Travelling down the tunnel, he heard something not unexpected... the sound of battle!

Moving to the tunnel doorway, he spied two stalwart adventurers engaged with zombies! Charging to their aid, he dispatched one that was coming up behind what appeared to be the healer of their group. The other, which could have only been a monk by the way he kicked and punched about, finished the rest off handily as they introduced themselves.

They had heard tell of an ancient evil inhabiting the woods, and meant to put an end to it! Now this was some high adventure! Murtano decided he must assist in this, and asked if they could use his blade in the upcoming battle. They agreed it would be useful to have another, and they began to lay their plans. The cleric cast protective magic on them as they readied themselves, and cast open the immense door at the end of the hall.

Creeping out of the darkness, the sound of bones creaking and crashing on the ground permeated even the farthest reaches of the cavern. Not one, but three dracoliches lumbered forth and set upon the group!

The monk set in to immediate action along with Murtano, stopping them in the hall before they could get to the room and spread out. The cleric took position against the back wall and called upon his god for aid and offense. The battle raged, as fire and spells were hurled about. Soon one was down, and tired as they were, the second one stepped up in it's place. The two warriors fought bravely, while the cleric hurled arcane and divine might at the foul beast. Bone cracked and splintered. The air sizzled with power. Soon the second fell, and with arms and legs tiring, there was no break... for up stepped the third! Spewing flame from it's maw, the monk was able to dodge aside while Murtano took it squarely nearly dropping him to his death. Quickly he unstoppered a vial of a health potion, and swallowed it. Feeling the power of Tyr flow through him and revitalize him, he again resumed the attack.

Soon after, the third fell, and as the hearty adventurers congratulated each other and sorted through the beasts loot, a call was heard! Shouting out from above, just barely heard was: "All able adventurers come quick to Neverwinter Castle! Lord Nasher requires everyone's assistance immediately!"

No sooner had voice stopped, then the ring of steel boots on stone echoed through the chamber as Murtano ran out to the tunnel and above with the monk hot on his heels. They arrived back in Neverwinter city in time to hear the guard.