Chapter Zero: The Black Earth Below

Keitha never ignored her senses, regardless whether they were real or imagined. It is how she had survived up until now. She took to time to really look around and listen for danger before she answered Darmalgartr.

(OCC: If there is nothing that she notices wrong or dangerous then she will continue her conversation but remain on alert. I will continue as if she notices nothing wrong but if she does the following would  change to address the issue. Also if nothing is wrong as soon as the vines disappear i am going to want to plunder the bodies of the drow for anything useful)

" I believe I know of your homeland that you speak of. They are know to my kind as The Gargoyle Tail Mountains. I am also aware of their many dangers." Keitha pondered the many problems that these folk would have reaching their destination and also the likelihood that they would make it, especially hunted and in their state.

" Even though the horrors that you speak of down below the surface would have made your escape nearly, if not completely, impossible; you may not have an easier time above ground, especially without proper provisions and some one who knows the lay of the land. Your strength of character and determination will only get you so far, I am afraid." Keitha paused for but a moment, " If I may ask, did Zauboth Ogor, not only see the future demise of Bathellor but a way to get you all home? Are you to meet up with him somewhere?"
Keitha realized that they may be hesitate to answer the last question so she continue to explain her part of her motive in asking the question. "It seems to me that with what you have told me of the undead problem below and the vision of Zauboth Ogor, this problem will affect all of us, above and below. It is easier to fight a enemy you know then one you do not. Even in your homeland, if it isn't stopped you may need to fight this horror eventually. Do you agree?"

Beckoning for her companions--constant and erstwhile alike--to fall silent, Keitha bared a well-honed blade and crept low to the undergrowth.  And with ideal timing, the twisting vines from her Entangle spell withered, curled to the earth and diminished with a cacophony of groans and whispers near around her, the better to mask her approach.  With one deft motion did she grasp the brush and lift it with her free hand while reflexively leveling her steel at what she found there: a gravely wounded duergar, grasping his weeping belly and crawling feebly towards them.  The sweeping of the brush promptly drew his attention to the ranger and what threat she posed, and he ceased his crawling to raise a hand in his defense.

"Puh...pray stay your gnnn...huh...hand!  I wish ye nn...nnnay harm!"

Darmalgartr keened his ears and hastened near at hearing the voice.  "Ingorsent!  What have yeh...."

But Ingorsent silenced him with a hiss of warning, his alarmed eyes gone wider than aggie stones.  "Sss...still your voice!  They are near!"

"They?" the jeweler asked, lowering his tone.  "The drow?"

"Nay.  Them."

Darmalgartr leaned away, raising a bushy, white eyebrow to Keitha.  "Ingorsent was wi' Zauboth Ogor when we lost sight o' him...when the drow descended on us and scattered us.  If Ingorsent be here...yuir querries may need to wait, half-elven."

With a hushed tongue, Darmalgartr turned to his comrades and addressed them with a barrage of Undercommon words half-murmured and half-growled.  Ingorsent was furtively drawn from the bushes by the red-haired duergar woman, who began to treat his wounds with plundered ale and crude bandages cut from drow garments.  The surviving drow elves were harshly bound wrist to ankle, stripped of most of their clothing and treated for their wounds as well.


• 26 Liantefann (or White Spiders) and 64 Aksokaar (Skulls), the Platinum Pieces and Gold Pieces (respectively) of drow civilization.

• 2 green glass flasks of alchemist's fire, stoppered with bee's wax.  Keitha is unsure of their contents' quality or their value on the markets.

• A book of spells, bound in several patches of black batskin neatly stitched together, and plated at each corner with tempered iron.  Keitha cannot begin to estimate the spellbook's value, nor can she hope to speculate about its written contents with any degree of accuracy.

• A three-edged stiletto of drow make, its quillons and pommel pressed with spider web patterns and its grip bound in gossamer.  The dagger appears to be ordinary, and Keitha is unsure of its specific metal or its quality.  The stiletto's dark-hued burgundy scabbard--with its paired belt loops--are stitched from some sort of boiled hide, possibly harvested from a creature exclusive to the Underdark; Keitha cannot gauge the scabbard's value either.

