It was a dark and storm night...

It was a dark and stormy night... several unsuspecting adventurers met together in the side of a strange tor, seeking shelter from a raging storm.

Ninja and rogue, monk and sorceress, barbarian and elven warrior(ess). And a cleric. They huddled for shelter while lightning ravaged the countryside. They made a tentative stormpeace and searched this strange cavern they sharing. There were three doors, but they were unable to open them, so sat down to wait out the remainder of the storm.

With a flash of lightning and a deafening crash of thunder, all three doors imploded, and a train of unusually large rodents fled from the newly open eastern doorway. The bold adventurers killed them dead. Then they decided to explore the newly opened passageways, because it was in the job description.

To the east they found a table in the middle of a large room, with a wet rope hanging from the darkness above. The sorceress(?), showing that valor was the better part of discretion, ran into the room, only to discover that a group of humanoids were already there, and much better prepared for the combat that would shortly begin.

Somehow, the sorceress managed to fend off the nasty hobgoblins, at the point of her spear, which apparently she DID know how to use. The party vanquished their enemies, and the rogue thought that perhaps he could limit their reinforcements by climbing the rope and cutting it. Someone had once told him that rogues always land on their feet, so after cutting the rope, he simply 'tumbled' down to the ground twenty feet below him. If he lives long enough, he might develop the grace to pull that off, but this time, it hurt him dearly. Did he learn his lesson? Read on, brave adventurers. My money is on 'no'.