[ WP ] You are in charge of the party whose bodies were found later by the protagonists of a dungeon crawling game . Describe the almost-adventure of your doomed dungeon crawling party .

( I do n't know if this sort of thing is frowned upon, but I figured I'd post what came to my mind when I thought up this prompt ) 
 
 Again, there was nothing but stone. 
 
 `` You have to be joking,'' Gregor said under his breath, his sigh an all-too-familiar signal of his growing discomfort. `` There has to be some way out of here.'' 
 
 Timothy raised his gloved hand. `` Oh, I think I can help!'' he said, rushing forward. Feeling the wall and pressing his face to its cold surface, he appeared lost in concentration, searching fervently for something which Gregor knew to be absent. `` This is what you get,'' Gregor said, `` when you do n't bother to buy a lockpick. Listening to the damned rocks and hoping you'll come up with something.'' 
 
 `` Now now, have some faith,'' Tertula said, her now sullied white robes hanging close to her obviously wide frame. `` Timothy assured us he knew the ways of these walls, we should trust him,'' she said, her fingers entwined before her belt. 
 
 `` This is a shitshow, and you know it,'' came Gregor's retort, vitriol now fully exposed. `` We hire a thief who ca n't pick locks, a priestess who somehow thought relieving curses was more important than healing wounds, and what is it,'' he said, turning toward the be-spectacled form of Rudri, `` which makes sense in having a mage who can cast no magic?'' 
 
 Rudri, cheeks reddening, pointed at Gregor. `` You were the one who called us together, without so much as a hint as to where we would actually be going,'' he said, his lips then beginning to purse. `` I ca n't fathom what good would come from following the word of some blind fool as Gregor Falsestrike.'' 
 
 `` I will NOT be debased by some book-humping scholastic bastard!'' Gregor said, drawing his blade. `` I'll have you know I've done far worse to many a monster than you have ever done to even a bottle of water!'' 
 
 `` Yet again,'' retorted Rudri, his hands now by his side, fingers curling, `` I am confronted with absolute idiocy in the dank of some unknown cavern, all because I was lured by the foolish promise of a dolt and a vagabond!'' He lifted his arms and began to incant, when Tertula raised her hand. 
 
 `` I shall not abide such wanton betrayal!'' she exclaimed, her face contorted, muscles tensed. `` The Lord does not tolerate such duplicitous behavior!'' She started to shout some further invocation against the two when suddenly her eyes widened and her hand fell, the only reaction possible to the act of seeing, for the first and only time, a long, steel blade through her own chest. Gregor, his brow furrowed and his arms tense, withdrew the blade and stared wildly at the two remaining, Timothy, his face now still against the ancient stone, and Rudri, his gaze now wide and surprised. 
 
 And so it was that the party of Gregor fell beneath the earth.
