06/22/00
The air is dusty and warm. And black. Only the sound of steady breathing
breaks through the darkness.

KARIUS OGREBANE (human fighter) A stone shifts from somewhere above and
falls on his head jerking him awake. From somewhere he thinks he should
be rolling and springing to his feet. But his mind is slow and his body
responds even more slowly. He hears some noises a voice cry out in a
language he can't understand. He urges his body to respond and slowly
rolls and moves to a crouch. I can't SEE! ... Where am I. He hears
other people stirring. He strains harder to see anything at all.
His knee is resting on something wooden. It feels like a handle. He
picks it up. It feels like a pick axe.

DIERGOTH (human thief/ 0 level mage) Blinks the sleep out of his eyes and
yawns. He hears some noises and then he's startled by a voice. He hadn't
heard Orcish in quite some time. And he didn't know much. But he did know
every childs name for "mother" Only it was the voice of an adult. Orc!
And he opened his eyes wide. But everything was black. As black as one of
the spells his teacher had cast upon him once during a lesson. I'm blinded.
Something is terribly wrong. He begins to feel for anything. Rocks and dirt.
Filthy clothes. Where is my dagger? My book of spells! My necklace? In place
of the valuable silver chain he finds an iron collar locked around his neck.

They can see nothing. The voice in Orcish coughs and mumbles more words.
There are other sounds. And voices. "Where am I?", "What's going on?"
"I can't see anything!" "Who is there?" The orcish voice chuckles and laughs.
"You're all human." It says, "You can't see a thing."

Each of them can't really tell but it seems like there are 3 others in
the room. Their minds are foggy. The last thing Karius remembers is
being hired to help guard a caravan thru orc country going to "Tradec".

Diergoth seems to recall hitching a wagon ride from a friendly traveller
along with a very large man and a cleric of Modi.
Diergoth tries a few friendly words he recalls in Orcish but it doesn't
seem to help. He smells warm rancid breath close to him and pushes. The orc
voice backs up laughing.

A voice in the dark asks for a name. Along with our heroes another man says
he is a farmer named "Po". The orcish voice pauses. Says his name is
"Tohkad Hama" and laughs. Diergoth recognizes "Hama" as a derogatory name
for human.

Diergoth tries to remember the proper incantations for his cantrips.
It's difficult but he thinks he can.

From feeling around they are in a small cave. In many places they have to
duck. One of the walls is wet and water collects in a small puddle
in a boulder.  Enough for a drink. From time to time each person
feels like something is too
close to them. They jerk away and then hear the orcish voice chuckle.
The floors are covered with rubble. And there is no exit. There seems to
have been a cave in.
Suddenly  Karius feels the pick axe jerked away from him. And he hears the
orcish voice, "You don't want to hurt anyone with that now do you?"