Planting 22, 593 CY, northern edge of Bright Desert For one brief moment, we hoped that perhaps they hadn’t come into the cave because some sort of sacred power was keeping them out. Grundl tried to scare them off with a few gruff words, and I pulled out the wand of magic missiles, intending to see if I could activate it. I did, hitting poor Strum in the back with the first shot! At any rate, their crossbow bolts could come inside the cave, so we decided discretion was the better part of valor and quickly retraced our steps to […]

We needed some time to think about the riddle, so we turned to the next sarcophagus in the room and repeated our search for traps, opening the lid and fighting the resulting lemure (devil) that opening the crypt summoned.