Library of Jalaad (Chapter 6)

The journey from Omen to the library took a little over five hours. We could see the ancient city of Jalaad as we approached. The view from the air was breath-taking. The ancient city must have cover twenty to twenty-five square miles back in its hey day. In present day you could see all of the old foundations and outlines of areas that where once teaming with buildings and life. Now only about ten percent of the original buildings still had parts of their walls standing.  And they where all located within two miles of the huge unnatural building known as the Library of Jalaad.

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The Library is almost three thousand yards across the width of its front. Standing six floors tall. The size of it is unbelievable to conceive unless you see it with your own eyes. In all my travels across the continent of Talislanta, I have never seen a building as large and grand as the Library of Jalaad.

We circled the city twice, taking in the awe of the library and the surrounding area. Before we landed at the windship docks several hundred feet outside the main gate to the library. There was enough room for two windships at the docks. The western berth was already occupied by a Cymrillian merchant vessel. We were greeted at the docks by several Cymrillian ship handlers and a small attachment of Thrall guards. They escorted us down to the Cymrillian ran hostelry and explained most of the rules that visitors of the library must follow. As we where setting in the main taproom, we heard several bells begin to chime, coming from the direction of the Library. “”The library is closing for the day.” Explained the barkeeper. Many of the taprooms patron consisting of mainly Thrall guards and other mercenary guards began exiting the taproom thru the front door.  After a brief discussion we decided to exit the hostelry and see where everyone was going.

The group that left the taproom moments before us were gathered outside the hostelry. Across the courtyard we could see a large force of Aamanian Soldiers, numbering around forty with several Warrior-Priest leading them. They marched up to the main gates of the library and paused as if waiting for someone to exit the library.

Three Aamanian Priest where the first to exit the library gates. The moved northeast towards their company of guards and headed off into the ruins in the same direction. The next group to exit the library was a small group of Cymrillian mages and a Sindarian scholar talking with what appeared to be a Kasmirian Trap Mage. This group of researches made their way past us and headed towards the hostelry and entered the taproom. The crowd outside the hostelry remained as if awaiting another group to exit the library. Their patience  was rewarded with a tall gaunt figure dress in black and silver robes. Carrying a dark black staff in one hand and a leash made of two silver chains attached to a pair Night Demons that where trailing ten feet behind the Black Savant. He moved thru the courtyard with a smooth gate that made him appear to float mere inches off the ground. Heading towards the southeastern part of the ruins of Jalaad. The Black savant was the reason the group of guards gathered outside the hostelry. It is not everyday that one gets the chance to see a Black Savant. Most believe that they are just things of nightmares and child’s tales.

We returned to the warmth of the taproom and listened to those inside talking about the Black Savant and trying to guess why he was at the library. But our immediate concern was with the large group of Aamanians. After our encounter with the witch hunter and the Aamanian soldiers in the Yitek tombs, we needed to know if they where a related group and if they were also hunting for the Sepharan keys. Jh’tiel left the taproom a few hours after dark to go scout out the Aamanian camp. Barack and Bladez wandered off into the ruins of Jalaad to see if they could find anything of interest. The three returned just before midnight. Barack was in a bad mood because all the ruins within a mile or so of the library where already picked clean. Jh’tiel’s quest brought us back better information. The Aamanian’s camp was about a mile into the ruined city to the northeast. There where, three High Priests, seven or so Warrior-Priests. Along with about fifty well-disciplined guards. He overheard the High Priest Aaike talking with the other two priests about the missing party that Witch Hunter Aatorres, left with a few weeks ago. They felt he should be back by now from his mission to the north. And were concerned with the fact he hadn’t checked in with them in over a week. And maybe they should send out another party to locate the missing soldiers.

We stayed up late discussion our options. And decided that we should for now just keep our distance from the Aamanians and keep an eye out for what they are doing here, while we gather the information about the keys and hopefully learn away to decipher the text in the Sepharan tome.

The next morning we were awoken by one of the hostelries porters about an hour before the library was due to open. Kintarea and Jor-el decided that they would enter the library and began researching for answers to some of our more important unanswered questions. The rest of us would spend the day hanging around the hostelry trying to learn what ever we could about the surrounding area and abroad. It has been several weeks since we left Cymril and news about the outside world was in high demand.

As Kintarea and Jor-el were standing with the group of scholars from the hostelry just outside the gate waiting for the bell to signal the libraries door opening. Jor-el noticed that the Aamanian High Priest that Jh’tiel identified as Aaike, had a weary look to him. Much like the look that he and several of his companions have had since they started carrying the pieces of the keys. As the bell tolled, the High Priest locked eyes with Jor-el for a few seconds, not very long, but long enough for his danger sense to give him a warning. The Aamanian recognized the same weary look on Jor-el’s face, that Jor-el had recognized on his. They followed the group of scholars into the library and were directed to a section in the library that contained information on the Sepharan language and the keys. Kintarea asked to be shown any material that was about twenty-five hundred years old. But the scribe stated that, that section was currently being used by another library quest and they would have to wait until it was empty. She then had the scribe take them to books about the earliest known use of the Sepharan language and keys. He took us to a small alcove located in one of the top floors of the library and said he would be back just before lunch to show us out.  “I’ll bet you a thousand gold that the Aamanian’s are the ones occupying the Sepharan section we requested first. And he had the same weary look that myself, Barack, and Jh’tiel have had since we started carrying these keys. He has to have at least one of them in his possession.” Stated Jor-el as he was looking thru several different tomes. “No doubt that he does, the important thing is to insure that he doesn’t think we have several of them in our custody.” Replied Kintarea. They soon found several books about the language the Sepharan book was written in. The one with the most promise was written by an unknown author about an island off the eastern coast of the Kang Empire. It was about an island called Rune Island that was reportedly covered with many glyphs and runes, with the majority being of Sepharan origin.

ImageInside the Library of Jalaad

Before lunch the scribe returned and told them that their exit for lunch would be delayed and he would return when they may leave.

About an hour after the library opened for the day. we were asked to relocate our windship. They needed to double dock the two windship here so that a third windship due in could also dock. Right before lunch time one of the Thrall guards entered the hostelry and claimed that a Cymrillian Windship of War was just spotted on the horizon and making sail for the library. The hostelry staff began running around and straightening up around the place. We decided to get aboard our windship since it would provide the best vantage point to view the incoming vessel and also cut down on the time it would take us to leave the library if a hasty escape was warranted.

