As we made ready to head below the city we secured our monster truck and I set Zarathos on guard along with my two remaining Skeletons, having lost the other six to the fire in the Blue Oyster Bar. I ordered the Skeletons to wait half an our before entering the treasure room, strangling Bethany and hanging her from the ceiling, and returning to guard duty.
We made our way back to the fighting areas, to the back rooms where goblins would chuck the dead down the chute into the darkness where even rats feared to venture, which is odd, because the corpses would provide a lot of food for rats.
We pushed our way to the chute and Goldenfang hurled one of the goblins down the shaft, waiting for the confirmation that it wasn’t bottomless. Once we were sure it lead somewhere we made the conscious decision to descend the chute ourselves. Once we reached the bottom we could see a wide expansive plateau of corpses in the pitch black. Although we soon realised we were not alone.
We were approached by the indigenous tribe of Goblins in roughly cobbled together hazmat suits and dark goggles. They seemed confused as to what the living were doing here, which I took offence to. We requested to see their chieftain for information and directions to something they described in fear as the dark place.
We reached their little village and were offered food, and by food I mean corpses. They also had some mortally wounded but living gladiators so I indulged a little. We introduced ourselves and requested help reaching the dark place they seemed afraid of, we noted that some of the rotund underground goblin king’s guards were wearing armour that was reminiscent of my own, Drow-esque. The King brought out his Shaman who invited us to partake in what I assume was a potent hallucinogenic and vision journey… although we couldn’t see anything as the entire thing seemed to take place in a magical darkness.
Afterwards the Shaman looked shaken but impressed we hadn’t been driven mad, so he led us to the edge of their territory and pointed us onward. Eventually we found ourselves crossing a rickety rope bridge through some unnatural winds until we reached a tower. Inside the tower were some magical stairs which were in some way enchanted by a Wizard with more time than sense, and some magical circle had to be leapt through instead.
We found an Office which seemed to belong to Karakas as it was identical to the one in the Ogre den, including the desk and the desk’s secret drawer contained Benny’s spellbook which he seemed pleased about. We looted the place, Mekk set up a trap, and we took the magical circle up to the main floor which was a place of business, an office for a Meat Packing Warehouse. We left, went back to our truck where Goldenfang found Bethany, grieved for about thirty seconds and then vanished on a bender.
We returned to the Meat Packing Office and with Zarathos keeping watch outside we went in, teleported downstairs and laid in wait to ambush someone. However Zarathos informed me that two men entered the office, and quickly left, and the office was now on fire. I teleported up into the raging inferno and summoned forth about thirty gallons of water, which seemed to do the job of putting out the fire, but Gaze must have realised we’d found the place so it wouldn’t be useful to us any longer.
We got ready for our gig for Punk Troll, and Sandman went out to find Goldenfang, as we began to play Sandman managed to push out Goldenfang onto the stage. He proceeded to mostly flail, cry, belch fire and vomit… It was only slightly worse than normal to be honest. None of us expected him to take the loss of the kidnapped prisoner formally brainwashed cultist whom he had met and proceeded to leash yesterday quite this personally; we played on regardless and the fans seemed to enjoy it.