They left the room at once, aware of that the almighty noise the rat was making would have echoed around the entire dungeon and probably neighbouring ones too. From where they were there was only one other passage, it was made of old stone, and sloped downwards at quite an incline. There were the faint memories of rails underfoot, clearly this had been an old mine shaft, perhaps one of Welledge's. As the descended the tunnel narrowed and began to heat up considerably. There was a low hum resonating from below, in the distance a flickering light shone, taunting them, the humming grew, further down they went, greater the light became, louder sang the humming.
Tiki was the first one into the room below, the humming was now a roaring, the roaring of fire and some unknown tongue which reverberated the room. The room was made of the same damp cobblestone as the passage; the floor was mostly soil and crumbled rock. "Over there!" Exclaimed Tiki, the others were just entering, off to one side laid and archway in the wall, through it great shadows of flames were dancing on the walls, and something else, something else was moving in there.
Sador crept forward, silently, moving ever closer, reaching the archway he peered through. Then he stood, trembling. "What do you see?" Whispered Tiki. Sador turned, slowly, standing central in the archway. His face, white and aghast, told them all they needed to know. Run. Sador started forward; as he took the first step a great jet of fire sprayed from the archway and covered his back, sending him crashing to the floor in a ball of flames. Tiki and The Captain rushed forwards, flying into the archway. Nothing could've prepared them for what awaited.
Ten feet high flames danced high in the middle of the room, they shimmered, they were the colour of blood freshly drawn - atop the flames was the girl. She floated above them, her arms and legs dangling downwards, back rigid, blood pouring from her wrists and ankles, making the flames lick at her ever more. Across the walls were ancient symbols and runes of forgotten languages, but one symbol shone through, one that they all knew; the symbol of Imix, the archomental prince of fire known as a cult symbol of tyranny. They didn't have much time to take it all in before they were sprung upon. Two fire beetles, each the size of a large ox danced in front of them, spitting fire towards them. They dodged, ducking under the sprays and trying to see a way to get to the beetles. The first one to get a clear shot was Tiki, his sword cut up below the beetle's body and plunged into its underbelly, then he made a grab for a claw, trying to tear it off - he cried out as it burned his skin at first contact, pulling out his sword he rolled backwards and made for another charge. Nearby The Captain was stringing arrows and firing them, two, three at a time, yet they couldn't pierce the beetles shell. Another jet of fire sprayed from its mouth, he ducked under and drew his sword, stringing it in his bow. Another jet came, this time he dashed left and let the sword free, it flew through the air the grace of a brick, but, it pierced the shell. The Captain was hot on its tail, springing into the air and grabbing its hilt, tearing the sword out through the beetle's face. It crashed to the ground, a hot orange liquid flowing from its freshly torn face.
But it wasn't over, The Captain turned to find the other beetle pinning Tiki to the floor, its pincers ready to close on his head, he made to charge but as he did a great serpent flew through the air and coiled around the beetle. It fell back, rolling, flaming liquid squirting in all directions as its life was crushed out. He looked to the archway; Sador was stood there, still smoking. The attention came back to the beetle, its last clutches at life failed. The room began to shake, the walls crumbled, the flames dropped to the floor - as did the girl.
She flew to the floor at great speed, The Captain saw it coming first, diving arms stretched to catch her, just making it. The archway crumbled behind them and shattered to the floor, the lights went out. "Quickly! Down there!" Yelled Tiki over the shattering rock. He was referring to the faint blue light across the room. They ran, stumbling over rock, just clearing the room before it entirely caved in.
This room was still. It was stale. It was glowing. The entire room was shrouded in a neon blue light. A desk sat to one edge, and at it, a person - hooded, back to them. "You there." Called The Captain, "We're armed, help us." The figure rose, and turned to face them; it was a man, a very old man. "His eyes..." Mumbled Sador. He had a point, the man's eyes were purely white, there were no pupils, no corneas, nothing; yet they could feel his gaze penetrating them. "Hello there! You must be new here!" The man said with a joyous expression, "Come, let's eat!"
"Look, I don't know what you're playing at but-"
The man clicked his fingers and tables spring up around him, laden with finer foods than any of them had ever seen. "You're a wizard aren't you." shouted Tiki, in a half angered half terrified tone. "Wizard? How do you like my flowers?" He replied.
"Whatever game you're trying to play can stop now. We have an injured girl, help us."
She was growing ever paler by the second; she was unconscious and probably had been for several hours. "I have red flowers, and blue, and yellow and -" He was interrupted by Tiki throwing the food from the table and laying the girl upon it. The wizard looked down on her. "Oh what a terrible shame, such a sweet thing, I remember when they brought her to me, so scared. She didn't like my flowers." He ran his hand over her face, muttering silently to himself. Her wrists began to seal, the colour of her skin reddened. "I've got some purple flowers somewhere." Then man chuckled to himself. He turned to walk over to the desk, but was stopped by Tiki's sword, "What do you mean, when they brought her to you?"
"Oh my child, I wouldn't do that if I were you."
"I'll say again, what do you mean, when they brought her to you?"
"Those ten foot flames don't light themselves you know!" The wizard snorted. That was too much, Tiki growled and in one swift movement made to bring the sword crashing down on the wizards skull, it stopped dead, less than a millimetre from his head. His eyes had gone blood read, his skin was shimmering. "I warned you." A booming voice bounced from the walls, the room began to pulsate, to spin, lights shone from all directions, the floor began to collapse away, they were falling, falling, falling...
They were in Welledge. "We've been teleported." Stated The Captain whilst Sador threw up. A door opened across from them, "JULA!." A woman came dashing out from the doorway, the woman from a few nights passed, now clad in proper attire, "You're alive! Oh my!" She clutched at the girl, still unconscious. "Thank you, thank you, everything, thank you!" The woman went on thanking them for quite some time before asking them to carry her daughter inside. Once there she addressed them properly, "My good sirs, I am princess Ela of the Westersphere, I was travelling through Easthaven when my cart broke and I was forced to stay here. Thank you ever so much for this, I could never repay you for what you have done. However, in the hope that you might do the same good as you have for me for others, I shall give you money, a house, and servants alike, I shall bestow upon you that which you need to help others as you have me. Is there anything else that I can do? Anything at all?" Sensing the riches in the air, and an opportunity that would perhaps never present itself again, Tiki stepped forwards, "Your daughter, I wonder, might I offer her my hand in marriage?" The princess' face went from that of joy and elation to one of panic and disgust at the half orc monstrosity asking after her daughter. She stepped back and out of the room, and was quickly replaced by a giant dragonborn clad in gleaming armour, his hand clasping his war hammer. Suffice to say they left with great haste.
That's the end of the first DnD adventure, slightly condensed and altered. Adventure two will go live soon, and remember, I'm not the best writer, it's a work in progress, I do apologise.