With the Tree behind us we went back down to the pleasure room and went down the last tunnel that we saw. It ended, not to far, with a strong wooden door bound in iron bands. We tried the door but it wouldn't budge. Not to be discouraged, we tried the door in groups even. Each time we failed there was a report amongst the men that they just couldn't try the door again. Like a weariness, only none of them wanted for sleep.
We finally got the door open, by one of our mages none the less. The warriors must have loosened it up for him. And through the door we found our salvation.
The days light pored down on us. We rose from the tunnel among the debris of a collapsed building, all of which was overgrown with thick moss and ground cover. Our door had not only be rusted shut but also tied closed by the plants and their roots. We'd ripped our way to the surface.
We'd finally gotten to the surface and our sense of time was restored. We could see the sun close to setting on the horizon. Not wanting to spend the night under the arena, with skeletons, slimes, Errol, poisonous air and a bewitched killer tree, and who knows what else, we decided to stay outside and go else where.
We hadn't gone far before we were back in the swamp, up to our ankles in mire and stagnant water with it's slime and squishy plants. Our feet were making sucking noises as we lifted them with each step. We made so much noise that none of us were prepared when two crocadillos attacked us.
We swarmed over the monsters. We quickly killed one and drove the other off. Being attacked actually had a side benefit. As we took stock of the situation following the melee, we noticed the remains of other adventurers, and their possessions. We armed ourselves with a few spears and even found an ivory statuette.
And now darkness of night is creeping up on us.
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