The Savage Caves (Dungeons & Dragons Novel) by T. H. Lain

Author:T. H. Lain [Lain, T. H.]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
ISBN: 9780786965083
Publisher: Wizards of the Coast Publishing
Published: 2013-07-02T00:00:00+00:00

There were noises behind them—at least Jozan thought the noises were behind them. In the confines of the cave, however deep underground they were, every little sound bounced off unseen walls and seemed to come from every direction at once.

It was hard to see any details as they ran. There were signs of goblin habitation all around them, but he didn’t pause long enough to soak it in. They made tools from wood they obviously collected from the surface, as well as the stone and parts of dead spiders they had all around them in the caves.

The stalagmites thinned out considerably, and it was easier to run. Jozan was surprised at his own speed. The cool air rushed past his ears. Lidda was a blur next to him.

“Are they chasing us?” she asked, her voice blowing past him like wind.

Jozan stumbled trying to stop, but only managed to slow down a little. He was running downhill and hadn’t even realized it. They’d been going deeper for a while, blindly fleeing the spiders that might not even be chasing them after all. His face flushed, and he would have felt foolish if he wasn’t so busy feeling like such a coward.

“Stop,” he said, as much to himself as to Lidda.

He finally skidded to a halt. The halfling was already standing still, waiting for him. Her lantern swung at her side, but the light seemed dimmer.

“What’s wrong?” she asked.

He was panting like a dog, and she was barely breathing at all. He resisted the temptation to remind her that he was wearing armor, and that—

“Jozie?” she asked, eyes wide. “You all right?”

He cleared his throat, wiping his forehead with a metal-gauntleted hand.

“I’m fine,” he said. “We have to stop, though. We’re going deeper.”

“I know,” she said, “but the spiders …”

“The spiders might not even be following us,” Jozan said, turning to peer into the darkness from which they’d come. He slid the mace off his back and held it ready in case the spiders were coming. “We should find a way back up, and … what did you call me?”

The halfling didn’t answer. He turned to look at her and saw her carefully filling her lamp from a flask of oil. The light grew slowly brighter.

“Lidda,” he said, “did you hear me?”

She looked up at him and said, “What, now?”

“What did you call me just then?”

“What?”

“I’m not Regdar,” the priest said. “I’m not to be trifled with, child.”

Lidda’s eyes narrowed, and she looked at him as if she wasn’t sure what language he was speaking.

“Sorry,” she said, as insincerely as Jozan had ever heard anyone say anything.

He turned and looked back into the darkness behind them again. Still no spiders.

“They kept the spiders like cattle or something,” she said. “Another tribe of goblins came and did something bad—I’m not sure what—that made the spiders turn on them.”

Jozan turned back to her and said, “I beg your pardon?”

“The old goblin, Klnk,” she said with a shrug. “He tried to tell me what was going on, but I didn’t catch all of it.

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