Windship of WarCymrillian Windship of War

The Cymrillian Windship of War was a very impressive vessel. It was a little over four hundred and fifty feet in length, a hundred feet a beam and  over one hundred and sixty feet tall, not including the masts. The vessel was called the “New Hope”. And only been flying the Talislanta sky’s for a few months. Barack learned later from one of the Danuvian Virago’s, that New Hope left Cymril about three months ago and traveled all around Talislanta gathering up small groups from several major lands and transported them here to the library.  What their main mission was, was unknown to the Virago but the people they picked up where people of power in their homelands. The New Hope’s maiden mission was one of extreme secretes and very important to the lands of Talislanta.

The guards for the hostelry formed an honor guard for the arriving vessel.  As it began to come in for its landing, fifty or so Blue Aeriad Rangers glided off the sides of the New Hope, and formed a defensive perimeter atop the nearby buildings and library walls. Once the vessel docked a huge landing ramp was lowered and a company of fifty Thrall guards debarked ahead of a group of scholars from several Talislanta countries.  The group of scholars consisted of ten Cymrillian Magician’s, five Sindarian Effectuator’s , three Dhuna Witches, three Mirin Alchemist, with one being the High Priestess of Borean. Also with the group where three Dracartan Thaumaturge’s, and two Hadjin Aristocrat’s. The group exited the windship dock and headed directly to the library.  Only briefly stopping to greet the owner of the hostelry.

Over the next few hours several hundred Thrall and Danuvian guards moved from the windship to an area just south of the docks and began setting up a huge camp that would be the base of operations for this large force while they where at the library. Another Cymrillian windship approached a few hours later and began unloading supplies. For the amount of supplies and soldiers involved it looked like the group was going to be at the library for several months.

That evening we discussed what had transpired during the day and felt very optimistic about the information that Kintarea had obtained from the library. The Calidian scribe had told Kintarea that he would make her a copy of the book she was researching and it would be completed tomorrow by closing. Shortly after we had finished our evening meal one of the Thrall guards entered covered in gray ash claiming that it was starting to snow outside. Jh’tiel shocked to hear that there was snow this far south went outside to investigate the claim. It was not snow but in fact ash. The Sindarian scholar who had dined with us the day before surmised that a volcano had erupted somewhere along the coast to southeast of here in the Kang Empire several days ago and the wave of ash was just now reaching our location being brought in by the wind currents. We settled down for the night hoping to get some well needed rest. If the research in the library continues to go well like today. we should be on our way towards the next pieces we need to decipher the keys in two to three days.

We awoke to a dark gray sky, ash was covering everything with two or three inches of gray soot that was blocking out eighty percent of the two suns light. Jor-el used the library to do research about the ancient windship captain he shared his mind with. Captain Tartomiras was a Phantasian windship captain of great renown. He had fought several deciding battles against the Air Pirates of Baratus.  He also noticed that the Aamanian’s were keeping an ever watchful eye on us. As we entered and exited the library several of the warrior-priest found us to be worthy of their visual inspection.

That night as with drank a few before dinner drinks in the taproom, several Aamanian soldiers and a warrior-priest entered and began talking to the bar keep. They were asking about supplies for their camp. Bladez told Jor-el that he was tired of this boring library and he was about to start a little fun. Before he could leave the table Jh’tiel grabbed his arm. “Hold on a few minutes, my friend.” He told the Arimite. “Let me get this crowd going a bit before you have your fun.” Jh’tiel stood up and bought the entire bar a round. “Drink on me my friends, for today was a good day!” He shouted above the crowds screams of thanks for the drinks. After the drinks were served he again bought another round. Seeing that the Aamanian’s were feeling uncomfortable around such a large crowd of rowdy unbelievers, Jor-el motioned Bladez to go ahead and start a scene. Hoping that it would erupt into a good barroom brawl.  Bladez’s got up from his seat and stumbled towards the Aamanians. Jor-el and Jh’tiel had a quick whispered discussion between them as Bladez bumped into one of the soldiers. The soldier reacted by pushing Bladez away from him. “Watch where your going you drunken lout!” He screamed as he fell back against the bar. “Do not interfere with the servants of Aa as they do his bidding.”  Before the warrior-priest could turn from the bar keep and get control of the situation. Barack stood up, toppling his table and shouting at the soldier. “Do not touch my friend, you religious zealot, no telling what filth your unholy hands might spread to him.” He started to close the ten feet between him and the soldier. The soldiers all drew their maces and told Barack and Bladez to step back. Barack already in a rage from thinking about how the Aamanian’s had murdered the Yitek’s in the wastes was dying for blood and only Aamanian blood would do. He raised his new blue diamond shield and jumped at the three soldiers. There was a loud cracking sound as the first soldiers body bent over backwards on the bar. Bladez followed Barack’s attack with several punches to the face of the soldier that pushed him away. The third soldier swung at Barack with his mace but missed.  Jor-el and Jh’tiel used these few moments of confusion to grab the warrior-priest and started dragging him out the thru the backdoor in the hostelries kitchen. Barack and Bladez’s made quick work of the two remaining soldiers as the bar erupted into a huge fight. Thralls where attacking other Thralls and Danuvian’s. Several Jhangara Mercenaries started screaming and punching anyone close to them. We all used the confusion caused by the bar fight to make our way out of the taproom and quickly boarded our windship. Within a few minutes we were heading southeast towards the Kang Empire and to our destination of Rune Island.

We instructed the captain to take the ship up to around nine thousand feet and get us out of here as fast as he could. Jor-el tied and gagged the warrior-priest in the hold of the Shriek. We headed south for a few hours then circled back around to the north. Before we start heading towards Rune Island we needed to pick up Veris from Omen. Jh’tiel and Jor-el spent the next few days interrogating the Aamanian warrior-priest. We learned that the Aamanian High Priest was named Aaike, and he did in fact have six pieces of a Sepharan key in his possession. They where at the library researching other possible locations for the keys. We had gained all the information from the Aamanian that we felt he had to offer. So somewhere over the Kang Empire, Barack drug the warrior-priest up on deck and dropped him over the side of the Shriek. we could hear him praying to Aa and begging his god to spare his life as he plummeted down into the night sky. With that we turned more to the east and made a direct line for Rune Island.


To The Maze city of Altan (Chapter 5)

The next morning Gifjef, had already packed up the Yitek supplies on the train of ahtra’s by the time we awoke. We set off southeast again to meet up with Veris. The next two days went by uneventful. Barack cared for the baby like it was his own. I think his people understand what it’s like to be all alone and not wanted in these hostile plains. And his was determined not to let this child have those same feeling. We spotted Veris’s windship around noon on the third day. And spent most of the rest of the day loading what supplies from the Yitek caravan onto the ship. Barack was in a rage most of the day because he couldn’t figure out how to load the ahtra’s into the ship. “Bah, can’t believe I’m leaving such valuable beasts  of burden in these godless plains! Each one is worth two hundred gold lemuns. And now some savage beast-man is going to eat them for a damn snack.” He complained as we set sail towards Altan.

