The adventurers holed up in the safety of their purged Dwarf temple and used it as a base of operations for incursions against the orc tribes with great success. They found that they were able to launch assaults from their base and fall back to it in order to rest and find healing. As time went on, they realized that their bodies are able to mend at twice the normal rate so long as they are in the temple proper.
On their first foray from the restored temple, they met a well-dressed man of noble bearing with a bright shock of red hair. He said that their trifling about in the dark has attracted his attention. He said further that if they continue to grow in power and influence he may well have a use for them. As a token of his sincerity, he gave them both a gift and a riddle.
“A long time ago, the men of this plane had a saying, which I repeat to you. One man’s treasure is another man’s gold… or should I have said orc?”
The riddle meant nothing to them, but using the gift, the adventurers discover they have the limited ability to slow all time to a crawl, but have only limited effect on their environment. Still they managed to ambush an ambush and thereby rout an orc horde’s stronghold, slay an orc shaman, and even surprise a duo of sundered dwarves who were apparently trafficking with the horde in some fashion.
Quote of the Day: “We go through this entire dungeon and never once find a door… until we use the magic item which makes us unable to open one.”
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