Dwarghar shook his head when he seen the feather head running the wrong way. He ran out after him dodging as he went. He lived in theses mountains and knew the terrain. He knew that he was heading towards an area with even looser rocks."Feader 'ead you die goin dat way. Bad... rollin rock. Slide off... go mush. Come ta cave or ya die. Dwarghar live 'ere no place good. Come feader 'ead or die."

Manaku grabs Harald's arm.

"You can't outrun the boulders!" he shouts over the growing din.

The pale elf pulls Harald beside him in a crevice with inches to spare. The elf winces as larger rocks clatter against his floating transparent shield, throwing magical sparks everywhere.

"How am I supposed to prepare to meet my ancestors when you people keep making worse mistakes than I do?"

Uphill, Amalrik runs as best he can. dodging whatever, one eye on Thrud ...

[If Dwarghar insists on running out there I'm going to need a roll against his DEX. It's great RP but his career might be very short-lived.]

Thud runs for all he's worth....

Going with the rest of the party on this one.

Dwarghar, see the DM's post above.

Dwarghar stops dead in his tracks as a large bolder bounced down. "Dwarghar not dumb like feader 'ead. Run feader 'ead...run."

"Harald! Stay to my right and run TOWARDS the cave!"

Manaku sees an opening, and pulling the bard along makes a break for it. Rocks continue to slam against his magical shield, and the floating runes in the energy pattern grow hazier with each impact.

"Run Harald, run Manaku!"

Having ushered his horse in to the cave's entrance, Einhard turned to look at the manticore. "You trapped that thing?" he asked the dwarf. His eyebrow raised in doubt. "How long do you think that is going to hold?!" The knight kept a close watch on the creature looking for any sign that it is about to break free and charge the group.

Amalrik appears just as Einhard makes his comments. He stands close to the edge so that others may have cover.

Yagi peers into the back of the cave, letting her eyes adjust to the darkness.

"You see anyting Mistah Wong?"

Mistah Wong doesn't answer, but there does seem to be a wooden cart sitting in the passageway further down.

 "Hey guys, deres' sumtin in this cave.", as Yagi points into the darkness.

"Of course there is, Yago," responds Creston. "Big old cave, plain to see, mouth facing a road, you think nobody ever uses it?"

How did that cart get in here ?? Amalrik tries to see if there is anything in the cart ... Could we set it on fire ?? he says partly to himself.

Manaku finally drags Harlan into the safety of the cave, only stopping to slap the bard once when he broke away to recover his floppy hat when it fell to the dusty ground.

He rested one hand against the wall while he stopped to catch his breath.

"Come on Amalrik, you're not that thick," Creston said to the barbarian. "There are only two reasons why a cart would be in a cave. Either somebody was using it in here, or somebody hid it in here. If you want to know which, look inside and see what they left in the cart. I bet it's dirt and rocks." Creston gave Amalrik a nudge toward the cart. "Go ahead. The cart probably won't bite."
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Brodd moves into the cave to the cart and peers inside to see what is inside.

When Regdoc finally reached the cave, he considered the odd dwarf while gasping to catch his breath. Chomper panted a little, but didn't seem overly worked. The old cleric untied the tether and coiled it back on the hound's pack. He scratched Chomper head and patted him on the chest, whispering something in the dog's floppy ear, the response to which was a juicy lick. Regdoc tried to dodge it, but Chomper's tongue was amazingly long and agile, connecting with the oldster's upper lip and nose.

"Bah!"

"You, dwarf, yes you. You say you CAUGHT the manticore or were trying to catch it?" Regdoc asked.

Then, turning toward the cart and the interior of the tunnel, he nodded his affirmation to Creston's suggestion to the warrior. Regdoc allowed his eyes to adjust to the gloom a little and tried to make out what was further in.

"Somebody'd best break-out a torch. Looks like we're subterranean again."

The ground continues to tremble as hobbit-sized boulders are chased by dwarf-sized boulders, which are immediately set upon by human-sized boulders, all rolling away from a few hillgiant-sized boulders.

You feel quite relieved to be watching this destructive scene without being trapped in it.

Thud heaves a sigh of relief. "Good idea, there, guys." He looks around the place they're in, generally curious.

"Dees hoomans wid de torches, you see anyting Mistah Wong?"

Yagi peers into the dark past the cart with her infravision as she moves closer to the cart to avoid being blinded by the torches.

The dwarf ambles over and examines the cart.

”Eh? Is a mining cart! Big Enuff to trap MANTICUR in Maybe?”

He leans over scrounging through the rocks and spots a hissing lizard. He reaches for it  in, and tips end over end and falls in.

”Mom’s Cave Lizard Stew!  We eats good tonight!”

The cart starts rolling down the cave.

”HA HA YOU GONNA BE JUICY!”

His laughter turns to screams as the cart tips over at the end of a mine shaft.

His scream echoes and fades.

The lizard peeks its head up as the cart tilts back up, looking both relieved and confused.

[DM’s note: Dwarghar, we hardly knew ye.]

"Look out! There is a pit back there! By the gods of Law I think he just died!" he said. "He just saved us from a manticore and lost his life over a lizard for supper!"

Yagi stands there for a moment then blinks her eyes,

"Mistah Wong, what just happened?'

Mistah Wong stares back at the goblin with empty eye sockets wishing he had shoulders to shrug.