Flowing Lava

The Cleric sweating heavily watched Helga work, the lava forge was fascinating to watch but it was distracting the Cleric from the purpose of his visit to Kilican Isle. Stowing Radient Slayer, his holy ring and his amulet carefully in his pack the Cleric walked away from the forge. Immediately it was not only unbearably hot but pitch black. However the cleric wasn’t worried, It had not been long since he had sketched the twisting lava tunnels and memorised the path through the maze.

North once, then east twice and then south. So far so good, heading south a blast of warm air on his right marked the first corridor, One more step and there would be another path this time to the left, his plated boots scraped on the lava rock as he slowed, it wasn’t there. Confused the cleric ran through his mental map, no it should be here. The cleric retraced his steps to Helga and began counting again. It was not to be that simple though, further south than he had last marked it the cleric found the eastern path, stepping back again the cleric examined the smooth walls for any sign of the old path. Continuing south the Cleric mentally ticked off the eastern passageways, one, two and three and four. The cleric scratched his untidy hair absent mindedly, four paths, there certainly shouldn’t be four paths! As he stood there the cleric realised his foot was both extremely warm and slowly sinking into the floor, hastily pulling it back it occurred to the Cleric that the lava must be active below the volcano, paths were shifting about in the enormous heat.

Sighing loudly the cleric realised he would have to return to Port Perfadis for supplies, a simple job had become a huge task, he removed Radiant Slayer to better light his way and casting nervous glances over his shoulder headed back to the surface. Hopefully this sign of activity didn’t mean the volcano was about to erupt violently, covering the small town in flowing lava.