On the edge of the forest, your party discovers a cave that leads…down. You step closer, turn your ear, and hear feral growls from somewhere deeper in the darkness.
As the sun begins to set in the distance, you become keenly aware that your party has attracted some attention; the trees behind you rustle from more than the wind. The Ranger sniffs the air.
“Orcs,” he says. “Five, maybe six. We won’t be able to hold them here, not like this. Come on.”
Worn and wearied, the party strikes up torches and starts the descent into the underworld…