The group was ambushed by a group of 6 lizards hiding in the pool of water running through the larger cave to the North. Alaric, Welf, Demmeon, and Ganderald were all surprised. As the lizards charged full frontal Obodan was able to use his spear for a free attack and Alaric could also use a free attack as one of the lizards ran past him. Low intelligence creatures they certainly did not move in tactical maneuvers.
The fight dragged on with the lizards heavy armor 6 making it tricky to penetrate them and further more dealing damage above the pain threshold. Adding to that they had high stamina. Their razor sharp claws dealt 5 damage and Welf got beaten several times with bad defense rolls 19 and even 20 two times. He was more lucky with his armor roll maximizing 1d6+1 with a “6” for 7 defense and later 6 thus probably saving Welf’s life. As the battle prolonged and 1 and then 2 lizards fell dead to the ground, the battle was over. All 6 lizards were killed and the cave secured.
“Where did Ganderald go?” asked Welf and he was certainly far away from the battle, looking out from the other end of the cave. “Well done” he complemented the adventurers and attended to their wounds carefully. Welf gave him a sour look but then let it go. Ganderald was just an observer, that was their agreement. Perhaps could the stolen loot of the necklace cure Welf’s mood.
Suddenly they heard the sound of a voice crying, or singing, in the gust of wind. But where did it come from? It sounded like a very sad voice singing it. The heroes gripped their weapons. Who would be down here singing by themselves?
We only played one scene due to an important hockey game, but I have updated the marathon sheet and will post it in the Wiki.