After capturing the dark elves and finding ourselves safely back with our friend the shroom addict, we rested again. We still hadn’t decided what to do with the elves, when Farnahm started getting worried about Rock and Andrei. We hadn’t seen them in nearly two days, so we went looking for them, and ultimately left the prisoners with the crazy guy. Surely THAT won’t bite us in the ass.
Anyway, I followed the moose’s trail to one of the dwarf tunnels. I should probably mention that this moose is a baby, and not much bigger than Rock. I carefully crawled in looking for more sign of our friends, when I heard the kid talking to his pets, his voice echoing through the floor of the tunnel. I backed out and we looked for a route to that area, eventually finding what looked like a tavern or something. In the kitchen was a fireplace, and we could hear Rock beyond. After establishing communication, we busted through the fireplace and were reunited with him. Rock informed us that Andrei had left for town on personal business, and that he had gone exploring on his own. I really can’t tell if this kid is brilliant but eccentric and naïve, stupid but lucky, playing us, or some kind of idiot savant.
We continued exploring until we ran into another group of elves. The elves retreated when Merlynn used his magic to create a wall of fog to obscure us. I followed to see where they went, not wanting them to circle around and flank us. They kept up a fighting retreat while shooting at us with those sleep bolts. I took one in the shoulder but fought off the drowsiness easily, as my blood was up. It seemed fairly obvious that they were leading us into some kind of trap, but I couldn’t help following them. I’m starting to think I am no longer capable of letting someone go in order to play it safe. First the tavern, then Jakhole, now these guys. Sure enough, when we got to a narrow passage, we found it blocked with a huge elf. I don’t mean he was buff for an elf, I mean he towered over us and filled the passage. Had to be some kind of magic, because he sure didn’t look that big when we first spotted him. I pulled out my captured short sword, not wanting to give in to my bloodlust again, but unwilling to let my friends get hurt either. I held the passage while the moose came up beside me and the mages blasted the elf from a distance. Between the spells and the moose, the guy didn’t last too long, and I couldn’t keep myself from ensuring he was dead by stabbing him in the throat. I grabbed his now-normal sized corpse and drug him back to a safer area so we could search his remains for any information or valuables. While the rest of the party was doing that, I was startled by Lux sharply calling my name and telling me to “knock it off!”. It seems I had unconsciously licked some of the blood off my sword. I really need to get myself under control. The darkness keeps growing, and I find myself drawn to it. I don’t know what I’m going to do.