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Day 24

on November 12, 2013 in Jessup's Journal No Comments »

Jack is dead.  I hate this place, I need to feel the sun on my skin and look at the bright sky.  I hate the evil that is the very essence of this accursed jail.  I hate the creature that were imprisoned here, the designers that made the traps and the creature that now stalk its halls.

 

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Day 22 (Part Two)

It has been, and will continue to be a very long and dreadful night.   After Lunch, Walnert came down with a stomach issue that I could not treat with Magic or my healer’s kit.  He was explosively voiding from both ends.  It was decided he would go back to the camp while the rest of us continued to look for food and a way out.  We didn’t get very far when we entered yet another room.  This one had three sleeping dogs in it, very large dogs that were of a form I had not seen before.  Nickoly ordered Jack to attack and attack he did.  With the force of the party the dogs had no hope and were soon dispatched.  Upon examining them a sense of dread overcame me.  I think they are…were blink dogs.  We had just slaughtered three celestial beings.   This couldn’t bode well.

 

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What a day this was.  We rested from our prior adventures and struck out at the dawn of a new day rest period.  We all felt refreshed and invigorated.   We set out to go explore more of this new area and promptly came across, guess what?  A trap! It was a room that had a white marble stripe that ran from here to there to a pedestal with dark granite to either side.  It was obviously a trap.  But seeing as little Alexis was so intimidated by her failure to find the trap last time she held back.  I stepped up and defeated the lock before I thought to check it for traps.  There was one, but I did disable it before it had a chance to spring on us.  On the far side of this room there was a golden idol with two emerald eyes and a large pearl in the navel.  We debated how best to preceded.  I figure that since there was a pressure plate on the door and another along the floor that there was one on or rather under the idol.  Various ides were put forth including tying a rope around Alex and tossing her in the room, via Jack the almost giant. (more…)

I truly am not sure what day it is.  I think we have had 21 rest cycles now.  I can’t say days as I have no idea what time it may be as we are so far underground that the sun could be blazing in all its life giving glory or the moon casting evil shadows to give cover to nefarious nare -do-wells.  I pulled out my journal to write this entry only to discover that there are many pages missing.  As I look about the group I can only deduce that either the rouge has been going through my pack again, or The Lizard Folk had taken the pages in a misguided attempt to locate an exit to this accursed place or my final theory, and the one I deem most likely, is that the pages have sub come yet another unknown evil that prevails here in this endless warren.

We finally entered a new area.  We are at last free of the fiendish monstrosities that had plagued and tormented us for so long.  The final battle with the wear-rat and his demonic imp was rough but it allowed us to close the rift he had created which was allowing those foul beasts to slip into our dimension.  After we closed the rift and took care of this Longtail fellow, we regrouped, licked our wounds and limped back to the safe room we adopted as our camp.  We rested up and then set about clearing the last few rooms, which it turns out, were littered with Troglodytes and in the last room a giant fiendish praying mantis.  That massive creature was difficult to say the least.  Jack of all people was intimidated by it and ran out of the room, but I said a blessing over him and he went back with a vengeance.  In a word, he was PISSED.  Between him swinging that massive mace, Nickoly’s arrows and the efforts of the others they took the creature down.

 

We searched the troggies’s possessions and found nothing of value with the exception of a magical key.  It was in the shape of a key, but consisted of a blue glowing mist.  It was the key that opened  a door to the west.  We decided to rest up a few days to collect our wits and to think about what we were going to try next.   Jack, the big fellow, made some sort of coverings from the giant Mantis legs.  They were covered in a very sharp spine and he cured them and made them into coverings for the legs and arms that go over armor.  If anyone wearing them is tackled I should think the opponent would be in for a nasty little surprise.   We enjoyed ourselves  as much as we could.  I got to know Kalsiss a little better. The two lizard folk are brothers and mostly keep to themselves but have a fondness for the dice games.  I felt I had to oblige.  I did notice that Torc is talking less. I assume he is becoming sullen because he is so far away from his beloved nature and the calls of the wilds are strong to him.  I couldn’t imagine being so accustomed to openness and yet being trapped down here in this confined hell.

All the down time has given me a chance to reflect some.  I still don’t know where I am from or anything about my past, but I am confident in my skills, even the new ones I have acquired since Jan (pronounced Yawn) has passed.  I know nothing of my birth, childhood or even family.  I can only assume that I was the rascally young son of an important noble.  If my dear father and mother only knew what has befallen me.   But I digress, I have been wondering what this place was used for.  We have seen abundant evidence of great evil and indeed, even torture devices, chains and shackles.    I can only assume this dungeon was created as some sort of twisted and sick monument to horror.