• A violet potion in a vial of white quartz, stoppered with plain, tapered tin set with a corkwood ring.  It has the sluggish consistency of snail slime, and Keitha can see tufts of white fur and mushroom gills suspended in it.  She can't tell what the potion is or does; thus, she also knows not its market worth.

• "Anulettikyss' Teachings for the Menders of Flesh," a book bound in the gray skin of an unknown creature from the Underdark.  The book is written entirely in Elven (with drow dialect and manners of speech), and its pages boast a roughly equal number of paragraphs and pictures; the words are instructions on recognizing and treating various injuries as well as the symptoms of diseases and common poisons, and the pictures are a chirurgeon's sketches of muscles and organ systems illustrating the physiological differences among elves, humans, dwarves, illithids and other races; whether Anulettikyss the Chirurgeon extracted this lore from the dead or the living is, perhaps, a question best left unanswered.  Keitha has no idea of how much this book could fetch at the markets, but keeping the book and consulting it will give her justification to raise her Heal skill with any gained Level, even if she has not practiced that skill through hands-on experience.  When consulted, it can also grant a +2 circumstance bonus to any use of the Heal skill.  As noted, fluency in the Elven tongue is vital for this book to be of any use.

• Four pages from "The Cold Womb: Al-Shadan's Journal on the Undead," written in a Lebeqi dialect of the Common tongue and tied together with crossed cords of white gossamer.  One page is the foreword, the other three are handwritten entries with sketches about their subjects.  The line of tiny, torn holes along one edge of each page suggests that the pages were ripped from a book, though not forcefully enough to destroy the pages.  Surely any book collector or librarian would turn up his nose at such a ruined find, and the pages are likely to be quite worthless.

• A pair of black thigh boots with wisteria cuffs, lining and soles, cross-laced up the outer sides with purple gossamer.  The lining appears to be dyed bat fur, the leather is reptilian (apparently harvested from a large skink or similar lizard, then tanned and stained), the heels are wisteria-stained oak root and the soles are four layers of boiled lizard hide.  As Keitha quickly discovers, the soles are unusually thick for a reason: a hollow under the ball of each foot conceals a short, flat, spring-loaded dagger blade which ejects forward from beneath the toes, lending the wearer's kicks a nasty surprise.  The trigger for each blade is on the inside of the heel; clicking the heels together should be enough to eject both blades simultaneously, if desired.  Draconic runes burned into the leather ring each sole; the boots may be magical, but Keitha is not enough of a spellcaster to be inherently sure.  Though cobbled for elven feet, the boots should fit Keitha, even though they would be a size small and rather pinching around the toes.  The boots could easily fetch 120 Gold at the markets if mundane, or far more if enchanted.

• Two black barrowroot pouches packed with dried mooncap mushrooms, seared potato scallops, hard-boiled scarab eggs, slug jerky, dried bitterweed and lembas wafers...a drow elf's iron rations by any name.  The mushrooms faintly glow blue in darkness but are otherwise perfectly edible (with a slight almond taste).  As usual, the contents of one pouch can feed Keitha (or any other Medium-sized creature) for one day.  Keitha can keep the rations for her own consumption, or she can sell them off; someone with no aversions to eating drow cuisine might pay 2 Gold for each, or perhaps five times as much if they're starving or if they have a taste for the exotic.

• A round-bellied wine bottle blown from black glass, basketed in a brass weave, hung with a loop of braided gossamer and stoppered with a carved fingerbone taken from some humanoid creature.  The label is written in Undercommon, so Keitha may need a duergar or a drow to translate it, as it identifies the green, tartly aromatic liquid within as Skullport Vats' Jade Amulyrath Wine, pressed and fermented from only the finest Rulyrath water fungus.  This wine, being the Underdark's idea of a merlot or other dry red wine, is sour going down with an immensely bitter aftertaste...just the way drow elves like it.  As someone has already broken the seal and poured a glass of wine from this bottle, this wine's value is diminished but will still fetch 20 to 40 Gold in the Underdark, or up to four times as much with select buyers on the surface.  Or Keitha can instead keep the wine for herself; if she doesn't overindulge, there's enough of the green wine left to stave off her thirst for up to two days.

