Into the Lair of the Beast.pdf
But was this a part of the dungeon they were looking for? Edwin had been and fought inside
more than one, but had never seen something quite like this – the rooms and corridors dug by the
diminutive workers of the Underlords had been straight and square, and although their minions
were abominable, the structures inside might as well have been built by humans – pig farms and
taverns, dormitories and training rooms. Even the blood-filled halls in which their cultists
performed their unholy rituals still followed some degree of conventional architecture.
This passage, on the other hand, had nothing of this. It clearly was not man-made, and it also
defied the style Edwin had seen in the fortress-like homes of the Underlords. As his mind was still
racing to find an answer as to who or what was behind this place, the rest of his group had
positioned behind him.
»By Kira, what is . . . this?!«, Hanna gasped, whatever determination her prayers had built
up in her rapidly draining from her face.
»Cer'ainly doesn't loo' nice.«, Warrick answered before letting out a burp that would have
made a chunder proud. Unlike the priestess, he did not appear overly terrified, but clearly enough
was not pleased by what he saw.
Edwin shared this sentiment, and a good part of him screamed that he should go back to the
surface and return with reinforcements. Yet at the same time, his task down here was to find a
dungeon, and as disturbing as the area in front of him looked like, he also was almost certain that
this was no ordinary part of a dungeon. It simply did not fit.
He quickly turned to the miner of the group: »Master Gamlick, you have spent the better
part of your lifetime underground. Do you think there's a natural explanation for the … unusual …
shape of this tunnel?«
The dwarf nervously shifted his weight from one foot to another. »Well, if ye consider the
red light and the smell of sulfur.....«
»Well, it's probably some kind of volcanic rock, or so me old pop would've said. Both the
light an' the smell probably come from a nearby magma vent. As does the heat.«
Edwin suddenly noticed that the dwarf was right. The sulfuric stench had temporarily
overpowered his other senses, but the wet, cold air of the caverns they had passed through became
warmer and drier with every step he took towards the spiked tunnel. The walls themselves seemed
to sweat where the two different sections met.
»So, you do think this is a naturally made path?«
»Uhh....I dunno. I mean, it could be, but then again I've never...«
The templar did not allow him to finish the sentence. »Fair enough. We will carry on, then.«
He knew that Gamlick had no bloody idea of how a dungeon looked like because he had never been