The drow were always a good target for an experienced adventurer because there was no end to the evil they were up to. Perhaps the only thing that kept them in check from destroying the surface world that they hated so much was the hate they held for each other. Houses would slay each other on a regular basis. Eric had not had many dealings with the foul creatures but he was certainly interested in stopping any plans they had. He had come across the scars they had placed in the world in the past, death and destruction were their stock and trade. One of their favorite things was poison they used to befoul water sources and turn their already dangerous blades truly deadly.
It wasn’t hard to find an entrance to the Underdark but finding your way back out was much harder to do. Eric entered the cave that would lead him into the dark world of the underground with little fear because he had fought many enemies over the years and always came out on top. The dangers he was going to face were certain to be new but he had the spirit of the Wolverine inside of him and his ax ready to cleave anyone who tried to stop him.
The air around him grew uncomfortably still as he reached the deep bowels of the earth with no wind to allow it to flow. It was cool but not uncomfortably so for one born to the northern air tearing at your body trying to turn you to ice. Life still worked at survival down here but it was harder as even the fungi would try and cannibalize others of its kind. He was careful to only pick what he knew to be edible for food, his stomach wasn’t known to be picky but it would be hard enough to deal with the poison of the drow blades he was likely to face without also having to fight the toxins of eating the wrong mushrooms. He would need the food for later if the stories of the difficulty getting food in the Underdark were true.
Sound carried in funny ways in this place of so many rocks and angles and if he weren’t seasoned he might have been scared by the shrieks and movement he was hearing but he had been in canyons with similar properties. He placed his ax at the ready when the sound of some just around the bend reached his ears. It was the sound of soft crying but he couldn’t be sure what was making the noise. There were many creatures that could mimic such a sound and it could be a slave to a drow raiding party, both of which could mean danger but he wasn’t going to turn in another direction just to avoid the danger. His footsteps were quiet as he turned the corner to see what he was dealing with.
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