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Chapter 1 — Wildspace Waste Disposal
Szordrin and Martho found themselves in darkness, but Szordrin could make out cold walls around him with his darkvision. They were standing on a metal, grated platform. Horrendously foul-smelling water was flowing around and under them. A few yards away was a fenced wall, though which sewage was flowing, and there was a raised metal drawbridge dividing that fenced wall, also grated. There was a winch there for lowering the drawbridge down to make a path over the sewage to another metal pathway embedded into the stone of the opposite wall, which was perpendicular to the flow of the sewage.

   Looking the other direction, a metal access walkway extended from the platform to where the path seemed to split into two stone paths, right and left against the rocky wall. Right at the tee-intersection was a gate, with a tunnel beyond. His darkvision could only see so far, however.

   "The smell is categorically foul," said Martho, "and I cannot see a thing. Do you have a torch?"

   "I do not carry one, because my eyes can see in most darkness," said Szordrin. He then tried to describe to Martho what he was seeing.

   They looked up and saw Hakam climbing down the ladder to join them. When he reached the bottom, he explained that the two monsters were slain.

   "Where are the others then?" asked Szordrin.

   "They are not coming yet."

   "Are they crazy?" asked Martho. "Why are they not coming?"

   "They are on a fool's errand to rescue any other survivors," Hakam explained.

   Martho looked somber, "If the old wive's tales are true, there probably will not be many left to help. If we do not get back to your ship, any survivors would not be able to escape anyway. We shall all be trapped here on this asteroid. The neogi are intelligent in planning their raids. They almost certainly are blocking the main exit routes."

   Hakam lit up his shield with a magic glow, allowing Martho and him to take in what Szordrin had already observed.

   "Lead us out of here," he said, after glancing around quickly. "If we can get to the ship in time, we can fly it wherever we need to to pick up the others and any survivors."

   "I do not actually know where to go from here," said Martho. "I just knew that there were access tunnels below the washclosets. I also know that the water flows out of the asteroid to be vented out into wildspace. Maybe we can find where it vents and escape to the surface that way. It is hopeless to take the neogi on directly. I am a manager, not a fighter. I do not even own a weapon!"

   "There is also a gate, beyond where your light is shining," said Szordrin, motioning in the opposite direction from the drawbridge. They thought it best to examine that first and walked over the metal walkway to the other side to stand on solid rock before the metal gate.

   The light from Hakam's shield illuminated the length of the tunnel. It was only about 25 feet long. The floor seemed to end at another wide channel running perpendicularly to the tunnel and filled with more waste water. Straight ahead, across the channel, a waterfall of sludge poured down into it from somewhere up above.

   "We are going against the flow of the water if we go this way," Hakam said. "Let us go back to the drawbridge."

   Szordrin looked to the left and the right. The two paths mirrored each other. The stone floor ran along the wall, reached a metal grated bridge and crossed over the sewage-flow to a rectangular alcove in the stone of the asteroid. He could see some sort of flat object in the corner of each of the alcoves.

   "I want to see what something is," said Szordrin. "Wait here; I will be right back."

   He took the path to the left and crossed the bridge into the stone alcove. The flat object was simply a manhole cover. He returned to the others with this report.

   They returned to the ladder and the winch and turned the crank to lower the bridge. Hakam cautiously crossed the metal bridge to stand on the narrow metal walkway on the other side. Like the path, the water split and flowed in two directions, disappearing into the darkness.

   "Which path do we take?" asked Szordrin.

   "Which way is the ship, Martho?"

   "It is behind us in the other direction," said Martho, "in the opposite direction of the flow of the water."

   "We will go left," said Hakam, choosing at random. The walkway, the channel, and the water with it, made a 90-degree turn to the right after about 50 feet, and then turned again after about 30 feet, effectively making a U-turn. They kept walking carefully over the narrow metal grating, staying as close to the wall as they could.

   The wide tunnel and channel opened into a large chamber with a giant collecting pool. The water seemed to be revolving in a gentle whirlpool. They continued along the wall and reached a cavernous alcove to the right. They stepped off the walkway onto solid ground. This stone area was about fifteen feet wide and high and maybe twice that in length. Various objects of junk were scattered about here, as if they had been collected intentionally — a fork, a metal armored boot, the metal bands of barrels, a miscellany of discarded stuff.

   Hakam immediately prayed for knowledge about the magical nature of the items, but none of them radiated any sort of auras. He glanced up to see if perhaps a chute had deposited these things here, but the ceiling was the solid rock of the interior of the asteroid. They did seem arranged in a line, much like a cave pack rat might do, but several of the items were too large and heavy for a normal rat to move.

   "These were not arranged accidentally," said Hakam, "but I cannot make any sense of it."

   Szordrin looked about, seeing if he could notice anything further with his darkvision. He guessed that the incoming water he saw further ahead simply mirrored the way that they had come. In other words, they were essentially on an island, or rather an alcove within a large rectangular column around which the sewage flowed to enter this drainage pool.

   Hakam used another divine spell to detect the presence of any secret exits. He could see an aura radiating through the dark, murky water, likely a drain through which the water was leaving the pool.

   "I can tell from my magic that the water is only about ten feet deep," he reported, "and there is definitely a drain."

   "That must be the way out of the asteroid, then," said Martho.

   "How good are you both at swimming?" Szordrin asked.

   "I am terrible at it," said Hakam.

   "You cannot be serious," said Martho.

   "This was your idea," said Szordrin.

   "I thought that there would be access paths along with the water," said Martho. "This is honestly dreadful! We are doomed."

   "I am relatively good at sinking, though," said Hakam, "and that may be all that is needed here."

   Martho did not know whether to take the priest seriously or not.

   "We will not have to get wet," said Hakam. "I still have power in me yet. Stand behind me."

   They obeyed. Hakam clutched his holy symbol and raised his palm toward the waters. "Waters, blow back!" he commanded.

   With a whine and a howl, a powerful gust of wind rushed from each of the tunnels. The water in the collecting pool began to be driven back against the far wall, as if being pushed back by an invisible moving wall. The wind continued to blow, with near hurricane-force winds, and the upper five feet of water were now held toward the back of the chamber.

   This action revealed the presence of a hideously ugly creature that had been submerged and hidden under the dark water. It was the color of earthen stone, and three writhing tentacles rose from the back of its bloated, bumpy back. Each ended in a leaf-shaped flap of flesh covered in thorny protrusions. It had a stumpy neck — if it could even be called that — ending in a massive, wide mouth. It did not really have what could be called a head. It was unlike any creature any of them had ever seen.

   "Undeniably wretched!" exclaimed Martho.

   Shockingly, the monster opened its mouth — revealing its needle-like teeth and and a fat, pink tongue — and spoke.

   "Stop blowing away my drink!" the gruff voice said in Common.
Session: 106th Game Session - Thursday, Sep 13 2018 from 3:00 AM to 6:00 AM
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