• A full-length, long-sleeved evoker's robe, black in hue and patterned with flames of ochre fabric around the hem and each cuff.  The collar rises well past the base of the wearer's skull and is patterned with icicles and snowflakes of white fabric instead.  If the blood is washed out and the holes from Keitha's arrows are mended well, the robe could fetch around 50 or 60 Gold; that's as near as Keitha can estimate its value, alas.  (Don't worry; the wizardess still has her undergarments.  Keitha wouldn't be cruel enough to take those too, would she?)



Soonafter, the old duergar emerged from the brush draped in drow armor.  The dark, elegant chainmail fit him poorly, loosely in some parts and constrictively in others.  But it would serve its purpose well enough; ill-fitting armor usually protects its wearer better than no armor at all.

"Some o' my cohorts feel tha' these drow should be put to death," Darmalgartr explained to Keitha.  "So bitter be their thirst for vengeance.  But if the drow ha' snatched Zauboth Ogor or others of our ain, we may be able t'trade captives for captives an' fetch them back.  An' mayhap these drow have answers for what yeh would ask, eh?"

But Darmalgartr's words were heard by more listeners than Keitha, as a leering voice gave note:  "Ask what you will and the answers shall all be the same: Doom comes for you.  To kill your lot would be an act of mercy.  All of ye shall be set with chains once more, but these chains shall be twice the sturdier and twice the heavier!  Lorthelytt shall see to that end herself!  Never shall ye see your graceless homes again, and ye shall toil for the glory of Bathellor until the muscles fall from your cracking bones!"

And then the wizardess' leer fell away, replaced with a hateful scowl as her narrowing eyes fell onto Keitha.  "And you, you water-blooded sow...for every arrow which you sunk through my skin, you shall writhe beneath my lash for an hour of each day!  Your whip-hurled blood shall paint the walls of my antechamber, and your hoarse screams and pathetic cries for mercy shall reach as far as the Demonweb Pits!  Lolth Herself shall laugh at your...."

But the entire camp fell warily silent as screams of sheer terror rose to the Northwest, too near for Keitha's comfort.  The screams were greeted with primal, bone-jarring howls bellowed by something not quite human.  And then, one scream faded into a retreating elven voice chanting panicked prayers to Lolth and her host, while the other scream fell to gurgles and stifled wails of agony beneath a coda of snapping teeth and ripped flesh.

With a cynical visage, Darmalgartr cocked his brow to the wounded fugitive.  "Be there somethin' which yeh bain't tellin' us, Ingorsent?"

With ashen face, Ingorsent gasped anxiously.  "I...I was followed...hoonded by two drow hunters.  I thought tha' I'd lost them...."

Darmalgartr bit his lip and turned to Keitha, gesturing to Ingorsent in an aside.  "An' the clod led them straight to us!  Bu' it soonds like somethin' caught them ere they caught us.  We should 'ave a swift eye of it, as I ween."

Without waiting for Keitha's approval, the jeweler snapped for his comrades to fall in line behind him.  Armed with their simple daggers and humble clubs, Grimmorth and Tagga Kynn followed Darmalgartr and Kulrath low into the brush, leaving Morrig Haun and Strakotha to tend Ingorsent's wounds and keep watch over the captives.  But for all their valor and curiosity, none of the duergar were as much a warrior as Keitha was, and she would be denied what answers she sought if they perished to the last.  Dismissing her qualms, Keitha led trusty Killian Fang and hesitant Donovon in after them.

Barely twenty paces through the brush did they come upon a clearing.  There squatted a decrepit hovel which Keitha had only glanced twice during her wanderings.  Its forester family lay long-dead from pestilence and hastily buried in shallow graves with uncut headstones, and Keitha had never dared to set foot inside the abandoned house that remained.  But here and then where she stood surveying warily through the scrub, two of those headstones lay overturned at the heads of disturbed graves which seemed to have erupted from within.

