priest falls back into the coffin, now headless, and his head rolls to look up at Talon accusingly.

Mobruk:
That was close.

Talon:
Here is a ceremonial looking dagger.

Also here are spell scrolls, Onyx do you want some?

Some silver rings here are worth about 15 gold a piece.

a nice silver dragon amulet to go along with a good chunk of coins.

I guess there isn’t much except to journey on.

Onyx:
I do not believe I can use those particular spell scrolls.

Narrator:
The others nod and follow Talon to a stone door, which is covered by a mildewed painting.

Talon steps through the door and an arrow slams into his chest, the arrow head coming through his back.

Talon hits the floor hard, the arrow buried up to it’s fletching in his chest.

Artimax:
Get his attacker, I can take care of Talon.

Arise brother and fight.

Narrator:
A silvery blue light envelops Talon and he gasps in a breath, his eyes fluttering open.

Unable to mount an attack against two fighters, the gray skinned goblin falls to Mobruk and Onyx quickly.

A staircase leads down away from this empty room.

Mobruk:
Goblins are every where in this place.

Onyx:
Jot:
Remind you of home on the village’s pay day?

Onyx:
There does appear to be an infestation.

Narrator:
They take the quiet moment to catch their breath and gather some energy, for what is lying ahead.

Talon looks at the hole in his shirt and the blood stain running down his front.

Talon:
I thought I was dead, thank you Artimax.

Narrator:
Artimax nods his welcome.

The group heads down the stone stairs, coming to a door with the painting of a fish like dragon in an ocean.

A treasure chest sits at the bottom of the ocean painting and the dragon swims back and forth, protecting the chest.

Onyx:
The dragon seems to be protecting that chest.

Narrator:
Artimax kneels in front of the chest, placing his lock picks into the lock.

After several tense moments, a click is heard and the door swings open.

A rusty barrel sits in the northwest corner of the small room, with similar pipes leading down to somewhere below.

Narrator:
As Mobruk lifts the lid, ice forms on his skin and then is blasted off as the ice boils away in a puff of steam.

Mobruk stumbles back from the surprise attack, his skin seeming to sluff off.

As Mobruk grunts in pain, the two creatures come out, aiming at the party.

Mobruk swings his sword, slicing into and killing the ice mephit, but daggers of ice slam into his flesh.

Narrator:
Mobruk hits the floor, unconscious and bleeding heavily.

Artimax:
I don’t have anything left and he isn’t breathing!

Narrator:
Talon rushes over to Mobruk as Onyx uses Eldritch Blast again.

The steam mephit explodes, boiling both Mobruk and Talon, who avoids the majority of the steam.

Artimax:
I may can stabilize him, I have a few bandages.

Get over and compress his chest in a rhythym of 1, 2, 3, and stop, then repeat.

Narrator:
Artimax rushes over, doing his best to stop most of the bleeding wounds, as Talon pounds on Mobruk’s chest.

After several tense moments, Mobruk groans, coughing up blood.

Artimax:
I’ve done all that I can do, at least he is alive.

Narrator:
As the group gathers their wits, Talon looks into the barrel.

Talon reaches in and pulls out several blue sapphires.

They crawl through the small door, hidden by the barrel, standing up into a large room.

A centralized fire pit is surrounded by carvings and writing, in the color of a green dragon.

A small alter sits beside a bent and broken cage in the Eastern corner.

High pitched whimpering is heard from the mound of bedding resting near the alter.

Artimax:
I wonder why the wall says, Here be dragons?