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June 4, 2011

Excerpts from the Journal of Henric Rickmen

Adventures, DM's Notes & Maps

13 Gozran 4709

Today whilst I was cataloging tomes in the library of the Academae I uncovered an unusual find. It was an obscure tome entitled ‘Whispers of the Immortal’ written in an older dialect of Hallit. It may prove to be of worth in my research.

18 Gozran 4709

‘Whispers of the Immortal’ is indeed an incredible find. It was apparently written by an unknown disciple of none other than Tar-Baphon himself. It documents his master’s journey from life to undeath and then on to divine ascension. The tome is certainly old enough to be from the time of Tar-Baphon’s rule. I will need to investigate this further.

20 Gozran 4709

My investigations into the origins of this fabulous tome have revealed that it was discovered by an adventurer within an ancient, trap-laden crypt in the Fangwood Forest. However my superiors claim that the authenticity of ‘Whispers of the Immortal’ can in their words “hardly be held credulous.” It seems that I will have to take it upon myself to validate this work.

22 Desnus 4709

My investigations have indeed corroborated my hypothesis concerning the locations of several seals covertly placed by an elite circle of the Shining Crusade with the intent to imprison Tar-Baphon. With the information that I have gathered from this tome and evidence that I found within the ancient crypt I believe that one of the seals is located somewhere within Darkmoon Vale. I am taking a sabbatical from my studies at the Academae and heading there to confirm my theory. I will be leaving on a ship for Almas in the morning.

15 Sarenith 4709

Perhaps it is just the sense of confinement from being aboard ship for the past three weeks that is the cause of my uneasiness. In my dreams I find myself upon a large stretch of unending, desolate wasteland with nothing but the blowing wind for companionship. No matter how far I travel in that dream place do I find any indication of life or civilization. Despite it all I find my time there oddly comforting.

23 Sarenith 4709

These confounding dreams continue to hound me night after night. There are times that it almost seems like the constant incessant blowing wind contains more than just the breeze. It almost seems that there is the faintest sound of a voice being carried upon the wind. What it is or what it is trying to communicate I cannot discern. Perhaps it is Nethys attempting to guide me? Perhaps the next time I am in this dream state I shall follow the voice in the wind and see where it takes me.

21 Erastus 4709

Today I arrived in Almas. The last month of the journey aboard the ship has been disjointed and I have no real recollection of it. Apparently I fell ill with fever and laid delirious for the remainder of the trip. The captain of the Celestial Sea informed me that I drifted in and out of consciousness and rambled incoherently about endless plains, the silent wind and a city of impossible proportions. Unfortunately I cannot recall any of these possible revelations.

Regardless the first order of business will be to secure proper provisions and recruit suitable companions in my endeavor.

23 Erastus 4709

This morning finds us on the road heading north from Almas. Hymmir assures me that we will arrive in the area of Darkmoon Vale within the fortnight. I hope that his assertions that he is well versed in the area will prove factual. After all of this time, being this close to my goal the sense of urgency is almost intolerable.

From information that I gained in Almas I believe that the seal is located somewhere in the catacombs beneath an ancient dwarven monastery in the shadow of Droskar’s Crag at the foothills of the Five Kings Mountains. Hopefully Grimbal lives up to his reputation as the best trapfinder in all of Andoran. The catacombs will undoubtedly be trap-laden when we arrive.

1 Arodus 4709

We have finally arrived at the crumbling ruins of the old monastery. The dreams have continued and the voice is calling louder to me. I have done my best to conceal the topic of my nightly dreams from the others. However I am beginning to suspect that Cilios is becoming aware that there is more to my nightly unrest than I am admitting to. I probably should not have brought another acolyte of Nethys with me. Regardless he will not interfere with my destiny. For that is what the whispering voice has promised awaits me within the hidden vaults below.

2 Arodus 4709

The kobolds in the lower caverns were little more than an annoyance and scattered before the combined might of Raksmit and Hymmir. Hymmir feels that we should hunt down the remainder of the tribe. They appear to be avoiding us for the time being. I am quite certain they will no longer prove to be a hindrance in our search for the Seal.