But what first she beheld was the carnage: a drow elf clad in torn umbral leathers lay in the wilting grass near a muddied watering hole, still twisting in his death throes as two corpse-monsters clad in mouldering forester clothes stooped over him, rending his armor with thick nails and sinking their protuberant teeth deeply into his yet-warm flesh, ripping away mouthfuls and swallowing them with horrid esophageal pulsings and swellings.

"...ghouls," Darmalgartr gasped.  "So tha's wha' the fool was babblin' aboot wi' that 'them' rot!  Bluidy ghouls!"

"We...we should leave...now," Donovon fearfully advised, drawing a slight guffaw of derision from the old duergar.

"We would need to flee far indeed.  Ask yuir ranger friend here: ghouls may no' have much left o' their noses, but those noses work keener'n wolves.  Soon as they finish wi' that hunter, they may catch Ingorsent's blood an' his sweat.  An' then they'll come for him an' for us."

Leaving Donovon to stew on the dilemma, Darmalgartr turned to their half-elven hostess once more.  "Well?  Ye're the ranger here, an' more of a huntress than the lot of us tahgether.  Those ghouls are between us an' Zauboth Ogor.  How do we go aboot this?"

The ranger knew her heritage well enough; elves were renowned for withstanding the paralytic touch of a ghoul's hide, standing fast where others would fall and find themselves at the meager mercy of the undead.  But Keitha was half-elven, and she had never been struck by a ghoul before.  Would her father's blood shield her from their waning touch, or was it too far diluted and no better against them than that of any human or dwarf?  Retreating and taking the longer way around the forester house may have proven to be a wiser course of action, but with a ghoul's perceptions sharp as they are, a circumventing path would need to be farther-reaching than most.  Would such a path give this dreaded Lorthelytt time to snatch Zauboth Ogor and return to the Underdark with her prize?

But if the ghouls held such prowess as hunters of living flesh, then how had Ingorsent slipped past them as badly wounded as he was?  Had they been distracted when he passed through, or was their reputation more myth than fact?



Keitha >

(OCC I will grab all of it for now, until I have a chance to go through it more thoroughly. I will give Donovan the dagger to use as an extra weapon for the moment. I also want to retrieve any of my arrows that I can, that are reusable)

Keitha quickly took in the lay of the land and weighed their options. She didn't like the idea of leaving these filthy undead undistroyed, only to have the ghouls come after them later. Also, Keitha thought it would be better to find Zauboth Ogor as quickly as possible, if she wanted to find the answers to her questions. These questions, she was afraid might be extremely important to find out.
Keitha turned to the group and spoke quickly in a quiet voice. "I don't believe it is a good idea to leave these ghouls to  possibly attack us later and from what I have heard so far it seems to me the sooner we find Zauboth Ogor, the better for him and us. We, at the moment, have a bit of an upper hand... if we work together. We can use this cover to ambush them." Keitha gestued towards the tree and then quickly glanced back at the ghouls before she continued. " Hide among the cover here. I will act as the bait and lead them into our trap, while doing as much damage as I can.  I will draw them  in between this tree," she gestured to the tree nearest to her and the pointed to the tree nearest to Killian, " and this tree. You can come in from behind and on the sides once they are past. Try not to let them touch or bite you, as you may already know, it can cause paralysis. Are you willing?"
As she spoke she readied her bow and arrow. She also put the a flask of alchemist's fire where she could easily reach it without having to dig for it.

(OCC Assuming they are willing to go with her plan. She will have Killian hide and wait near the tree he is by, along with Donovan. Once the the group is mainly in place she will make her way closer toward the boulders to use as cover to shoot from if possible.  If the ghouls spot her and start to advance before hand. she will attempt to shot both if possible with her bow before retreated and drawing them towards the trap. If they get to a distance where she is within the trap and they are fairly close, she will stow her bow and draw her scimitars.)  

Darmalgartr looked to his cohorts for concord.  Silently, the duergar nodded their consent, and the eldest faced Keitha in agreement.  "Aye.  Let us do that.  Kulrath and I shall flank this passage an' catch the ghouls between us when yeh rush through wi' them on yuir heels; the rest shall circle behind the ghouls an' block their retreat.  We shall keep an eye oot if yuir plan goes awry.  Now let us get to it an' put these wretches back into the dirt!"