As we passed into the territory of the Gryph, a large party of their scouts flew out to greet us. After several minutes of greeting and insuring them that we where just passing through on our way to my home. They agreed to escort us to Altan.

arianesAriane’s of Altan

We where meet by several of my people’s elders at the docking stone. Arianno, one of the elders who was currently only four-year sold in this life but had lived over a thousand life’s escorted my friends to one of the peaceful grottoes to enjoy a small meal and relax. I went to the Obelisks of Knowledge and began communing with its spirits in hope of finding guidance and knowledge about the Sepharan keys we had found. We ended up spending  almost a month in Altan gathering information on the keys and resting. Jh’tiel and Barack where the main reason we stayed so long. They took the blue diamond sarcophagus lid to one of the stone elders and requested that the blue diamond  be shaped so that they could add leather straps and transform it into a shield for Barack. The final product looked strange but it appeared to hold up in many test they preformed on it aboard the windship. Jor-el also asked the stone elders to remove the eyes off of the new adamant sword he found. In the end all they could do was close the eyes on it. But, at least now you don’t feel like some zealot of Aa is always staring at you when Jor-el has the sword out.

Through my research and knowledge that Arianno gave us. We found out that twenty-five hundred years ago the Sepharan. Collected up the seven keys and tried to use them to bring great ancient lords from the Neither Realms to this plane and destroy all living things with the hope of recreating it all as they thought it should be. And that my people who are usually neutral and only observe the world around them, decided to step in and prevent the Sepharan from completing their vile task. The Seven Keys were broke apart into seven pieces per key and hidden throughout the land. The seven pieces are a form of liquid existence, known as the Essence of Creation. It was created at the same time the universe was born. And when the seven pieces are placed together they create one of the keys. The keys will take any form, chosen by  ones assembling them. The Sepharan chose the form of writing for the keys. And the keys where not evil, they were simple what ever their new creator wanted them to be. Arianno wouldn’t tell us what could be done with one key or if all seven were needed to have the power that they weld. I also learned that several pieces of a key where hidden in an old place of power deep in the swamps Jhangara. Arianno also claimed that more information about the keys may be found at several different places, with the Library of Jalaad being the closest and safest place to begin looking.

We boarded the windship and said our farewells to the Ariane’s of Altan and headed south towards the Library of Jalaad.  About two days into our southern journey we could see a huge ominous black cloud off to the east, swirling high amongst the Volcanic Hills. Has we traveled closer to the vile black storm, Veris became more and more restless. Every mile forward caused his mood to darken. The pull of Omen became too much for him to endure. He instructed the Captain of the windship to head east towards a section of the Volcanic Hills that looked like a row of Oruk’s siting idle against the eastern edge of the wastelands we were flying over. “Take her down Captain, I can no longer resist the call of my ancestors. My time has come. I must take my journey down the Path of Calling.” Veris explained as he climbed down the rope ladder hanging off the side of the Shriek. And headed across the last few feet of the wastelands towards a path of ancient stone, carved steps that lead high up into the mountains. “I will contact you when my duty here is finished.” Where his final words as he began the long climb up the path.

omen stepsSteps of Beginning

Lost Tomb of Teelreyes (Chapter 4)

Jor-el lead us down the dry river bed heading towards the circling Khavir. Many of the khavir where now swooping down and landing apparently feeling  safe enough to land and eat whatever lay heading ahead of us in the ravine. As we came around one of the many bends in the ravine. Jor-el stopped us again and motioned for us to slowly move forward.

Ahead about forty yards away we could see a large camp with several earth tone tents setup against the western side of the ravine. The khavir, numbering around fifty, were all around the camp feasting on the remains of what appeared to be a tribe of desert nomads. I could see seven or eight tents, multiple crates that looked like supply crates. On the southern side of the tents I could make out a picket line with twenty or so ahtra picketed to the line. The bodies of the desert nomads lay around the camp as if the had just lost a battle against a superior force. Jor-el, Barack, and Bladez moved up to the camp to get a closer look. While the rest of us began searching the surrounding country side to see if we could find any signs of the attackers. Barack and Jh’tiel started searching the dead bodies. Barack told us that they were Yitek Tomb Robbers, and they where attack by a forces of twelve to fifteen armored men. Jh’tiel seemed to be concerned with several of the dead Yitek’s. Some of them had large circular burn wounds on their bodies, as if they were hit by some type of intense heat beam.  They also found small flakes of white lacquer on the Yitek weapons. Jh’tiel, was examining several bodies that where close to a small cave in the ravine, when he drew his sword and made a cut through the hide armor of the body he was looking at. His blue adamant sword made an identical cut through the hide armor and body of the corpse like the one that had caused the Yitek’s death. Who ever slew these two Yitek’s used a blade made of adamant. Bladez went to check on the ahtra’s tied up at the edge of the camp. At first all he could hear was the  baying and snorts of the desert beast. Then as if he was imagining it, he heard the cry of a baby. He moved pass the picket into the herd of beast and found a female Yitek with two white crossbow bolts in her back. She was laying face down and the baby cry was coming from under her. He called Barack over to the place where the dead mother and child lied together. Barack found a bag of goats mike on the mother’s side and started feeding the child who looked to be about five months old. Has Jor-el was scouting the area he found an unconscious Monad servant just outside the camp. I used my powers of healing that nature grants me and soon the Monad was sitting up. We all assembled back at the camp with the Monad and baby and discussed what we had each found.  Jor-el thinks that about seven hours ago at dawn a force of Aamanian’s attacked the Yitek camp. The Monad who we found out by trail told us his name was Girjef. He stated that late yesterday evening a group of Aamanian’s approached their camp and demanded that the Yitek’s stop excavating the site and leave at once.  Bendub-Wadi the leader told the Aamanian leader that the site was claimed by them by desert rights and that they would not withdrawal from the site until they were done completely exploring it. The men in white didn’t seem pleased with his answer and left our camp going back to the east the way they had come.

YitekYitek tomb Robber

Girjef, told us that he awoke early in the morning and went to the nearby well to get the days water for the camp. when he was returning he heard men and women screaming and the sounds of battle coming from the camp.  when he reached he camp many of the Yitek’s where dead and the soldiers in white where killing everyone. He saw their leader cast several white beams of light and burn the flesh of his Yitek masters. He ran into the camp going towards Bendub-Wadi and the last few Yiteks, when several of the white armored soldiers attacked him. The last think he remembers is one of the soldier’s white shields with a huge white eye on it coming towards his face.

