TSR 9291 - DLC1 - Dr.. - Free

ing vaults overhead. Fungus
creeps down the walls.
46g. Paths of the Dead
A domed ceiling caps this 60-foothigh
circular room. Vines and
mosses dangle from great cracks
in the ceiling. Fungus covers the
walls. In the center of the room
stands an empty pedestal, the top
of which cannot be seen from the
floor. On the west side of the
room, just in front of the doors, a
circular staircase, its flagstones
slick with green film, descends
into darkness.
47a. Hall of the Ancestors
Dim light shines up through the
broken floor. A vast hall stretches
to the east. The ceiling, heavily reinforced,
stands solidly above, but
below, the floor has fallen away in
several places. Hot mists, carrying
the odor of decay, rise through the
holes in the floor.
Any dwarf can tell that this floor is
unsafe. The holes open to a 700-foot
drop straight into the lower ruins of
the city. Anyone who weighs more
than 500 gpw and comes within five
feet of a hole’s edge runs a 25%
chance that the floor below him will
collapse.
Even if a hero makes it to the edge
of a hole, all he sees is foul mist swirling
below.
47b. Southern Crypts
Crypts line the hallway. Cloaked in
foul mists, a group of squat forms
files into a line.
Many gully dwarves slouch and stoop
in line. Every three turns, a whip
cracks and half of these dwarves (15)
rush through the eastern entrance to
the hallway. The rest move up to the
entrance. In one hour, the same 15
gully dwarves that rushed out the east
end of the hall come in the west end
and get back in line.
If they notice the heroes, these
Aghar only put dirty fingers to their
lips: “Shhhh!” They run if attacked.
47c. Going Down
Hot mist rises from two large
holes in the floor, one on the north
and one on the south. A tremendous
black iron pot hangs from a
large chain over the northern hole.
The chain runs around two large
wheels, crosses the ceiling, and
drops through the center of the
southern hole. Two large figures
crouch beside the pot.
The holes, each ten feet in diameter,
break through the ceiling of the cavern
below, dropping 700 feet to
area 66. Every three game turns, a
gong sounds far below; then one of
the draconians cracks a whip and 15
gully dwarves from 47b clamber into
the room and scurry into the pot.
When the pot is full—dwarf arms and
legs sticking out, some Aghar even
hanging on the sides— it slowly descends,
pulling the chain with it.
Within five rounds, another huge
pot, containing draconians, groans
up the chain through the southern
hole. The machine is the Aghar idea
of an elevator. The two Baaz draconian
overseers order the Aghar into either
the northern pot or the southern
pot, using this crude pulley system to
bring up their comrades.
If the heroes attack, the overseers
panic and leap into the pot. The pot
sinks slowly, and PCs have a chance
to jump aboard; however, the heavier
the pot gets, the faster it moves. You
should warn the PCs that “the pot is
falling quickly” if more than two try
to climb aboard.
When the second pot rises into the
room, it contains six Baaz draconian
troops.
These are shock troops, trained to
fight to the death. They do only what
they are told and know nothing except
the way from their quarters
(64g) to their post (44e). They are not
above having a snack along the way,
however, and the adventurers look
pretty tasty to them.
47d. Northern Crypts
Row upon row of dark and musty
crypts line either side of a ten-footwide,
30-foot-high hall.
47e. Floorless
Four archways enter a square
room, well preserved but for one
exception: there is no floor. Mist
billows from the gaping hole
where the floor once was. Only
about one square yard of floor remains
in the northeast corner. A
small box sits at the edge of this
floor section.
The room is 30 feet square. The box
contains five gems (1,000 stl total).
47f. Watch Room
This room has remained untouched
for centuries. A green
film blankets everything; corroded
metal fittings lie where a
banded table once stood.
The fittings crumble at the touch.
The floor is slippery; all creatures
fight here with a -3 penalty to their
attack rolls.
47g. Treasury
Six stone coffins lie in the room.
Thick fungus and slime cover
everything in sight. A hollow
voice, as if from the bottom of a
deep well, calls to you: “Who enters
the tomb of kings?”
The guardian spectral minion
watches the tombs of the kings and
may not leave until relieved of duty.
He is tired of his eternal watch. If the
heroes speak kindly to this spirit, he
tells them his purpose. If someone
tells him that the party has come to
relieve him, he is released from his
vow and departs.
In each coffin lies the skeleton of a
king of ancient Xak Tsaroth. Each
skeleton holds a gleaming sword
+1, the hilt at its chest, the point toward
its feet.
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