Killian Fang settled deeper into the brush, his furry nape bristling with anxiety as his friend crept low through the high grass.  With one fragile flask of alchemist's fire tucked beneath her belt from which she could effortlessly fling it after giving the flask a brisk shaking, Keitha's arrow was already nocked and leveled at her quarry by the time she leaned against the larger of the two boulders, stilling her breath for the shot.  And the eaters of the dead continued to bicker with each other in low, croaking tones, heedlessly arguing over who should get to devour the elf's liver as the ranger loosed her arrow and let it fly.



The moment Keitha released her bowstring, her target grew incensed with his mate, tossing his sundered, fleshy snack aside and raising his arms in exasperation.  So rather than biting into the ghoul's head as Keitha had intended, the arrow instead sank into the bicep which had inadvertently risen to block it.  With a start and a turn, the ghoul hissed at the wound while his broodmate sniffed the air, bearing his ashen countenance in Keitha's direction.  It would not be long before the ghouls were upon her.  With her next arrow already nocked and drawn on a taut bowstring, Keitha faced a decision: stand her ground for a few seconds more and sink another feathered messenger of harm into that same ghoul, or retreat to the bushes and trees where her own allies lay in wait.



Keitha (Init 15) >
Ghouls (Init 7) > Charge Keitha and close for the counterattack

Keitha hissed in frustration as her arrow missed her mark. Without hesitating she readied her next arrow as quickly as possible and took aim. Keitha sent her next arrow flying towards it mark. She didn't even wait to see if this one hit it's mark but simply turned and ran to the place between the trees that would hopefully draw them into the ambush waiting. As she ran she readied her next arrow.  When she reached her mark she turned around and took aim and fired her next arrow.
(OCC after she fires the last arrow she is going to grab her swords and prepare for close combat as long as they continue to come towards her. If they alter their course and she can get another shot with the arrows off she will do that instead)

Another hiss pierced the verdant-scented breeze as another brown-fletched arrow left Keitha's bow, darting through the expanse to bite the tissues joining the ghoul's lower ribs.  With only scant heed to its wounds, the carrion-eater nimbly bounded and capered over the boulder in a circling path.  "Ah, fresh meat!" he cackled mockingly on seeing Keitha's swift retreat.  "Run and flee, woman!  Heated blood makes a flavorful feast!"

More impatient than his cohort, the second ghoul abruptly dropped his dark-skinned morsel and leaped into a covetous sprint.  But for all the ghoul's haste, his would-be prey had already shouldered her shortbow well before he could close the distance, and Keitha turned to greet his chase with blades crossed between them.  Only in that moment did the reckless ghoul recognize the teeth of the ambush into which he had blundered, and from both sides did the dwarf-wielded daggers — with a sole rapier borne in Darmalgartr's sinewy hand — close on him.

The ghouls had eaten enough flesh for the day.  It would be a fitting rebuttal for those steel teeth to sample their fetid flesh in turn.






Keitha (Initiative 22) >  
(...of all the times to roll a Natural 20...)
Duergar 1, 2 and 3 (Initiative 19) > Circling behind the ghouls and closing on Ghoul 1, attacking with daggers if in melee range
Killian Fang (Initiative 16) > Attacking Ghoul 2 with tooth and claw
Donovon (Initiative 11) > Attacking Ghoul 2 with his dagger
Ghouls 1 and 2 (Initiative 10) > Moving to attack Keitha with tooth and claw
Darmalgartr (Initiative 10) > Attacking Ghoul 2 with his rapier

Occ I will use a blade and daggar to attack nearest ghoul. Try not to get between them. Also I don't remember how my spells work. Like can I do magic fang on ghouls direct or do I cast it on Killian to up his attacks?