 

Anyway, we packed up our gear and it was decided that Torc and the two Lizards would stay behind and guard the camp we have made.  We have collected too many weapons (mostly inferior quality but weapons none the less) to carry with us.  And all that smoked and dried squid to boot.   We headed with the new man MacTire to search out the door to our blue misty-ish vapor key thingy.  After a series of trial and errors we found it went to the northern most door on the west side.   It was a strange site indeed.  As Walnert went to insert it into the lock the key sort of dissipated into a cloud of blue mist that traveld the few inches to the lock and sort of poured itself into the lock.  The barrier simply faded away and we could open the door, which we did post haste.

Steppign through it we were in a long hallway that went on straight for several yards and ended in another door.  This one was interesting.  It looked as though it was made of oak, but upon very close inspection Alex noted that it was indeed Iron door, disguised to look of oak.  It took Alex, Walnert and myself to finally figure out that the locking mechanism was trapped but had a bypass under the chin of a Griffith, the mouth of which was the key slot.

This opened up into another hall with two other halls leading north about 60 feet apart.  Alex, her pet (Jack) Walnert and I went to the first hall while Antler and Nickoly went to the other.  Well attempted to go to the other.  They did, very usefully, discover a spiked pit trap and even were so kind to trigger it for use so that I wouldn’t fall in.  Alex climbed down and tied a rope to them and Jack hauled them up.  In gratitude for sparing me the trap I used my healing skills on both of them as they were hurt quite seriously.   So bad in fact that Walnert had to give Antler some of our precious few healing draughts.   We poked around for several more hours and came across many traps, almost every room seems to have at least one.  I disarmed a few but let Alex do her thing as she is want to do and claim all the glory.  I do believe we were making decent progress when we stumbled across a room containing several howlers.  A most disagreeable creature that lot is.  They are a cross between a very, very large dog and a porcupine with a terrifying howl.  We were able to dispatch them handily.  By we I mean the rest of the group.  I stayed back and kept some healing magic handy if things went south so to say.

After that almost as soon as the fight was over the very next room contained a trio of angry bugbears.   Over seven feet tall and well-armed these harry beasts started throwing javelins at us and so of course we had to deal with them.  Jack charged in and smacked one hard them missed.  Alex threw her daggers and Walnert’s pet cat tried to go all crazy kitty on them.  Nickoly kept filling them with arrows and walnert did the oddest thing.  He levitated the last one up almost to the ceiling.   The creature was surprised and Jack couldn’t reach it.  It did however throw its javelin down at jack but missed.  Nickoly used this moment to put two more arrows into the thing.  As soon as that happened Walnet concluded his spell and the beast fell the 30 feet to the floor hurting itself even further.   In the end we dispatched the three of them while taking so mild wounds.

Alex found a strong box that was trapped and opened it up, triggering the trap. She inhaled some sort of vapor that left her weak and coughing.  I treated her the best that I could with my kit (which is about half empty now).  She did get some nice bobbles from it though.   Walnert was looting the bugbears and came up with a key ring.  It had three keys.  One for each of the two doors to this room and one to the lock box.  Oops.

As everyone had exerted themselves and all but a few of us had been injured we decided to rest in this room for a rest period.

I fear that we may not make it out of here.  We are all out of trail rations and are subsisting on the meat of some of the things we kill and relying solely on the water I create.  This section seems much more deadly than the last with all the traps and the creatures we have seen are vastly more deadly than when we have faced as of yet.  I am concerned that this trend will only continue.

I find myself in a curios situation.  I woke up nude in a field with several others including a Half-Orc and a large human.  When we started to introduce ourselves we found that we knew our names and our occupations but nothing else, nothing more about our backgrounds.  I was amazed that I could know how to prepare for services and that I am a follower of Cayden Cailean, the god of freedom, ale, wine and bravery.  The Half-Orc, a very large greenish sort of hulking mass, said his name is Antler and proclaimed hisself the greatest of all wizards.  The other brute squad canidate introduced himself as Jack.  From his mannerisms and speech patterns it is easy to see his a fighter of some skill.    I felt it was in my best interest to keep my true profession to myself so I hinted that I was in training to become a cleric of my deity.   We also noticed we were not speaking our own native tongue but something we knew was called “Common”.  I could hear them and understand them, and they could, me.  It was most peculiar.

