Feno, Armatzi, Niki, Lhoss, and I (Gnorcia) took the hallway back north, through the portcullis, and went west out of the portcullis room. In that hallway, Lhoss opened the second door to the left, which appeared not to have been explored before. It also didn’t appear to be trapped, but there were scorch marks on the door, and inside we found a device on another door on the south wall of the room. It was a sort of clock with a code next to it. Lhoss started puzzling over it, mumbling a bunch of numbers, and then exclaimed that she thought she had figured it out!
The rest of us stood back as far as we could as Lhoss dialed 15, 13, 12... We all jumped every time it clicked, but then the door opened. We peered through and saw a funeral slab and the long-dead remains of a dwarf, wearing armor and holding a hammer, with a coffer at his feet. Niki cast detect magic and the hammer glowed, as did something inside the coffer. We checked the coffer for traps and opened it to find a ring of white gold with a reddish aura about it, and a vial of cyan blue liquid with a whitish aura, glowing with power. We added those to the bag of holding.
Recognizing the value of a dwarven-made coffer, I picked it up to carry it out with us, just as Lhoss reached to take the armor and hammer. But apparently that dwarf didn’t want to lose his stuff because doing so set off a trap. The door slammed shut and poison began to fill the air. Trapped inside, Lhoss and I started choking and banging on the door. Feno quickly dialed the numeric sequence again, opening the door, but as it opened he was also hit with the poison and started to choke as well.
Armatzi and Niki grabbed a vial of cure poison from the bag of holding and another from Feno’s backpack, administering them to Feno and Lhoss. They both began choking and vomited up the poison, but seemed otherwise ok. We had no more vials of cure poison so Armatzi cast slow poison on me and I fell unconscious but was still alive (obviously, since I'm writing this.) Feno then grabbed the hammer, armor, and coffer, adding them to the bag of holding, and hoisted my unconscious body over his shoulder like a small sack of potatoes. The group hurried out of the barrowmaze and through the barrowmarsh. Feno later told me that Lhoss, Niki, and Armatzi were all very quiet and Lhoss kept her head down, looking quite defeated. We proceeded this way through the Dim Forest and back to Orlane, arriving late for dinner, though I could hardly have eaten anyway in my condition.
The entire group went straight to the temple and alerted a guard who hurried to find Priestess Misha. She scurried out carrying a vial of cure poison, which she poured down my throat. Waking up, I coughed and choked up the poison, nodded my thanks to Priestess Misha, then curled up in Feno’s arms and fell asleep again. At that point, apparently Lhoss determined to purchase all the remaining vials of cure poison that Priestess Misha had, adding them to the bag of holding. Everyone had a ration for dinner, since we had missed the meal, and Lhoss and Feno stayed up for an ale at the Golden Grain Inn.
The next morning I felt completely recovered but hungry. Going down to breakfast, we found Arnd and asked if he could try reading the runes on the hammer we had found. As we showed it to him, Arnd gasped and fell to his knees. "This is the regal dwarven thrower of the clan of Thazuun," he read. Apparently that is Arnd’s clan, and that poison-loving dwarf skeleton was the long lost ancestor Arnd originally went into the barrowmaze searching for! He told us that the weapon is a +2 Dwarven warhammer, meant for throwing. When wielded by a dwarf, it gives +3 to hit and to damage. When thrown, it has a 60-foot range and a boomerang-like quality. It also does triple damage against giant-size creatures.
"Where did you find this?" Arnd exclaimed, and we told him the tale of its discovery. Feno then took out the armor and presented it to Arnd, who immediately put it on. He then explained that it was ornate dwarven plate mail, and that he was actually no ordinary dwarf. It turns out our dwarven friend Arnd is a prince of dwarves! Even Lhoss looked impressed.
We finished our breakfast and the group determined to spend a week in town so Lhoss and I could complete some additional illusionist training.