Jor-el and Barack found armored tracks leading into the cave, but none coming out. It was obvious that the Aamanian’s went into the cave after slaying the Yitek’s and where still inside the tomb. Barack tasked Girjef with watching over the baby and we decided to investigate the cave. The natural appearing cave became a stone tomb about ten feet into it. We went in about a hundred feet or so through the stone corridor passing many burial places that the Yitek had already looted. Jor-el went ahead to scout out an area that appeared to have collapsed and recently cleared by the tomb robbers. After about five minutes he returned letting us know that he had found the Aamanian’s about two hundred feet ahead in a small temple looking chamber. Most of the soldiers where just standing around idly, while some type of Aamanian wizard and a few of the soldiers where attempting to open some type of door just beyond an altar at the far end of the room. The room was lit by several amber glass orbs filled with some type of blue flaming liquid. He drew a crude map on the tomb floor of the temple room that the soldiers where in. We quickly decided a plan of attack with Barack and Jh’tiel each entering the room thru both entrances with the rest of us split up behind them. We would take out the closest threats first and work together and move thru the room towards the wizard who is attempting to open the door.

AamanianGarthanosAamanian Soldiers

We slowly made our way to the temple room. The hallway teed off right before the room. allowing you to enter along the left or right way but no direct access to the room. A great setup for splitting attacking forces, but it also allows them to assault you from both sides if your surprised. And surprise them is exactly what we did. Barack charged into the room with a deathly roar and slayed two of the soldiers with his giant maul before they knew we were in the room. Jh’tiel entered on the left side and ran the closest soldier thru with his adamant blade and pinned the next one to the hard, stone wall with his shield before cutting his head off with a well placed strike with his blue adamant sword. I fired several arrows into the soldiers farther in the room from between Barack’s legs. Bladez and Jor-el entered behind Jh’tiel. Bladez quickly threw his deadly knives at one of the soldiers setting on a pew in the middle of the room. Jor-el took aim at the blue flame orbs and hit two of the three orbs in the room. Causing them to exploded in a bright blue flash of flame covering two soldiers on each side of the room in the unnatural blue flame they held within. As the Aamanian soldiers quickly regrouped from our initial surprise attack they began moving into defensive positions in the room. The Aamanian wizard cast a beam of white light at Jh’tiel’s chest, he barely raised his shield in time to deflect part of the powerful beam. Staggering Jh’tiel back several feet. During the next few minutes we battled with the soldiers in white using every ounce of our combat and magic training. The tide turned our way when Jh’tiel used some strange magic held with in his shield to cause a large wall of ice to appear above a group of four soldiers. when the large ice wall fell on top of them crushing them the shock felt by their companions gave us the upper hand to quickly take them out. Kintarea was attacking the wizard with her shamanism powers the whole fight. Finally she was able to get past his defenses and one of her spells of confusion made it past the wizards strong resistance. He bolted through the door behind the altar. Jor-el gave chase and told us he witnessed the wizard sprinting down the hall way and all of a sudden he saw a bright bluish orange flash of light and the wizard was gone. All that remained was the items he was carrying.

While myself and Kintarea tended to our parties wounds. Jor-el and Barack went down the new hallway and examines the remains of the Aamanian wizard. He had tripped some kind of long forgotten magical ward that ran across the hallway floor. They could see a one inch silver inscribed line crossing the hall right where the wizard meet his fate. With Jor-el’s danger sense not giving him any warning. He stepped across the band and picked up the strange white long sword. Barack quickly began stuffing the white leather armor and belongings of the wizard into one of his many sacks. “I think this was an Aamanian wizard Hunter, Jor-el, he whispered to the Jaka. They decided to scout ahead a little father before going back to the group.

This hallway opened into a large circular room that was block at the entrance by a twenty-five foot high wall that curves around the room, thirty feet in each direction. Jor-el went to the left while Barack took the right side. As Barack stepped by the barrier wall he came face to face with a huge scorpion man.

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He barely avoid the massive creatures deadly sword swing, by throwing himself backwards again the wall. Pushing off of the wall, Barack swing his hammer at the skathe’s exposed torso. But, his enjoyment was cut short as the skathe swung his giant silver sword and ripped a nasty wound in his abdomen.  Followed with a lightning swift strike at Barack’s head with its iron-hard stinger. As Barack was fighting for his life he could see Jor-el about sixty feet away engaging another scorpion man. And it looked like the skathe was getting the better of the swift Jaka. Barack began fighting in a defensive style using his massive hammer and all his strength trying to keep the scorpion man from stinging him with its vile looking stinger.

As Jor-el came around the corner he almost lost his head to a well placed strike from the skathe’s silver sword. Only his super fast reflexes kept it attached to his body. The sword strike missed his head but cut deep into his left shoulder. The skathe followed the sword strike with a violent tail strike. The stinger pierced deep into Jor-el’s side. Instantly injecting his body with a vile poison designed to shut down his body. His body absorbed the poison and began fighting it. Jor-el seeing that he was over matched by this beast at close quarters turned and fled the room running back towards his companions still in the temple room.

Barack was bringing all his strength to bear to fend of the first skathe when the second one joined in the assault on him. He began fighting a defensive fight against his two very aggressive opponents. Barack, was parrying, dodge, and evading every attack the two skathe launched at him. No wanting to be hit by the stingers or wicked looking silver weapons they welded.  He continued his defensive fight for several long and painful minutes waiting for his companions to arrive.

Jor-el didn’t have to go very far backs towards the room when he was met by us, rushing towards the sounds of battle we heard through the crypt. We all rushed into the circular room from both sides. The battle was fierce but we soon made short work of the two giant scorpionmen. They appeared to be built to fight head on, and When Jh’tiel and Bladez, attacked them from behind they perished swiftly. As we started to heal and gather our possessions from around the room after the fight. Bladez started screaming in pain and dropped his Arminite throwing knives he had just removed from one of the corpses. He was holding his hands before his face and you could see that whatever type of skathe body fluid he had gotten on his hands was burning his skin. I moved to his side to see if I could heal his new wounds, when the fetch on Kintarea’s staff started chuckling and hissing in its putrid tone. “See, the skathe, were created to kill demon kind, and they don’t like your demon blood, Master Knife Fighter, it burns your demon side.” Bladez refused to acknowledge the fetch’s accusations.

