A voice crying out for help from a Dark Crypt? How bad can it be...

Oh God... Oh God... Oh God... Elven Blood Mages, Cultists, and Corrupters everywhere!

I guess now I know why there is so much Dwarven Steel equipment laying around here in scattered piles... Please just let me make it out of here alive. It is no kind of place for a Dwarven Fighter to be.

Nice fellows those

Nice fellows those corruptors, aren't they ? ;)

Good Luck!

The one time I got that quest I made it out of there literally by the skin of my teeth...ok so maybe a little exagerated...wasn't really literally but still ...close call...

A battle won, but the journey is not yet over...

I though the prior four levels of this putrid Crypt had left me numb to any further Horror, but I was wrong. When I finally made it down to the bottom level I saw the poor lass whose screams I had heard stretched out across a black alter. Acolytes of this foul Sect barred my path and I was weighed down by the press of disease and ague. To my eternal shame I could not move quickly enough to save her before the ritual reached its grisly end. Doubtless it will be scant comfort to her family that I slew the Demon Kryl-Feijan once it burst forth and all of the Acolytes of its foul Sect have been sent to their just reward. Hopefully her spirit will rest easier, but mine will be forever burdened.

How I am still alive I know not, for despite my skills I felt myself at Deaths Door many times. Fortunately the Blood of Life still courses through my veins and things seem to have been Easier on my than would be Normal. Verily were I a cat I would have no lives left to me, for a have felt the Veil grow thin fully nine times in this place. The way out is still far from certain, but all I can do is press on. A small fortune in equipment lies scattered on the levels above me, but I am already heavily burdened. Even so I will count my life as the greatest treasure I could emerge with. A small flicker of hope has kindled in my breast that I may once again see the light of day. It is an strange thing for a Dwarf to yearn for the sight of the sun, but after this place even the tunnels of home may not feel welcome.

Enough of this... It is time to press on.

Made it back to Derth alive!

I made it out of the Dark Crypt and back to Derth alive. Apart from a lingering rash I could almost believe it was all a bad dream.

O look! Dark crypt...

...but I'm already fully loaded even wearing a Mighty Girdle trying to get back to town to offload a ludicrous encumbrance.

I know, I'll come back!

Hmm, that hole was a round here somewhere. I guess they skewered her...

O look! Shiny things in this hole in the sand...