So Grak led us beneath Malleon's Gate and into The Cogs. It's fair to say he wasn't the most willing of guides. When I struck a sun-rod so we could navigate the passages down which Grak lead us it provoked a string of complaints.
At first our journey took us through areas similar to those we had passed through on our previous visited to The Cogs, corridors, stairs and slopes that reverberated to the constant sounds of grinding and smashing. Then, after perhaps half an hour we came across an awesome spectacle. The temperature had been steadily rising for a while and the tunnel opened up into a large chamber where a narrow bridge spanned a river of molten lava. At the far end were a group of goblins and even from our end of the bridge we could see them eyeing us with displeasure. Warning us to keep quiet Grak crossed the bridge and began to talk to the goblins. After a while it seemed that he was satisfied and returned to lead us across. Beyond the bridge Grak guided us through a maze of passages. After a while the temperature began to drop and the sounds of machinery fade but instead we were assailed by the smell of putrefaction, a stench that slowly grew over the next hour or so.
About an hour after we had passed the lava flow the tunnel that Grak was leading us down opened up into one of the biggest chambers we had seen to date. The wide path was flanked on either side by tall walls like a mountain canyon. A series of ramps zig-zaged their way to the top on either side passing as they d
At first our journey took us through areas similar to those we had passed through on our previous visited to The Cogs, corridors, stairs and slopes that reverberated to the constant sounds of grinding and smashing. Then, after perhaps half an hour we came across an awesome spectacle. The temperature had been steadily rising for a while and the tunnel opened up into a large chamber where a narrow bridge spanned a river of molten lava. At the far end were a group of goblins and even from our end of the bridge we could see them eyeing us with displeasure. Warning us to keep quiet Grak crossed the bridge and began to talk to the goblins. After a while it seemed that he was satisfied and returned to lead us across. Beyond the bridge Grak guided us through a maze of passages. After a while the temperature began to drop and the sounds of machinery fade but instead we were assailed by the smell of putrefaction, a stench that slowly grew over the next hour or so.
About an hour after we had passed the lava flow the tunnel that Grak was leading us down opened up into one of the biggest chambers we had seen to date. The wide path was flanked on either side by tall walls like a mountain canyon. A series of ramps zig-zaged their way to the top on either side passing as they d