The chamber that the skathe where guarding was a large circular room about one hundred and fifty feet in diameter. The ceiling was a good hundred feet or so high and covered in darkness. The room was empty except for a large black iron circular rune with a red iron star in its center. Just outside the black iron circle where four life-like  Ahazu warrior statues. They looked as if they would come alive if provoked. Inside the magical circle was another life-like statue of a naked female whose skin was pale white. She had a third eye in the middle of her forehead and her body was covered in some type of strange runes, that looked to be tattooed into her skin.

After we rested for a few moments Barack, noticed that the blood from the skathe was boiling where it meet the black iron runes inscribed on the floor of this chamber.  Before we could stop him he reached down and lifted one of the huge skathe body’s and threw it across the black iron runes. The body exploded in a ball of flames and was consumed almost instantly.

Has we moved back from the ball of flame, the Ahazu’s sprang to life and attacked. Barack took the first assault from the Ahazu closest to him. By fate or shear luck he evade the multiple attacks from the strange yellow and red striped humanoid.  One of the Ahazu’s from the back of the room threw two large three bladed disc’s at Jor-el causing him to reel in pain as it leaped across the space separating the two. with a desperation shoot created from pain and panic Jor-el let loss one of his arrows about two feet from the leaping Ahazu. The light of all the moons but Zar must of been shining on Jor-el’s arrow as it pierced the left eye of the Ahazu and destroyed it’s brain hidden close behind. We fought the three remaining Ahazu’s for several minutes before we finished them off. Sometime during the fight with our four armed assailants the white skinned female transformed into smoke and drifted up towards the dark ceiling.  Jh’tiel fired one of his exploding crossbow bolts towards the ceiling, with the brief light created from the explosion we couldn’t see any sign of her but did notice several natural cracks in the ceiling that she could have used to escape in her smoke form.

As we explored the rest of the chamber to see if anything else was entombed down here, Bladez stumbled across some type of large object against the back wall that was enshrouded by invisibility.  Jor-el began feeling his way around the object and determined that it was some sort of large chest, and begin trying to open it by feel. Jh’tiel started running his hands over the chest as if his touch would tell him what was held inside. Jh’tiel started uttering the name Sepharan, and somethings about keys. Then he turned to me and asked what i knew about this hidden chest since it was created and placed here by my people almost twenty-five hundred years ago. I sat down on the floor and started concentrating on my Tamar, seeing if I could remember any old tales about the Sepharan and my people. As different memories began flashing in my mind, I started remembering bit’s and pieces about the Sepharan and their sacred keys that they were using to cause great harm many years ago. I warned Jor-el to keep the chest closed and to stop trying to open it. “Jor-el, leave it be. It holds an ancient power that almost destroyed the world years ago. I don’t believe its safe to open.” Right as I finished my statement to him, I heard the sound of a lock opening and the sound of creaking metal hinges that haven’t been used in thousands of years. Kintarea moved to the now open chest and used her orb of eery blue light to illuminate the inside of the chest. Inside the velvet red line chest where three, two foot long gold cylinders. each about six inches across. And a small book made of white flesh with thousands of strange glyphs written all over it. The runes on the book appeared to be the same as the one on the strange white female that escaped through the ceiling. Again I started to focus on my Tamar to see if I could find any knowledge about these items in my people’s past. Jh’tiel once again went into a trance using what ever super-natural ability he possessed to gain information about the past of objects he touched.  Together we concluded that these objects where part of the keys the ancient Sepharan’s used and the book most be some type of instructions. The cylinders were given one each to Jor-el, Barack and Jh’tiel. Kintarea took the tome, since she was the most comfortable carrying something that was once part of a living being.

We decided to exit the tomb and rest the night. After that we would go meet Veris at the meet up point and from there a trip to my home. The Maze City of Atlan was in order. Hopefully there we would find answers to these strange objects we just acquired.

The Plains of Golarin (Chapter 3)

We setup our camp at the base of the Watchstone, spending some time discussing the events that had transpired over the last day or so. When Veris walked a few yards away from our camp and began talking into a dark onyx stone he wore around his neck. “Get a few hours of sleep if you can, The Shriek will be meeting us in eight days just outside of Dhar. I have urgent matters to attend to in the southeast and if you wish to journey with me on my wind-ship I would advise you to be ready to travel at noon. I will not wait for any of you.” With that he laid down by the campfire and was soon asleep.

I awoke everyone as Veris began to stir. Since we had arrived at the Watchstone. His nerves were on edge and he seemed like he was about to break. I have read many stories about the horrible deaths of the , Xambrian’s at the hands of the black magic using Torquaran wizards. But I was almost excited about the fact I was going to witness an Xambrian Wizard Hunter first journey to Omen and the ritual of him receiving his Spiritblade.  Veris set out on a grueling pace towards the southeast. He was literally moving as a man possessed by a greater calling.

Our travels for the first two days went without interruption. I soon learned that Jor-el is extremely skilled at navigating and he always seems to take the path of least resistance. as he lead us through the plains,he seemed to avoid getting noticed by the normal, unfriendly, inhabitants of the plains. He would always seem to choose old ruins for us to rest in that weren’t occupied by other creatures. early on the second day Jor-el halted our force march to point out a large cloud of dust behind us to the southwest, that was swiftly moving to intersect us within five to six hours.

We got all of about four more miles across the plains. When suddenly Veris, Came to a sudden halt. “Alright, I’ll kill it. Just get out of my mind and let me be at peace.” He screamed at the top of his lungs.  Veris then turned towards the approaching dust cloud and began sprinting towards it shouting. “My ancestors call to me and demand that I slay the beast riding on the darkmane that is chasing us.” We had no choice but to follow Veris as he took off racing across the plains in hunt of a beast riding on a darkmane.  He keeps up the sprinting pace for almost two miles as we headed on a collision course for the beast hiding in the dust cloud. As we crested a small hill I could see a beast-man on a darkmane with fifteen to twenty of his brethren race across the small valley towards us.

beastman_plains_hunterBeast Man on Darkmane

We all silently act as one, moving into a spread out battle formation. Jor-el sprinted off to the east on all fours staying hidden in the tall grass searching for a spot that would allow him to use his longbow to better effect. Veris, Barack, Jh’tiel and Bladez rushed down the hill to hit the beast man forces full on. Kintarea and I followed behind the advancing warriors staying close enough to engage the wild beast man but hopefully far enough away to keep us out of range of their feral claws and teeth.

