This afternoon, after fits, starts, and doubling back on our own course, we finally found the lair of the bugbears. It seems they’ve been living in some sort of abandoned Drow outpost. Just inside the door, we found an illusory wall, and behind it, four bugbear guards were waiting to attack us from behind after we passed. The joke was on them, though. Several of our company saw through the illusion. It was a short and ugly fight.
As we journeyed through the complex, we found our way to a drow altar. The demon queen Lolth briefly appeared, and we found Inwe knocked unconscious and Neff slain outright. Boromir was able to resurrect Neff and, after allowing Inwe to regain consciousness, we journeyed on. We fought some drow, but they seemed to be visitors, not actual inhabitants of this strange complex. We found bugbears starving to death. And we found some that had starved and had become food for their brethren. Typical stinking goblinoid behavior. Vile bastards!
At length, we descended into the lower level, where we found the chief of the bugbears in some sort of negotiation with a drow priestess and her followers. We may have disrupted those negitiations somewhat. You know, since it is difficult to negotiate when you’ve a battle axe embedded in your spleen. The drow priestess disappeared, but the rest of the drow and the bugbears fell before our onslaught. In a cage in the corner of the great chamber, we found Rodvik. Abused and weak, he is nonetheless alive. We never found any more trace of the drow priestess. Whether she hides somewhere in these halls or has devised some means of escape, I can’t say. All I can say is that we intend to rest here tonight and begin our journey back to Gardr tomorrow, to restore Rodvik to the rule of his town. I only hope we arrive ahead of the Buurten army.