The Hero's Pariah

Day 7 continued;
 
I decided to express my reservations about Gotrek's leadership to our group. I spoke about how I thought that the Guilded Iron may have sent us on a mission to get us out of their sight, out of mind and potentially out of the way. I suggested that we form a small group and look out for each other. After a brief discussion we decided on a name for the group The Heroes Pariah.
 
We continue forward, the stone work is incomplete in some places and finished in others. Building facades stand half carved from the stone. There are beautifully carved arches and elaborate decorations alongside sheer cliff faces. This may be the edge of the developed area or perhaps a social hub of some sort. Generally the dwarves dig deep and build small communities in order to network and move as a whole with respect to the intent of the kingdom. This is an area like that.
 
We come to a dilapidated bridge and are harassed by a few Skaven, Jules lost his life in the encounter. At days end we come to a hall lined with broken statues and braziers. The braziers appear to be lit but the flame is illusory. Gotrek says we are close to the hold and should bed down here. During the night a spirit visited Renaldine, Gotrek, and Goldareas asking them to help by clearing their rest area of the chaos, in common fashion the spirit gave warning in a mixed message to -let dwarven things lie and be rewarded. -
 
During my watch Felix finally told the tale of how he and Gotrek became traveling companions. It’s a tale as tragic as any of our own. After hearing it I’m inclined to feel that he belongs with us in The Hero’s Pariah. Be that as it may, he’s sworn to follow Gotrek until the dwarf succeeds at fulfilling his oath. Perhaps if he survives he may seek us out and join us then. During the conversation Felix asked about my own background. Much to my chagrin my old habits of secrecy and distrust overcame my yearning to connect, be known, and belong. While I feel an affinity for Felix, he is not an official member of The Hero’s Pariah and I decided that I should not share the details of the circumstances that led me to the surface with him at this time.
 
This group is strong and it seems the common thread of not belonging anywhere is the twist of fate that is showing us we belong together, perhaps.
 
Day 8
 
We break camp and continue through the halls. We have arrived at the entrance to the hold to find that when Faragrim fled the hold he left the door open. A mutated troll inhabits the hold. It hoards a pile of treasure and wears a green glowing necklace around its neck. In the hold Aldred rushed to the lost sword of his fallen comrade. Out of no where the troll attacks and tares Aldred apart. The Chaos troll battles fiercely Johann was crushed in the creatures mutated claw. We were able to bring down the troll. It's necklace was made of warp stone. Gotrek suspects that the Skaven are responsible for placing it on the troll. If so, they're more resourceful than I expected. We should be careful not to underestimate them.
The dwarven spirit thanks us for clearing the hold. A secret room opens in the room with a magic symbol on the ground. Against the wall is a sword and a chest filled with bags of gold.
 
We locked the hold and made our way out of the halls. The Skaven harassed us very little if at all as we traveled back. Belegar thanked us for our efforts in the halls and allowed us to leave with the few treasures we acquired. We now begin the journey back to find out if our exploits are sufficient for The Guilded Iron to accept us as full members of the organization. I wonder if they expected us to return or not.