[Right][b]Heigh ho Heigh ho onto the cache we go...[/b][/right]

It was a grueling trip. Filled with blood, . danger...

..wait wrong script...

Except for the new members of the group, the undead and the new girl the trip onward was largely uneventful. 

Or well until the last 30 minutes after Ricon had said he has seen the markers for the cache. Shortly after there had sounded a blood chilling howl from the distance. No wolf orcoyote call that. But off in the distance it was. "No normal beast that was." Was the reaction Ricon gave. And with no evidence that whatever made it is close, the pyromancer had lead them on.

Soon rising from the ground a forest of high rocky crags. Blues and Grey and white stone rising from the ground capped by brown and green lichens and grass. And Ricon boldly walked into them, directing his fire sprities ahead and high lighting the way through the dark barely light stone paths. 

For an eternity it seemed he lead the group having to gently coax them along.

And like magic, somehow they ended up in a rocky grotto that sunk maybe 30 feet into the floor and soared up another 10 feet to an open rocky roof. And at the middle of the rocky atrium a small mound of yellow stone and from a small hole at its peak a little blue flame, naturally made it seems.

Ricon grinned, "Here we go. Just as I left it. Now then." And the grinning fire mage marched to the center of the room, picked up the flame, which then roared higher. He he held it for a time, "Fire is both life taking, and life giving, you know." He said. "Fire can immolate a farmer. Or after a wild fire new life can rise in the shadow of death." 

He turns the flame this way and that slowly, the icon of one of the innumerable old fire and life gods from ages past forming ss it moves. The fire symbol hovers then settles to the slopped floor behind the man. For a moment nothing happens. Other the the little blue flame reappearing at Ricons feet.

Then finally a crunch and a thump, and the floor where the symbol rests sinks down on magic crafted gears and guide ways. One of the sprites quickly flies down the newly revealed passage lighting the way. Already the red-yellow glow of gold can be seen down the tunnel. Ricon leads the way.

Andwhen the group catches up he's seated like a Marcher Lord on a throne carved from ruby and marble in the middle of piles if gold,coins, gems, jewelry, weapons and other riches. In his hand, he twirls a small silver scepter topped by an opal the size of a grapefruit. The grinning man looks at the others, "And before my fall, I had at least twenty more caches like this. My high robbery days were lucrative. Take what you like." He says, "I rather think I won't be back again. Money, gems, weapons, a few pairs of fine armor, I took off burned knights. Take what you like eh?" Generous is the former robber mage it seems. Even as he pockets some coins, gemstones and hangs a few necklaces and dons a ring or two.