<div align="center">(https://images-wixmp-ed30a86b8c4ca887773594c2.wixmp.com/f/32c1ab95-61c0-4cd8-915d-9d0eab1558bf/d7m7l74-3b13355d-eed0-4f79-8fa5-a7dcf9cc83db.jpg/v1/fill/w_900,h_459,q_75,strp/blue_beard_s_treasure_room_by_laura_csajagi_d7m7l74-fullview.jpg?token=eyJ0eXAiOiJKV1QiLCJhbGciOiJIUzI1NiJ9.eyJzdWIiOiJ1cm46YXBwOjdlMGQxODg5ODIyNjQzNzNhNWYwZDQxNWVhMGQyNmUwIiwiaXNzIjoidXJuOmFwcDo3ZTBkMTg4OTgyMjY0MzczYTVmMGQ0MTVlYTBkMjZlMCIsIm9iaiI6W1t7ImhlaWdodCI6Ijw9NDU5IiwicGF0aCI6IlwvZlwvMzJjMWFiOTUtNjFjMC00Y2Q4LTkxNWQtOWQwZWFiMTU1OGJmXC9kN203bDc0LTNiMTMzNTVkLWVlZDAtNGY3OS04ZmE1LWE3ZGNmOWNjODNkYi5qcGciLCJ3aWR0aCI6Ijw9OTAwIn1dXSwiYXVkIjpbInVybjpzZXJ2aWNlOmltYWdlLm9wZXJhdGlvbnMiXX0.hewoqtB9woWXoR0kEj0ogGcm_c8k5DqTZYn7WjxYFjQ)</div><br/>Nothing quite like the Delvers arriving for a good time full of treasure.  And surely this will be a story for the bards, no question people will be shouting about the incredible gold the Delvers have acquired and all loaded aboard Captain Blackrose's ship.  If... If there's a way to get it there.  The question from Claire, Fugue, and Princess Priscilla is a fair one... How will the gold even be transported?  There's the crew of course, but even that will take some time.<br/><br/>Len's voice calls out over the din as she scrambles through her mind on how to free her companions, the trap now obvious to all.  She looks to the rune as more coins are scattered and recalls the witch who once held her carefully pouring out silver, filling the cracks in her own floor.  This trap primarily functions by using silver as a means of holding things, iron, steel, or even gold manacles wouldn't do it.  Only silver is affected.<br/><br/>Fugue's spell sets coins bouncing and flicking, sparking as they move through the room.  They spin to stand on their edges in the shape of the rune on the floor, outlining exactly where the trapping effect takes place.  Additionally, they tink and bounce around, coming to rest on a pair of red leather boot sticking partway out of the gold and where Abigail is slashing her axe into the treasure.<br/><br/>And the shout of 'Something must be coming' seems well informed, a roar of rage and triumph comes from hallways nearby.  Among it, a woman's laugh, distorted and far away.  Laman echoing for just a moment in the hall.  Her side of the deal is done.<br/><br/><div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/a8/46/d8/a846d8f482145000a86adfb8d323b70d.png)</div>The sound of Abigail's axe slashing into the coins over and over forms a clanking rhythm for a moment, along with the roar of voices.  Sparks fly up from the treasure and the now revealed silver arm of a suit of armor holding onto Abigail's leg.  In a single, harsh motion, the gauntlet on her leg pulls, slamming her down into the pile of coins.  Smoke rises from inside the feminine suit of armor as it flexes it's body, clearly inhuman as it moves.  In a single quick motion, it leaps on top of the axe wielding fighter and lets out a screech of rage.  It's hand pulls back and it punches her hard in the stomach (damage negated by armor).  It lets out another screech and it's hands move down grabbing onto the top of Hardwood's armor, trying to wrench it from her.<br/><br/>The howling and shouting down the hallway increases and suddenly there are forms hurling themselves towards the treasure, screaming out, "The treasure!  Save it!  Grab it!"<br/><br/><div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/ca/c1/08/cac108f3a83f058a2121aa78b42e658e.jpg)</div>The shouts are halted and only air bursts through the cavern, then standing before the treasure is a mad, clad all in old, rotted clothes.  His eyes burn white with flame, his face wreathed in a burning beard.  "Ye've made a terrible mistake coming here," he intones in a voice that explodes like thunder, "For the souls of the damned hold this treasure and all who drown in seek of it are mine."  His mouth widens in an enormous, terrible grin.  "Take them.  Take them all."  He draws a blade from his side and lunges forward, grabbing onto Priscilla's arm with one enormous, rough hand.  In a single motion, he drags her back as ghostly forms surge forward.<br/><br/>The forms that surge forward seem solid and true, their shouts seeming to echo through the cavern in unpredictable ghostly ways.  In moments, the Delvers are set upon.  An enormous, tattooed and muscled man with grey skin surges towards where Enniya and Claire stand, spinning an axe above his head with a terrible roar.  An orc, huge nasty teeth gnashing with no weapons at all hurls himself at Fugue and Len with a growling cackling laugh.  As Saltbeard drags Priscilla away from the treasure and into darkness, he touches the sword to her breast growling out, "You seem a pretty penny.  Perhaps we'll keep you when we sacrifice your friends."  More shapes and shouts come from the darkness, hissing sounds.<br/><br/>All around from the darkness, forms begin to emerge.  Apart from the elite guards of Saltbeard, seven foot tall, nearly nude crocodile men begin to move forward, their tails flicking at the coins on the ground and hisses snarling out.<br/><br/><strong>Delvers!  You are surrounded, outnumbered, and trapped!  What do you do?</strong><br/>(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/60/51/df/6051df824f680439ddb5b4217d31903c.jpg)(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/08/b8/12/08b812c06e71ea6d6a7fc0ffd3698931.jpg)(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/57/fc/aa/57fcaaf4e6c1745455177d0f8fa3eb7e.jpg)