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Lair of the Basilisk

Basilisk3Dorengar saw the sliver of a crack in the dungeon wall, a sliver that usually meant one thing: a secret door. He stopped and started to feel the wall around the crack, looking for the switch, button, or lever that would spring the latch. The halfling noticed the dwarf’s inspection and joined him, Liligar’s nimble fingers expertly moving over the stone surface. In two rounds, the adventurers were rewarded: Dorengar pressed the right stones in the right combination and heard a slight click. The wall moved out slightly, outlining the previously hidden door.

The thief slid his dagger into the now-open space, using his weapon to pry the door farther open. Behind the door was a well-groomed passage large enough to accommodate any well-equipped party. The thief looked down the passage, letting his infravision scan for heat sources; finding none, Liligar drew his short sword and headed into the passage. Behind him, he could hear the clinking of armor as the rest of the party prepared to join him. Liligar moved forward, senses alerted to danger.

He walked about fifteen paces when the tunnel turned slightly to the left and sharply downward. Regripping his blade, the inquisitive halfling continued down the stony hall, hearing nothing but his own footsteps and the occasional curses of the trailing fighters. Liligar came to a stop as he went around the bend in the tunnel. The passageway ended abruptly, a stone wall ending the progress. However, the thief was not alarmed; it was his experience that secret passages seldom went nowhere. Walking up to the stone, the halfling again pressed his well-trained fingers the rock, looking once again for a bump or knob that would spring the wall.

As he was searching, the rest of the party closed the distance and soon joined Liligar. The barbarian and the dwarf began to examine the stone as well, poking and prodding crevasses and niches. This time Imlari found the clasp, his barbarian dexterity skillfully manipulating the intricate mechanism. The stone wall slid aside, revealing another unlit cavern. The barbarian and the halfling gave each other a quick glance, nodded, and headed into the room.

Imlari’s longer legs carried him into the room first, and those same strides brought him face to face with the waiting basilisk. The basilisk had designed the downward slope of the cave to limit party member’s mobility, armored characters have a difficult time stopping their forward momentum. Even though the barbarian only wore his leather armor, he could not stop his rash, headlong charge. Imlari got one look at the bloodshot, reptilian eyes before he was turned to stone, his look of terror set forever in living rock.

The thief was equally as unlucky. Although he generated less momentum than the barbarian, he still found himself stumbling on the downward slope. He saw the barbarian freeze in his tracks; he also noticed that the barbarian’s skin was starting to change color. But the quick-witted thief was not quick-witted enough on this occasion; while trying to regain his footing, Liligar looked in the direction of Slizz’lith and found the basilisk’s malevolent stare. The halfling gave out one cry before he, like the barbarian before him, was turned to stone.

Slizz’lith then played another of her tricks, pulling a rope that she had long before tied to several barrels of oil that she received as tribute from some goblins in the area. The barrels were placed in niches above the entrance to the cave, hidden from the view of any who would use the trap masquerading as a secret passage. The barrels fell from their perches, covering the remaining party members, the floors, and the walls with a slippery, slimy film. The cleric and the half-orc both failed their dexterity checks and began to stumble down the slope, struggling to find footing. Karyn grabbed at the assassin, hoping to slow her fall. But all she succeeded in doing was throwing Drogan even more off balance; both adventurers fell in a heap, rolling and sliding into the area of the basilisk’s gaze; their intertwined bodies slowly merging into one mass of emotive rock.

The paladin fared no better; the combination of Rodericke’s heavy armor and the slippery oil caused the paladin to quickly lose his footing, and he began rolling down the slope. As he rolled, he knocked the druid and the dwarf off of their feet. A rolling ball of human and dwarf spun down the incline; Dorengar cursed as the much larger druid fell on top of him, and the paladin murmured a prayer to St. Cuthbert. But all the cursing and praying stopped suddenly as the three party members joined their companions in a state of geologic transformation.

The ranger and the magic-user had seen enough. With careful, almost mincing, steps, Jindar and Treilor headed back into the secret passage, the remaining moving party members leaving their companions behind, secure in knowing that their bodies weren’t going anywhere. It was a long walk out of the cave complex, and an even farther walk back to the Keep, but somewhere out there was another cleric who could caststone to flesh.

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      Lair of the Basilisk

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Oil spill down the hill leads to the kill
Slipping and sliding against our will
Planned our attack despite what we lacked
Imlari planned to jump on its back

Here in the Vale of the Basilisk
Deep in the lair of the Basilisk
We've come to kill the Basilisk
We've come to kill the Basilisk

Random chance ends this halfling's romance
Geologic stiffening happening in his pants

Here in the Vale of the Basilisk
Deep in the lair of the Basilisk
We've come to kill the Basilisk
We've come to kill the Basilisk

Barbarian led the way into the fray
Turned to stone ended his day

Here in the Vale of the Basilisk
Deep in the lair of the Basilisk
We're trying to kill the Basilisk
We're trying to kill the Basilisk

Assassin's dexterity and his mental clarity
Were no match for the basilisk's masonry
Cleric's blundering and feet stumbling
In a hundred years she will be crumbling

Here in the Vale of the Basilisk
Deep in the lair of the Basilisk
We got killed by the Basilisk
We got killed by the Basilisk