Salivating in reeking, yellow rivulets spilling forth from between his rot-browned teeth, the ghoul reared back to swat Keitha with his clawed hand.  But the ranger was far swifter; in two seamless motions, her yew bow returned to its baldric across her back, and her arms whipped upward with flashes of naked steel in the waning light.  Black gore tumbled from a new split among the rolling contours of his ribs, and Keitha yanked her dagger from its momentary sheath in the ghoul's underarm, a wound which spat further fouled ichor with the dagger's barely audible plick.

Before the ghoul could display his alarm at the painless yet unnerving wounds in his pallid skin and sinew, the sleek and tufted form of Killian Fang burst from the undergrowth and leaped mightily to his master's aid.


Clamping down onto the ghoul's nape with bone-cracking force, the wolf's frame twisted in its length and brought the ghoul down to Keitha's deer-shod feet.  Yet before the two could strike the earth, a sickening crack pealed from the ghoul's cervical vertebrae, and his withered body twitched impotently as Killian gagged into the grass from the depths of his lungs, his lupine sense of taste finding grievous fault with the flavor of the creature's fetid flesh.

The ghoul's partner had no time to acknowledge the loss as the dwarves briskly circled around him and converged, their blades lunging and swinging to assail him from all sides.


Though the steely fangs struck from many striking avenues, their target proved to be more elusive than the dwarves had expected, twisting out of one dagger's path and buffeting another blade aside with the leathery heel of his hand.  The third dagger and its fire-haired wielder enjoyed a moment of success as they attacked more truly, but Tagga Kynn's elation with the stroke was all too fleeting.  She had surely stabbed the wretch between his ribs and into the thick of his lung, but neither blood nor hissing wind burst forth as she yanked her dagger free, reminding Tagga Kynn that her foe did not bleed, breathe nor live.

But he most certainly could bite, rend, kill and devour the weak, the luckless and the unwary.  And stayed from Keitha for the moment, the ghoul promptly found another suitable living body to sate his ghastly hunger.


A wet, suffering howl leapt from the old duergar's tongue, spurred by the ghoul's forceful lunge shoving him back and sinking those crooked teeth into the unarmored meat of Darmalgartr's trapezius.  But a lifetime of toil in the merciless mines of the Underdark had left the gray dwarf a hardened and resilient man despite his age, and he would not yield to this awful wound.  The ghoul parted his maw and released the dwarf's flesh for a second bite, a bite which Darmalgartr hoped to deny with a driving thrust of his hard-won foil.


Half the length of the old slave's rapier darted low and sunk through the ghoul's hamstrings.  The ghoul was not daunted despite his wounds, nor did he show the least trace of fear as the skirmish turned against him and left him standing alone against a throng of living foes.  He had already died once.  He was not afraid to die again.

And at such a point as this, he surely would.




Keitha (Init 22):
Duergar 1, 2 and 3 (Init 18): Dagger attacks on Ghoul 1
Donovon (Init 11): Dagger attack on Ghoul 1
Killian Fang (Init 10): Move around to behind Ghoul 1 and bite if able
Ghoul 1 (Init 8): Claw and bite attacks on Darmalgartr
Darmalgartr (Init 7): Rapier attack on Ghoul 1

So tragically, as we all should know too well by now, our great friend and a pillar of our merry band — GoldenDrakon — was taken from us far too soon last September.  

While this has left a tremendous and terrible hole in all our lives — a hole which we shan't soon forget — one of the lesser consequences of that grievous loss is the permanent suspension of one of our Gametable Nights adventures, "The Bountiful Burrows of Braddenlock," a side quest on which two of our adventurers — Karnoz Tellen (played by GoldenDrakon) and Keitha Ainsley (played by Jazman) — embarked together, with the contingency that Karnoz and Keitha would receive their share of the spoilers from Braddenlock on the completions of their prologue/Chapter Zero chapters in the overarching "Fall and Rise of the House of Ainsley" campaign.

The Braddenlock adventure ran into an indefinite stall once our Gametable clients stopped linking together for some unknown reason, but with GD's passing, that duration has moved from "indefinite" to "permanent" or "eternal".  So I've made the decision to scuttle the original condition and retroactively award the accumulated spoils from Braddenlock to Keitha now.  We can just say that Keitha had them all along and simply forgot to use them.  How does that sound, Jazman?