The lead beast man was a huge and menacing looking creature. Riding upon a vile looking darkmane stallion. Veris was twenty yards ahead of his companions when he leaped up and grabbed a hold of the darkmanes mane. Diving under the beast mans thrusting spear, he slammed his sword deep into the side of the beast man. He attempted to pull himself up on the back of the darkmane behind the beast man. Unfortunately his momentum carried him off the opposite side of the darkmane onto the hard ground. The force of Veris’s fall ripped his great-sword out of his grasp and left it firmly inserted in the side of the beast man. Barack stepped in front of the darkmane and swung his war maul with great force but missed. I released several arrows towards the darkmanes midnight black head, with my second arrow striking the beast between the eyes.  Causing the great beast to reel in pain and panic as it fell to the ground unconscious. The beast man rolled with the falling darkmane and landed on his feet beside Barack. It raised the great black spear it carried and attempted to impale Barack. Barack side-stepped the spear thrust and this time he didn’t miss with his war maul. With a downwards swing of the great maul he drove the head of it onto the top of the beast man’s head with such force that both of its thigh bones exploded out the front of the beast mans skin causing it to withering in pain on the ground. Veris withdrew his sword from the dying beast man’s side and struck off its head with one swing. As I turned my attention to the other beast man in the group I found only a few still standing and they were fighting their last battle on this world. Bladez was spinning and stabbing the last one of the four that had attacked him. Several more laid around the battle field with Jor-el’s arrows protruding from their bodies. And Kintarea and Jh’tiel make a deadly duo on the battle field. She was using her shamanism magic to distract and confuse the beast man as Jh’tiel was cutting them down like a farmer cutting ripe wheat ready for harvest.  As the last beast man was destroyed, Veris reached down and picked up the heavy black spear and began tearing it apart. After a few moments he was holding the head of the spear in his hands. But, the way he was holding it was more like the hilt of a sword with a wide flat spear blade as the pommel. I helped Kintarea heal the wounds of our companions and we searched the beast man seeing if we could find any thing of value. Barack asked Veris if he could hold the spear head and examine it. “This my giant, is not a spear head, but the hilt to my father’s great-sword. Some how this vile beast got his filthy hands on it and my ancestor’s wanted it back.” With that statement Veris turned back towards the east and headed off in the direction we were traveling in before this little diversion.

We traveled maybe ten more miles before Jor-el reported a small abandoned ruin that would provide the best protection for the night. Has Barack was patrolling our camp around midnight he heard Veris approaching him. “I have something I must do, it shouldn’t take me more than a day to finish. Continue on to the meet up point with The Shriek. I will meet you there. If I’m not there within a day of its arrival, take my windship where ever you wish for I will not have a need for it anymore.” And with that Veris headed north out into the dark night.

Around noon Jor-el reported seeing several flying creatures circling in the sky to the south several miles ahead of us. As we moved closer to the circling flying beast Jor-el again stopped us. “These flying creatures puzzle me. They appear to be Ravir’s a carrion eating beast that is only seen in the far west. I have never seen more than two Ravir’s together at once. I count more than twenty in that group that is fling ahead.” He told us as we stopped. “Ravir’s you say, I had a cousin from Iswan that went into the Werewoods looking to make it rich from one of the lost tombs there. All he got was a new Ravir companion who refused to leave him alone for many months. The damn thing would follow him around and verbally harass him and demand that he feed the think constantly. He ending up paying five hundred lumens to a Revenant to rid him of the beast.” exclaimed Bladez with a vile taste on his tongue. “That’s a fine story there Bladez, I’ll have to remember that one about a talking Khavir from the west. My brothers and sisters will surly enjoy my telling of that tell. Those are Khavir.” Explained Barack. “Nothing more than a large carrion eating bird that thrives on the many carcasses that these plains and the wastelands to the east provide them. They will not bother us other than screeching at us for interrupting their afternoon meal.” with that Barack motioned Jor-el to lead us down the dry river bed towards what ever these Khavir where feasting on.


The Watchstone (Chapter2)

I am being completely honest when I say that the top of the Watchstone is the last place I expected the portal to take us. With my limited knowledge of such arcane portal’s. I assumed that the puzzle-box would have released us some where closer to the City of Cymril, like the Cymril Woods or the Jasper Mountains.  The other members seemed just as confused as me, except for Veris. He immediately began pacing around and shouting commands in what I guess to be his ancient Xambrain tongue.

Jor-el and Jh’tiel walked around the top of the Watchstone studying the hundreds of All-Seeing Eyes of Aa. Jor-el estimate that there had to be eyes left here from several thousand faithful Orthodoxist. Barack sat in a corner slowly examining the puzzle-box. No one seems to notice that the accursed item had made the journey with us. I was sure it was still in Kintarea’s lab back in Cymril. As we began to regroup and prepare for the long trek down the winding old steps to the base of the Watchstone. Bladez pointed out a Windship of War heading towards us from the northeast.

Tallinlores Windship of WarWindship of War

When Bladez noticed the wind ship it was still several miles away. But there was no doubt in our minds that it was heading straight for us and the Watchstone. We fanned out into what ever defensive positions we could on top of the Watchstone. Jor-el and Jh’tiel took up positions a little ways down the steps hoping to have clear sight of the wind ship as it approached. As the airborne vessel approached it began to bank to the port side and come to a stop just out of longbow range. There was no apparent crew aboard. After a few moments I saw two figures walk onto the main deck. One appeared to be wearing the fetish mask of a Djaffer, and the other was an Malum Shadow Wizard. They stopped at the railing of the ship and studied us for a few moments. Myself and Veris were both standing on the closest edge of the Watchstone to the Windship, when the Malum Shadow Wizard started to speak to me in my mind. I could tell from the conversation that it was a three-way conversation between us and Veris. “Greeting Seven, I am most excited to see that you all passed the first trail without any losses.” was the greeting from the Malum in my mind. “Only a few more to go to see if you are worthy for what lies ahead of you along your destined path.” The conversation continued a few more moments between Veris and the Malum, before he bid us farewell and the great Windship began to turn and head off toward the Shadow Realm.

As we where having our discussion with the Malum, Jor-el had already began his decent down the Watchstone. With Bladez and Barack following behind him. The remaining three and myself decided we would discuss this strange encounter once we were safely at the bottom enjoying a warm fire. About half-way down the Watchstone Jor-el was attacked by a small group of Ravengers that flew in from the south and surrounded him. The battle was a swift and deadly encounter for the Ravengers. They highly underestimated Jor-el’s and Jh’tiel skills with their bows. Jor-el left several arrows in two of the Ravengers bodies as they plummeted downwards long dead before they ever hit the ground far below. The third Ravenger attempted to fly up towards the top of the Watchstone, hoping to reach safety there. But Jh’tiel’s incendiary crossbow bolts ensured that all he would find is a quick, flaming death from crossing paths with the deadly Mirin Scout. We reached the safety of the Plains of Golarin just before the twin suns began to rise and spread their glory across the plain. Jor-el scouted out an old camp that was probably used by Pilgrims of Aa to rest and gain their strength before they began the long journey up the Watchstone to view the place they deem most holy.

