The trip is long, but sleeping in the comforts of town every night has proven to be worth the long trek back. We've visited the burrow mounds a few times now and not ventured deep within yet.
However, this time was different. We came up to the mound, prepared to fight. Every time we arrive some new dangerous monster has arrived.
After we dispatched a pack of monsters a queer little bird creature came to us. She greeted us happily and took an instant liking to Bilgdwarf and gave him a favor, a splendid spear. But, apparently for that favor she walked easy as you like right up to one of the skeletons we'd bested and picked up a golden urn and kept it for herself.
She said her name was Quack McDaniel and when we pressed her about the golden urn she ignored us and pointedly talked about her two hammers and how she can defend herself.
With that conversation going nowhere fast we decided to descend into the mound.
One of the huts had a chain rope suspended in the center of the room, descending through a hole in the floor.
We all climbed down and started exploring the hallways and rooms.
If we thought the monsters who kept occupying the grounds above were dangerous, the hallways below were not to be taken lightly. Rocky walked into a room and a stone door fell like a trap, seperating him from us. Immediately we heard the moan and clatter of skeletons.
We couldn't get in, the stone door was to heavy and to powerful for us to force. As Sigorn pushed at the stone, Mort found a loose stone on the floor which he pried up. Underneath it he found a lever which, when activated it pulled the stone door away, and the battle was joined.
Each of our strikes would chip and crack bones, but the skeletons were very strong. In the midst of the melee we were hard pressed by the skeletons, but Quack, she was so small she slid in between us and pulled her two hammers from her side and whirled them about and layed into the skeletons.
With each strike of the hammer a strong glow imbued the hammer and the skeleton simply disappeared. The mere tap of the hammer and they vanished.
But all the risk appeared for naught. The skeletons did not have any riches and we left back to town without being any richer, except for Quack, who still retains the golden urn.
Rocky was feeling very free and he bought us all a round of ale to drink the dust from our throats.
Another day is passed.
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