While we were pondering what strange twist of fate had brought us here sans clothing, a wagon arrived.  There were two men on the bench, an elderly one wearing leather armor and sporting a long sword that carries the marks of heavy use over many years, thought well cleaned and cared for.   The other was even older, but had on grey robes and those silly conical hats favored by wizards back home in… Drat, I still can’t remember it.   The robed one was quite talkative. I tried to be frinedly.  He offered water and bread that he said would help settle our stomachs.  I took some after watching him eat some himself.   He also offered us some large brightly colored orange robes to cover with.  Some of the others with us were quite obsessed with the fact that they had no clothing while myself, Osokrag and Torval seemed not to care.

We loaded into the wagon, after determining that the two wouldn’t answer any questions about why we were here, how we got here or the like.  So we rode in the back of the wagon to the nearby town.  I kept noticing that the wagons driver, the robed on, had carelessly left his coin pouch tied to his belt.  I was tempted to cut it and hold it for him until I could return it with a short lecture on the need of safe keeping ones possessions, but alas I didn’t have a dagger with me.

The country side was pleasant enough and the families we saw working the farm looked quaint enough of you consider living in a two room shack you built as quaint.   The farms looked productive, but not prosperous.  I noted this as I try to notice everything.   We crossed into town and it seemed to be market day.  We pulled up to a multi story building that had secure windows on all three levels, good proper security, if you ask me.  We went inside and met a dour woman who seemed to be devoid of any happiness.  Since I have no memory I can safely say she is the most humorless biddy I have ever met.

She took our names and asked our occupation and asked if we wished to continue this occupation or train in another.  I of course told her I’d like to continue on my path to becoming a servant of Cayden.  Antler was inclined to continue his path of being the greatest of all wizards and Jack was more than happy to “fight anything that needs fought”.    She then opened a lock box, with a rather nice looking sturdy lock, and proceeded to give each of us a purse filled with 75 gold coins.  She did this for all of us that had been collected in that meadow.  She told us to go buy whatever we wanted with it and to come back later to check with her and see if she had any job openings.

The three of us decided to strike out to the market together, safety in numbers and all that.  It seems the local merchants see the orange robes and think of rubes.  But between the imposing figures of my two companions I think we made out quite alright.  I picked up some nice traveling vestments, a holy text, a wooden holy symbol, a stout quarterstaff and some other specialized tools.  We then set about finding some lunch but noticed there was a gathering at the town hall.  We decided to check it out.

A meeting had been called to address an ongoing and worsening problem the tiny village was facing.  It seems an ogre had taken up residence in a cave complex west of the town and was demanding tribute of the locals.  They were happy to comply, by “offering” up items past their prime but seemed nice and shiny to the ogre.  They gave the ogre sickly sheep, chipped plates, sour beer and the like.  This had gone on for a while but the last two months the ogre’s demands increased and he took two hostages last time.  So the mayor and town council called the meeting to offer up some coin to anyone brave enough to go take the ogre out.

Of course we “volunteered” once we found out that there was a reward of coin.  We set about the town to collect some information.   They were gone a while. Darkness fell and I met three other new arrivals.  A female halfling by the name of Alex, Jan, a Female Dwarf Cleric of the Sun Goddess, and an Human male Archer named Nicoly and an Elf Wizard going by the name Walnert.  Alex is a kindred spirit to me in some ways if you ask me.  Jack is slow but carries about the largest mace I have ever seen and he says he likes to smash things.  I believe him.  Walnert I don’t quite trust, there is just something about him.  I will have to keep my eyes on him.  It’s not that I think he will betray me, it’s just he is very observant and seems to be talking everything in and storing it for further benefit.

We met back up with the others and we struck out even though it was dark because we found out that the local brewery had “offered” several barrels of spiked ale to the brute.  The brew master, a nice little (is there any other kind?) halfling had slipped in some oil of sleep weed into the ale and the ogre would at least be very groggy and at best asleep.

While on our way, it was discussed who should be in charge.  Jack didn’t care, no one trusts Alex, I declined as I am a man of the cloth, Alex said she would follow Jessup or Walnert.  Jan said she would follow the orders of Walnet as he is a learned gentleman.    It was decided that Nikoly would be our “War Cheif”who makes combat decisions and advises the Chief, and Walnert would be the over- all chief of our party.  I didn’t oppose as it doesn’t seem to matter to me.

As we were settling all of this the ground started shaking in a manner I have never felt.  Most of us fell down and couldn’t get up until the shaking stopped.