Chapter 2: Local Heroes

You follow a short hallway to a room that contains several ancient torture implements, though their function and style seem strange and archaic.

In one corner sits a spherical cage with spikes protruding inward from its iron bars. In another stands what appears to be a star-shaped wooden frame, its surface studded with hooks. A long table covered with leather straps and a number of cranks designed to rotate and swivel sits at the center of the room.

A door leads further to the east.

The door opens with a creak to a stairwell leading down into the dark. Once the door opens you can all hear the strange shuffling sounds.

The stairwell lead down into a strangely cold chamber with an arched ceiling that reaches at least twenty feet high. The floor contains eleven wooden lids strewn haphazardly over eleven five-foot-wide pits in the ground. You realize these pits are the source of the shuffling.

Fromt the darkness you hear a strange high pitched voice. "What is this. Have Koruvus received visitors?" Then the source of the voice steps into the light. A grotesquely mutated goblin with three arms. Red liquid that could very well be blood runs down his chin, from his mouth when he talks.