3 Arodus 4709

Grimbal has indeed proven himself invaluable in navigating the many traps that were laid within these ancient vaults. Even the pathetic attempts of the Seal’s guardian to defend the lower vault could not stand in the path to my destiny. I will keep him trapped within his crystal cage for the time being. He is powerless against me now but his knowledge of the Seal and these vaults may yet prove useful to my research.

We have located the Seal of the Whispering Tyrant within the deepest vault. It is exactly as it appeared within my dreams. Now all that remains is to unlock its ancient secrets. I stand at the threshold of greatness.

Posted by Hugh at 11:16 | Adventures, DM’s Notes & Maps

June 5, 2011

On the Right Track

Griselda's Journal

5 Kuthona 4709
Abandoned dwarven monastery

While we were examining a room in which the ceiling had collapsed, Liake found a gold scarab pin that radiates magic. No idea what it does. We went though a door carved with prayers to Aroden (again written in Old Hallit) to find some rather disgusting ghouls that needed killing. Once that was accomplished, we found some magical armor and a rather nice bastard sword. We also noticed that the room had many chains hanging in it, and had an altar being used as an alchemical bench with some horrible-smelling liquid sitting on it. Candal picked it up and managed to cover himself with it. I’m curious to see if he turns into a ghoul now, as I’ve since read some passages from a nearby book. I let the tome fall open to the most-used pages and found a recipe for “Necrotizing Serum.” Should be interesting.

We also read a journal by someone named Henrik; the last entry was a few months ago, and he appears to have been looking for the Seal of the Whispering Tyrant. I wonder if he is one of the bodies we just encountered. I decide to see if any tracks other than ours lead back out of the altar room, and find some steps leading down which have fairly recent tracks. Unfortunately, they enter a room filled with green poisonous gas. I cast a wind wall to try and dissipate the gas, which gave Candal enough time to run down and discover a furnace belching out more of the noxious fumes. We’ll need to prepare better to come back.

To pass the time, we check a few more areas that do not contain poisonous gas. Candal found a room filled with statues of Shining Crusades Knights. We find some more undead as well, and yet another one explodes on me— Candal is attempting to use his holy powers to remove disease on me— I wonder if he can actually do that.

Liake has been walking with Kasa, and it sounds like they’ve just found a secret door….

Posted by Kristin at 13:23 | Griselda’s Journal

June 19, 2011

Soul Cage

Griselda's Journal

5 Kuthona 4709
Abandoned dwarven monastery

Candal ran to open the door and stepped down into a room full of disembodied eyeballs. The gnome immediately began to cast fire spells at them, while simultaneously, an elf appeared in our midst from an unseen hiding place. Before introductions could be made, a creature of all eyes and mouths appeared amongst the eyeballs, which we then had to dispatch.

At some point, Kasa, never particularly sneaky, managed to pull a box from Candal’s bag. When he noticed it missing he chased her with an axe! I would have killed him on the spot had not several other things happened concurrently. I got the box from Kasa as she dropped it, and handed it off to Tythe. Her eyes lit up and whispered “run!” to me. We took off after the mammoth, with Liake and Salma also in pursuit. We soon outdistanced the paladin and our new elven companion and stopped to rest, and open the box— I had the key in my possession, for it was THE BOX for which we were questing. Feeling a bit weaker after opening the box, we found it contained a 1’ long quartz crystal wrapped in gold and rubies, resting in a bed of gold coins. Salma said it radiated magic, but not evil. Touching it, she disappeared. Liake touched it as well and did the same. After a quick glance at Tythe, I grabbed Kasa and the three of us touched the crystal as well.

We found ourselves standing in a volcanic crater under a blood red sky. An iron fortress with four octagon towers stood in front of us. Hundreds of iron chains hung from this, and from them, hundreds of screaming souls….

Posted by Kristin at 10:35 | Griselda’s Journal