- Markshire PCs:
Port finally showed up, after the battle was over, carpinâ€™ and goinâ€™ on â€˜bout how come we ainâ€™t found the hole yet. Ya see, heâ€™d stayed at Faithâ€™s house, flittinâ€™ about like a flutterby, helpinâ€™ her with the dishes.
I knows folks calls â€˜em butterflies but I donâ€™t know why, cause they ainâ€™t got a thing ta do with butter. But they does flit and flutter â€˜round ya. . . just like Port. So I calls â€˜em flutterbyâ€™s.
Anyways, we poked around a bit and finally found the hole down to the cavern in one oâ€™ the goblinâ€™s huts. Weâ€™d been in the hut before but missed seeinâ€™ it cause the goblins had covered it up with a funny lookinâ€™ yellow rug what had strange symbols painted all over it and no one thought ta pick the damm thing up ta see what was underneath.
The hole was a small one, but we had no trouble squeezinâ€™ down â€˜cept fer Durok who got stuck half way cause heâ€™s so wide, beinâ€™ a dwarf and all. The rest oâ€™ us had ta push hard on his head ta pop him through.
And there we was! In another part oâ€™ the cavern, on a narrow path with muddy foul smellinâ€™ red water stretchinâ€™ far off into the distance, on either side oâ€™ us! Ta clean the water we needed emeralds, sugar, sand and ginsing. Accordinâ€™ to the instructions Frankie give us, we had ta throw â€˜em in the water in that order, ta clean it up.
All went well til the boys got to the ginseng. As hard as Walis tried, he couldnâ€™t manage ta chuck the ginseng out far enough into the water fer it to have any effect. There was a slight breeze cominâ€™ in on us from off oâ€™ it and it kept blowinâ€™ the damm ginseng straight back into his face! No one knew quite what ta do about that.
I had some rope what I was savinâ€™ in case I decided somewhere down the road, ta hang Frankie from his damm tree oâ€™ shaftinâ€™. I suggested we use the rope ta tie the ginseng â€˜round Port ta give it a little weight ya know? Walis would get a good toss that way and . . . well, itâ€™d be like killinâ€™ two birds with one heave!
Well, ainâ€™t no one liked that idea, Port most oâ€™ all, cause he stopped his flittinâ€™ and right quick, disappeared behind a big rock and ainâ€™t bothered us no more. Walis kept at it, the wind died down a little and glory be, his last bit oâ€™ ginseg flew outta his hands and landed atop the emeralds, sugar and sand heâ€™d thrown out earlier!
The ground started shakinâ€™ and all the lights went out and we all grabbed on to each other ta steady ourselves thinkinâ€™ the cavern was cavinâ€™ in on us! And oh geez! When the lights came back on, the water was all crystal clear, and smellinâ€™ sweet, and you could even see little fish here and there, swimminâ€™ about in it!
We made our way up and out oâ€™ the cavern, and started back ta Frankieâ€™s camp, anxious ta give him the news â€˜bout cleaninâ€™ up the cavernâ€™s water.