And so, Keitha's new-yet-old loot goodies from the Bountiful Burrows:

• A Quiver of Ehlonna
Thanks to dimensional-warping enchantments, this modestly decorated deerskin quiver is far more spacious within than it is without.  It is divided into three pockets or compartments; the first — and smallest — compartment in the quiver's maw can hold as many as 60 arrows, crossbow bolts or other objects of roughly the same size and dimensions as an arrow.  The second compartment, notably larger, can stow up to 18 objects roughly the size of a javelin.  And the largest compartment — a long pouch running the length of the quiver, on the side which rests against the wearer's back — can hold as many as six longbows or other objects of roughly equal size (ie. quarterstaffs, hunting spears and such).

Furthermore, the Quiver of Ehlonna comes with a sorting enchantment as well; with but a brief command, the quiver will put forth whichever stowed item or items the bearer demands.  As an example, if the bearer has stowed 20 ordinary arrows, 5 Arrows +2/+5 versus Goblins, and 8 Fireburst Arrows in the Quiver of Ehlonna, then later encounters a trio of trolls, the wearer may call for the Fireburst Arrows (the better to exploit the trolls' vulnerability to Fire damage), and the Quiver will promptly produce the Fireburst Arrows from its extradimensional pocket, placing them in the mouth of the quiver for ready access and easier plucking and nocking.

• 16 Arrows of Chaos (found inside the Quiver of Ehlonna)
These orcish arrows have been infused with the powers of Chaos magic, dealing an additional 2d6 Negative Energy damage against any Lawful-aligned creatures struck by them.  As with most arrows, these crudely crafted arrows of elmwood and brittle tin are very likely to be lost or destroyed once loosed.

• 2 Javelins +3 (found inside the Quiver of Ehlonna)
Thrice-infused with druidic Enhancements, these ash-shafted javelins benefit from +3 bonuses to Attack and to Damage; the bonus damage is considered to be Piercing.  So long as the javelins are not somehow lost or destroyed in their attacks, they may be recovered, wielded and hurled again.

• 4 flasks of Holy Water
Consecrated to the halflings' harvest goddess Yondalla, the holy water in these green copperglass vials is baneful against devils, demons and the undead.

• A Potion of Wisdom
This amber-colored concoction will augment the imbiber's Wisdom by 2 to 5 (1d4 +1) points for three hours.

• A Potion of Hiding
A boon for rangers like Keitha, drinking the contents of this tin flask will confer mystic powers of camouflage, lending a +10 bonus to all Hide checks for one hour.

• A Potion of Spider Climb
For ten minutes after downing this milky white and sour-tasting liquid, the imbiber may, at standard movement speeds, climb sheer vertical surfaces and may even clamber across ceilings and other inverted surfaces, regardless of any handholds and footholds (or the lack thereof).  As the Spider Climb magicks require skin-to-surface contact, the imbiber's hands and feet must all be bare in order for the potion to work.  But the adhesive bonds so formed are so unyielding that only the strongest of creatures (with Strength scores of 21 or higher) can pull the climber off the surface to which he or she adheres.

• A Scroll of Water Breathing
As per the Third Level Arcane spell, reading this scroll aloud — and touching one or more creatures immediately afterwards — will confer in those creatures the temporary power to breathe water without drowning or otherwise asphyxiating.  As Keitha is neither wizard, sorcerer nor any other Class versed in wielding Arcane magic, this scroll will be of no use to her, but perhaps she can find someone who is a talented magician and arrange a purchase or a trade.

• One lozenge-cut garnet (worth around 60 Gold Pieces in value)

• 35 Platinum Pieces
• 3 Gold Pieces
• 18 Silver Pieces
• 117 Copper Pieces

Keitha also receives 1,500 Experience points for her efforts in the Bountiful Burrows of Braddenlock, placing her very close to her next Level.  I'll update the Party thread accordingly.

And it seems that I may owe Keitha other rewards from our other Gametable Nights adventure, "The Tinstone Warrens".  I'll look into that tomorrow.

Let the adventure progress!