The Journey Begins (Chapter 1)

abcymrCity of Cymril

The twin suns rose with their normal radiance on a warm morning in the City of Cymril on the 29th day of Phandir. The day  started out to be an uneventful day much like the last several days. Barack, Bladez, and Jor-el would spend today sight-seeing around the city and casually looking for future employment. It wasn’t that they couldn’t find gainful employment, just that they still had considerable funds left over from their time in Danuvia. And no real desire to start working for a living again. They would spend the day sampling strange foods and drinks from all across Talislanta and finish the evening with a good dinner at the Jaded Wayfarer, with several of their new friends they have made during their stay in Cymril.

The large dinning table in the rear of the Jaded Wayfarer was setup tonight like it is set up the first night of every week. The staff would  place settings for seven and the eastern end of the table, Klienal’s assistants would drag the almost three hundred pound stone chair into place for the Kharakhan giant known as Barack to sit and enjoy dinner with his companions.

Bran’di the Ariane Seeker was always the first one to arrive for dinner. She would observe the others has they entered the inn and note how their day had went by the different ways they address their dinner companions. She was usually followed by the three Brothers in Arms, Barack, Bladez, and Jor-el. But on several occasions the paled skinned Mirin known only as Jh’tiel would arrive a few moments after her. The strange women whose race and origin doesn’t appear to based from Talislanta but claiming to be a native of Cymril Kintarea, would usually arrive right as the dinner drinks where being served. Veris, who was probably the strangest member of this very unusual group would always show up ten minutes after the first course was served. Usually in jovial spirits, but lately Veris has seemed to be in a very melancholy mood the last few meetings.

Dinner this evening was much like it was last week. Barack always started off by telling stories of his days as the leader of a small elite guard force that was responsible for defending the last Danuvian Queen. The rest of the group would laugh or make comments about the many stories he boasted about. With Jh’tiel and Veris rarely speaking except when they were address directly. I would silently listen to their tales so I could record them into my Tamar after dinner.

But this evening dinner would last longer than any of the previous ones. About twenty minutes into dinner a strange Pharesian peddler entered the Wayfarer’s dinning room and began setting up several small metal Bodorian looking dolls on his table.  He push a few buttons on the dolls and they began to play a lively tune and  slowly dancing around the table. Barack howled in laughter and offered the peddler several hundred gold lumens for the dolls. After the dolls finished their last song the peddler placed them back in their case and approached our table.

“Greetings, my friends. Allow me to introduce myself, I am Timmentote a simple peddler of normal items and the occasional rare treat. I’m greatly pleased with the fact you enjoyed my choice for tonight’s dinner entertainment.” In his deep voice Barack again asked to purchase the dolls. “Ah, I’m sorry my giant friend but these dolls have been in my family for ages and I don’t think my ancestors would allow me to sleep in peace if I parted company with them.” replied the peddler. Veris eyes glowed with a dark gaze at the mention of restless ancestors. “But, I do have a special item for sale that just might calm your desires for strange and unusual things friend giant.” The peddler reached into his pack and produced a finally made ornate ten by ten inch box made of rich hardwood and decorated with archaic symbols and beautiful silver inlay-ed designs. “This sir, is a Phaedran puzzle-box, an ancient item that was used to store rare and valuable treasures. I purchased it from an Sindarian collector in Nakar several days ago. But my equs fell earlier today and broke her left front leg. Causing me to walk the final miles to Cymril. For me to be able to continue on my journey to Zanth, I need to purchase a new mount.” After several minutes of haggling Barack, handed the peddler four hundred and fifty gold lumens in exchanged for the puzzle-box.

puzzleboxPhaedran Puzzle-Box

We spent several minutes discussing Barack’s new purchasing and amusing ourselves with the way it magically changed from a square to a triangle with push of a button.  Jh’tiel let us all know that he spoke with a Sindarian collector a several weeks ago that was an expert in all things Phaedran. He was sure that the collector could enlighten us on the exact workings of the box for a small fee. As dinner was winding down, Kintarea tapped her drinking glass with a fork. “Barack, if your willing to try a different route to gaining an understanding for your new box, I have several ancestors that might be able to help figure out the mysterious of the box.” After a few moments of discussion, several of us decided to excuse ourselves from the table and seek a private audience with Kintarea in one of the inn’s back rooms. Veris and Jor-el elected to stay in the dinning room and finish their drinks.

I closed the door behind me and waited to everyone to be seated. The back room in the inn wasn’t very big and once you added Barack’s considerable mass it was quite small. Once everyone was ready, Kintarea asked Barack to place the box on the table and step back. She opened her cloak and pulled out two small bags. she carefully withdrew two fetch’s out of the bags along with a third that was cover by a silver bag on top of her staff. Several of the group including myself drew in a shape breath of air, it wasn’t everyday that you saw a shrunken-head much less three at one time. “My Lady, you know that those are illegal in almost every civilized country?” exclaimed Jh’tiel. “They maybe pale one, but no social laws set by the unknowing could cause me to abandon my family, no matter what form they appear in.” stated Kintarea. She took an amber-crystal vial and drank some cinnamon smelling black liquid. Her eyes began to glaze over as if she was in some far away place of strange dreams. After several moments she began talking in a strange guttural language that consisted of many strange chirps and sounds. The three shrunken heads began chattering in the same foul language, and they appeared to be arguing with each other. After about fifteen minutes Kintarea appeared to snap out of her dream state and began writing on a piece of parchment. Here is the information we require.

“Always the morning follows the night, the rainbow after the rain.
Two days shall pass, the first one clear, for so it is ordained.
Start out at night and follow the way, to undo all the locks.
Press seven squares and you will see, what’s hid inside the box.”

“I must rest before doing any further magic towards the box and the riddle that my ancestors have given us.” Kintarea breathlessly uttered. The group agreed to meet at Kintarea’s alchemist shop in the Sindarian district an hour after noon the next day.

Kintarea shopKintarea’s Shop (By Tafewa Turner)

All seven of us actually arrived on time for our late noon appointment at Kintarea’s shop. Kintarea showed us upstairs to her personnel lab where she had cleared away enough space for all of us to get a better look at the puzzle-box. As everyone was discussing the riddle, Kintarea’s ancestors gave us. Jor-el picked up the parchment and glanced at it briefly and then picked up the box and began pushing the sides in a seemly random pattern. As he pushed the seventh side in the pattern he had decided on using, we were assaulted by a blinding flash of light and a loud bang. The last thing I remember is the sound of glass breaking.

