Roll with it campaign

Session One: Chapter Six

"We've been in here for hour how long is this fucking dungeon!" Artemis groans. A small little iguana creature on two legs runs at Artemis to which she pulls out her flint lock pistol and shoots it between the eyes. There's no blood, the creature just falls limp and explodes into a poof of glittering dust. "How many more of these do we have to poof?"

Maelstrom swings his sword, decapitating another creature that runs at him. Did you say 'poof?'"

"That's what they're doing. They just kinda-" she mimics an explosion with her hands.

Marrovar swings his ax upward and cuts one of the iguana men in half, right down the middle. "I think that was the last of them in this room."

"Great. Who wants the chest?" Artemis says, gesturing to the wooden chest.

Maelstrom shrugs, "I got the last one," he says, holding up the two bottles of booze he acquired in the last room. "Marrovar, you want it?"

"Sure," Marrovar says, opening the chest. He holds up a jar of green liquid and a dagger. "I think it's pickles."

"You can keep it," Artemis says, walking toward the doorway. The walls of the dungeon are all stone and its dank and dusty.

When they walk in to the next room the ground begins to rumble and three iguana creatures burst out of the ground all wielding various weapons. One wielding a mace runs at Marrovar, swinging and hitting his armor in the leg, leaving a little scratch.

"Nice hit mate," Marrovar says, leaning down and picking it up. He holds its body and grabs its head, twisting its neck 180 degrees. There's a crunch sound as Marrovar drops the limp body. It explodes with a poof.

One of the creatures runs at Maelstrom and he quickly side steps, kicking up a bit of dust as the creature trips and falls on its chest. While it's down, he grasps his holy amulet, an onyx stone with eight arrows all pointing outward, but converging in the middle. Holy light shoots out of his hand and incinerates the creature.

"You're a cleric too?" Suri says as a creature with a large ax runs at her. "Little shit," She says, kicking it toward Marrovar.

"Yeah. I honor the gods of chaos and mischief. What about you?"

"I honor the guardian of the Underside."

Marrovar picks up the ax wielder and throws it against the wall, hard. It hits the wall with a poof.

"Marrovar you want the chest since you did the most work?" Artemis says, "Maelstrom can have the barrel."

Marrovar opens the chest and holds up a broom. "There's some kind of writing, can anyone translate?"

Maelstrom leans over and looks at the arcane writing. "It say 'float.'"

Marrovar holds the broom out, "Float!"

The broom rises to the ceiling, with Marrovar dangling from it.

"He gets a flying broom and I get," Maelstrom says, prying the top of the barrel open. "A dead rat and a dagger."

"Maybe you can eat the rat?" Artemis says, "Grill it, make a rat sandwich."

Maelstrom stares with disgust, "A rat sandwich?"