Defeating the ratman turned out to be easier than they at first thought it would be. He fought like he was cornered but he was not.
The desire for the ratman to fight despite the odds puzzled Sebastian. Either the ratman was protecting something, or he had been inspired to this in. And the thought that something could inspire a ratman worried him even more.
The passageway led lower and lower to further crypts where ever more intricate and ornate statues lay curiously undisturbed by the ratman or his kindred. As they continued, they found tombs behind statues, various inscriptions upon the tomes, which later would be interpreted as a memorial to a great war.
It was home to a relatively small group of ratmen, who were still in the process of moving into the area. They were rapidly dispatched, mostly by Uthgar and Sefrenia. Germain continued to scout ahead, ensuring that there were no further traps, but all was clear.
One fo the statues had some recent activity around it, Leaves gathered at its base as if in offering, evidently by the ratmen. Why the ratmen had chosen this particular statue to worship was anyones guess through. Sebastian certainly had no idea.
Sebastian did however marvell at the stone carvings, obsidian and onyx that decorated the crypt. Reading the names of the long dead, and the text about their deeds. Warriors of a long forgotten war it seemed. "The Army of King Paridos" it was written. A few had died in the "War of Arions's Peak" itself, but most had survived to a ripe old age, their crypt prepared in advance for the time when death would ultimately take them.
King Paridos himself lay in state in the furthermost chamber, a statue of him upon his throne resting before the crypt that held him. It was a palacial room adorned with more carvings, but curiously no gold or jewels. The only treasure here was in the workmanship. Sebastian wandered among the works citing that such exquisite examples should never have been allowed to be forgotten.
Of the ten foot tall creatures the group found no trace. The crypt was searched over the next few days, yielding nothing of any further interest, and no further threat to the village.
The elders were pleased with the results, and rewarded the group with a bonus, that was then spent on good food and entertainment in the local tavern.
Sebastian created a ballad about the crypt and the adventure therein, and that was the subject of several requests, as the village became accustomed to its newfound fame. Fame would spread of the village that now stood on the edge of the "Mausoleum of King Paridos", and scholars would come from miles around to visit the tomb, marvel at the statues, and learn what they could about the forgotten war.
If was some days later that the group returned, not particularly richer, but feeling a little more like heroes than when they had departed.