"You must find Clickylegs for me. I want him back. He also has my spare crown. I need that one back too. If you bring that to me I'll pay you with a giant diamond." the king explains.
"Clickylegs. Yes. Would you please descripe him to me? The carrier just told me his name. That dummy." Niamh mumbles at last.
"He is large and has many legs. And when he walks the legs click on the ground. And he has a bag bound to one of his legs with my spare crown in it. Now go and retrieve it. Don't defer. Hurry. My patience is running out." the king replies.
Niamh bows again and runs out of the room. She closes the door. "There is a big blue king sitting in the room. He's as big as I am! Oh, and I have a new mission." Niamh says as a joke.
"You mean you found the ugly king of these ugly mites?" Tauriell asks.
"He had a cloak" at this Niamh looks at Abomentolor "and somewhat like a crown and he is sitting on a statue. So yes."
"So I'm going to start a revolution. Down with the king! Tauriell proclaims." She then walks into the throne room and serves a quick end to the king.
The king is dead before he knew what hit him. He falls over backwards and his 'crown' rolls noisily over the floor.
Tauriell walks to the dead king and takes his cloak. Then she takes a look at the crown. Recognizing it as a bracer she casts detect magic on it.
She then puts the cloak around her shoulders and the crown on her head. She returns to Niamh and proclaims "I am king now. You have to serve me."
"Fetch that silver statuette for me and carry it."
Niamh bows again. "My queen.I'm your loyal servant." Niamh stands up. "But I found him first. So we have to share!"
"If you serve well you will get a promotion and good payment. Now hush and do what you're told." Tauriell orders.
"Gwenhwyfar would you take a look at that. That might be interesting to you." she says and hands Gwenhwyfar the bracer.
Niamh walks to the statue and tries to move it.
She carries it to Tauriell and puts it down. "Do you have a specific idea where to put this statue down?
Gwenhwyfar takes the bracer and tries to identify what it is.
"I have no idea what this is."
"Bring it to Carl and Ernard so we don't forget to take it with us once we leave." Tauriell responds.
Niamh brings it to Carl and Ernard. "Here. I'm by order of the queen. Please take of that." Niamh tells them and runs down. "I'm back. Could I be the queen now?" Niamh asks excited. She obviously enjoys this queen-servant game.
"Sorry, but Gwenhwyfar has the crown now. You can have the cloak though." Tauriell says handing Niamh the cloak and scratching herself at the neck. "I think some of his pets were in there."
"Uhm no. I prefer my own one. Would you please give me my wonderful cloak back. But look, I will clean this cloak and you can have it!" Niamh says to Abomentolor.
"As soon as Jimmy gets unstuck from this tunnel, I'll come out and give you your cloak back." Abomentolor shouts from the cave he can't leave at the moment.
"Would someone please pull Jimmy out there?" Niamh says.
"I don't think he would like that." Gwenhwyfar intervenes.
Abomentolor looks where that one mite disappeared. He follows into that tunnel and after a short crawl comes out of an ant mound. He then walks back into the room where the others wait.
"Here is your cloak" Abomentolor hands Niam's cloak back.
"Thank you." Niamh hands him the already cleaned king-cloak. She searches for any fleas and cleans her own one after that.
"I don't think that is a good trade-off. But as it's your cloak anyway." Abomentolor replies and takes the king's crimson cloak. Double checking it for vermin he puts it on. "Not bad." he says while looking how it suits him.
Jimmy obviously struggles to crawl out backwards in his heavy armor
"I'm glad you're back out of that tiny passage. I was already concerned we might have to dig you out." She embraces him heartily.
Summary of the surroundings:
All are standing in a room with nothing more than
- a small tunnel to the right (where Jimmy and Abomentolor were)
- a door to the front that lead to the throne room (where Niamh and Tauriell were
- another tunnel to the left where no one went in yet
- and a door in the back where the ant mound room is.
Or you could google the crow catacomb with picture search. It's room B32.
"Me too." Jimmy says hugging her back. "This armor seriously gets in the way sometimes."
"Now that you finally managed to come out of that tunnel again do you want to crawl into the next one, or shall we go a different route?" Tauriell asks.
"I can check this tunnel Abomentolor suggests. And depending on what I find I'll tell you if we all need to go through." Abomentolor suggests. "At least giant spiders won't be able to follow me through this."
As no one seems to object Abomentolor puts the board aside and walks into the tunnel.
As he reaches the end of the tunnel after 40ft there is another board.
Carefully sliding the board to the side he takes a peek what is behind.
Abomentolor notices that the space beyond the door is rather dark and that he will see rather nothing until he sheds some light there.
Abomentolor sends dancing lights out and around.
The tunnels leads into a hallway of the usual dimensions here in the Crow. The tunnel is about halfway on the side of the hallway. To the right it seems to lead to another room. To the left it leads around a corner in quite some distance to the left again.
Abomentolor casts light on the wall of the hallway and takes his dancing lights with him back through the tunnel.
This tunnel leads to a hallway. But I think there is another way that leads there. Come with me." He then leads the group back to the ant mound room and through it to the other passage yet unexplored.
As the group approaches the passage a faint light can be seen on the wall from around the corner.
Tauriell knocks another arrow. "There is light around the corner. There is someone." she whispers to the others.
"I bet you 10 gold it's just a lonely light on the wall in the middle of the hallway." Abomentolor replies with a broad smile.
Everyone looking around the corner sees a long corridor that is illuminated by a single light shining where a hole is in the wall and a board leans against it. Further down the hallway lies in the dark again and one can only guess where it ends.
Upon walking past the light it becomes visible that a stair descends further below.
Tauriell casts dancing lights and sends them down the stairs to have some decent light for shooting with the bow.
"Would our front liners engage whatever awaits down there?" she asks.
In the room below a turmoil starts with a lot of squeaky voices running around.
"Yeah! More of these ugly pipsqueaks." Abomentolor says and to Jimmy he adds "Let's charge in and bring them to a quick end."
He moves down the stairs to engage the mites.
As Abomentolor reaches the bottom of the stairs he is confronted with eight mites chaotically trying to get into some formation. Two of them mount giant spiders (medium sized)
Thick sheets of spiderwebs hang from the walls and ceiling of this filthy rubble- and trash-strewn room. In places, the rubble and garbage have been heaped up into mounds and shapes that almost look like undersized furniture—beds and tables and chairs sized for small humanoids.
This irregularly shaped room is about 10m by 20m large. The stairs enter at a corner of the room. At the neighbouring corner a corridor leads into the dark.
Niamh starts playing her fiddle to inspire everyone.
Tauriell walks down the stairs until she can overlook the room. "Let's see how you end that quickly." she challenges Abomentolor. "I think someone bit off more than he can chew."
The spiders approach Abomentolor from two sides and shoot their nets at him from a safe distance.
But both fail at the attempt. But now the ground is full of the sticky nets.
Half of the mites throw darts at Abomentolor. The other half readies an attack in case someone else is coming down the stairs.
So far all the mites miss Abomentolor.
Abomentolor is quite unhappy with the situation. All enemies seem to avoid melee. "So many ugly mites. Come to daddy. All here close, no?" As none seem to be interested he fires a ray of fire at one mite on a spider.
Tauriell goes for the spider, as he mites seem more or less harmless.