I was one of the first too awake. It was completely dark as if the moon Zar had swallowed whole both of Talislanta’s suns. Within moments my companions all began to come too. After a few seconds in the darkness we realized that we where no longer in Kintarea’s shop in the Sindarian district of the City of Cymril. But in some small dark chamber that was  heavy with the odor of death and decay. Barack pulled a lantern out of his pack and used an ancient flame spell that he was taught by a Tanasian Magician during one of his old adventures, to light the lantern. As the lantern light illuminated the chamber, we discovered that we where in a crowded twenty by twenty room with several empty torch holders hanging high on the walls. Jh’tiel noticed two skeletons lying on the floor in front of the north wall. Has he bent down to pick up a small ruby encrusted, silver comb held in one of the skeletal hands. Barack began pulling on the torches and pushing stones to see if he could find a hidden release mechanism to open some unseen door.  When Barack pulled the southern torch bracket a low grumbling sound could be heard from the north wall as a door began to slowly open in the wall. The door was about eight feet wide and it was opening at a snails paces. It seemed like five minutes passed before the door had opened five to six inches. Kintarea drank another vial of her dream inducing potion and transformed into a small misty cloud. She slowly slipped under the cracked door and disappeared for several minutes. As she returned and assumed her original form, she stated that there was a spiral stairwell that headed down about a hundred or so feet and ended at a large iron door with a strange silver rune inscribed medallion on it. Barack and Jh’tiel reached down and grasped the door and began forcing it upwards not want to wait in this room for it to open on its own.  Once they had opened the door about two feet Veris slide under the door towards the stairs. He had gotten about half his body through the space when he screamed in terror yelling at us to pull him back into the room. Bladez and Jor-el grabbed Veris by his black leather boots and pulled him back into the room. Unfortunately he did not come back into the room by himself. Veris’s upper body was engulfed by some sort of large clear slime creature with multiple tentacles that where thrashing and flailing in every direction.

Scavenger slimeScavenger Slime

Luckily for Veris that the slime creature was much larger than him. There was barely enough room for Jh’tiel and Bladez to strike the beast with their weapons and destroy it without hitting him. Kintarea healed some of the worse acid like burns on Veris as we waited for the door to open fully. We decided that Jor-el should be the first to head down the steps since he was the fleetest of foot and had a natural sixth sense that tending to warn him of incoming dangers. The stairs where uneventful except for the few time Barack’s huge body got hung up making the tight turns.

The large black iron door at the bottom of the steps appeared to be unlocked. Jor-el, positioned himself to the side where he would have a clear shot with his Ariane white-wood longbow into the room as Barack slide the door open. As the light from the lantern lit up the room we could see a large room with a high vaulted ceiling. All of the walls were covered from the floor to ceiling with some type of red velvet curtains. In the center of the room I could see a large rug apparently made of some sort of animal hide dyed in different colors. Behind the rug was a large sarcophagus that appeared to be made of some type of blue crystal substance.

coffinBlue Diamond Sarcophagus

As Jor-el’s eyes came across the sarcophagus he immediately began getting a feeling of danger. “Beware the sarcophagus, my friends it holds a great danger.” he purred to us. We fanned out around the room as Veris, Barack, and Jh’tiel approached the sarcophagus. Jh’tiel noticed another animal skinned rug beyond the sarcophagus. As Kintarea examined the closer rug, she state that this rug is made of the skin of sentient humanoid beings and not animals. With Jh’tiel taking a closer look at the other rug, Veris reached down and removed a small silver rune inscribed seal off of the sarcophagus, identical to the one on the iron door. Veris had maybe cleared the sarcophagus by a few inches with the seal when the sarcophagus lid burst upwards off of the sarcophagus as if thrown off with some sort of arcane explosion. Hitting Veris full in the face and knocking him back unconscious several feet from the side of the sarcophagus where he was standing only seconds ago. As we scattered to avoid the sarcophagus lid that had now became a deadly projectile. A large ghastly form sprang out of the sarcophagus and did a flip through the air clearing a good thirty feet coming to a stop against the northern wall. It raised its hands in a threatening manner and began laughing hysterically and gave us a greeting. “Greetings to you The Seven, from Talinlore. May your first trail be your last.” it gasped. I unleashed one of my blunt arrows and struck a true shot to the ghastly beasts side. Followed by a barrage of arrows from Jor-el’s white-wood bow, but unlike my arrows his where sharp and made to tear through the flesh of both the living and the dead. And that is just what they did to the fell beast. Bladez threw two of his deadly Arminite knifes, sinking them both hilt deep into the decaying flesh of its huge chest. Barack not to be out done by our ranged attacks, leaped across the sarcophagus and landed a thundering blow with his ancient one hundred pound Drakken war maul. Crushing the creature head again the crypts stone wall with an explosion of flesh and stone smashing together, covering him in a bloody mess.

It took a moment to realize that the creature was dead. It happen so fast it was almost as if it didn’t happen. Bladez and Barack checked out the beast to make sure that it was really dead. Myself and Kintarea rushed to Veris side to see if he was still alive. Thankfully he still was, the force of the sarcophagus lid being thrust upwards had just knocked him unconscious. Jh’tiel continued to examine the flesh rugs and found a trap door beneath the north rug. After a few moments Kintarea had Veris back up on his feet and ready to continue.  Barack convinced Jh’tiel to help him turn the sarcophagus lid into a usable shield once they were free of this cursed crypt and back in more civilized lands.

Jor-el was lowered down the small trap door about seventy-five feet into a corridor heading east. Once Jor-el gave us the all clear signal the rest of us followed down. With Bladez using several well placed kicks on Barack’s shoulder when ever his large frame became stuck. The corridor headed east and sloped downwards for about three hundred yards and ended in wall with some sort of black swirling portal surrounded by silver and gold runes that were lit up by some type of magical flame.  After throwing several copper coins through the portal. Jor-el decided to go through with Barack’s rope tied around his waist. Jor-el went through the portal and was immediately assaulted by bright sunlight and a strong southerly breeze. He was standing on a large platform, high above the clouds. As he looked around the landing he was on, he noticed thousands of The All-seeing Eyes of Aa. Placed randomly around the platform. As he reached back to tug on the rope and give us the all clear, he noticed that the rope trailed behind him about ten feet and the other end just disappeared into thin air. After he gave us the all clear we all went through the portal and came out on the landing. I had never been up here on the top, but I have seen this place that is known as the Watchstone from afar. This huge white stone structure rises almost two miles above the Plains of Golarin. About a ten days journey south-west of my home in Altan.

WatchstoneThe Watchstone