Leaving Hermes behind to watch over Zarn’s unconscious body the party walked into the dark hallway. At the end of this hallway was a small bedroom with a very macabre .
Stepping inside the bedroom the party found a bed, a desk with scrolls on it and a bookshelf full of books. Inspecting the bookshelf further Zarn noticed that the books appeared to be part of a larger collection of dark arcane books. Some of the tomes seemed to be missing though and based on the dust from the others it looks like it was relatively recent. Perion and Griffo checked out the desk with the scrolls, which they could not read as they were in draconic. Seeing nothing else in the room the party decided that it was time to leave, they considered resting in the room so that Zarn would be able to get out the cave on his own strength. But this discussion was interrupted when Perion screamed out in pain and a small flying devilish figured appeared, its tail pumping posion into Perion.
The party sprung into action as two more figures appeared and attacked. Mort rushed to the front line to take the heat, Perion hacked and wheezed as the posion took hold but was able to bite back with some stabbing words himself. Griffo and Abderus let lose a volley of hurt quickly bringing down one of the imps. But it had seemed that the other two had taken noticed of Griffo and started focusing their fire on the spiky halfling. Even his halfling luck was not working, and his left arm hurt where the skull bracers were attached…it seemed like these bracers were fumbling his attacked. But in the heat of the battle Griffo did not notice and instead was focusing on staying alive. The imps onslaught kept up though and soon Griffo passed out from the pain…the posion still leaching his lifeforce away. Mort, Abderus, and Perion redoubled their efforts and were able to bloody an imp cause it to disappear. They did not count on it appearing right over Griffo. The imp smiled wickedly and sliced open Griffo’s neck…cause him to bleed out. The rest of the party looked on in horror as Griffo died, nothing they could have done would have saved him. Seeing how deadly these imps were the party began to fear that they may not survive. They threw everything they had into the battle leaving no quarter. The two remaining imps were not able to stand up to the fury of a party morning the death of their fallen companion. The party had won, but at a terrible cost….nothing would bring Griffo back.
Knowing that it would be too dangerous to carry out both Zarn and poor Griffo the party rested for an extended period of time…Perion saying some words of prayer to Corellon to help preserve his body until a proper burial could be arranged. Once rested and telling Zarn the terrible news the party started the trek back to Silvermont. Going through the Kobold cavern the party encountered a rockslide that had covered up half of the lair…forcing the party to go through an unexplored area. Soon they came to a hallway with many slots bored into the hallway with a heavy iron door on the end of it. Abderus suspected that this was some sort of heavily trapped halway but was not able to disable it at all. Mort decided the best thing to do would trigger himself and he ran across the hallway, trigger pressure plates along the way. Poisonous arrows shot of the hallway at the party with great effect. Even the door seemed to be trapped. Acknowledging that this would be a room they may die trying to get into it the party decided to abandon this folly and continued to the outside of the kobold cave. Once they got back to the entrance way the honored Griffo’s which to collapse the cave. So throwing in three alchemist’s fires into supporting columns bringing them down. No one else would be gaining entry that way for a long time.
After an uneventful and somber journey back they arrived in Silvermont. The guards hailed them them and brought up a great applause of joy. Which was quickly silenced when they saw the lifeless body of Griffo over Abderus’s shoulder. It seems that this victory was not without cost, a dear friend and valient hero had paid the ultimate price for Silvermont’s safety. A funeral would be arranged.
At the funeral each member of the party spoke a few words about Griffo, laughed about his brashness, applauded his bravery and boldness in battle, giving a fitting farewell speech. Some of the townsfolk how had relied on Griffo over the past few years to deliver their messages also chimed in with their own stories. He always had a joke to tell and no one could beat him at a game of chance, though they swear he never cheated. It seemed that Avandra had decided that his luck was up.
After the funeral the party headed to the Blue Boar Tavern for a Wake put on by the merchant, all drinks were on the house tonight.