I write this to while away the time as Master Grimm, studiously counts the coinage found here in this Hell Hole of a tomb… but I am ahead of myself, so let me go back.
After our encounter with the earth denizen it we decided it best to return to Tud (I know that doesn’t sound like anything that involves the word best, but bare with me). Here the folk rose up and tried to greet us as heroes. We made our way back to the Inn for a much needed wash and rest. The Inn was a glow and busy that night as performers from out of town began to play, a dancer of some small skill began the evening, accompanied by the most beautiful creature I have ever seen.
Her eyes, glow with an intensity that burns hotter than a dragons fire, Her gait is elegant and strong, her songs are clever and witty, and her laughter rings like the purest notes… her name is Yasmin, and I am smitten.
constantly her performance was interrupted by the local drunkard, and I paid good coin just to hear her golden voice sing once more, coin very well spent.
I was saddened when she rebuffed my initial advances, but as my masters often taught, it is not about the destination, but the journey.
upon entering my room I discovered that it had been ransacked, nothing appeared to be missing, but speaking with my companions it quickly became apparent that they had suffered a similar fate, someone wish to see the level of success the general tomb had brought us. I did not sleep well that night, knowing how easily someone had entered certainly keeps your nerves on edge.
Over breakfast we consulted with the bards, Yasmin sat beside me, and we spoke of the General’s tomb and our quest.Jermailyn, the dancer, told us she had some skills as a treasure hunter, and knew of traps and hidden doors, she could be of great use to us on our journey, and I will selfishly admit, that the odds of Yasmin coming improved if her companion were to join us. Master Grimm quickly drew up contracts for our new members, and once the paper work was signed and notarised, we resupplied and were off.
over the next few days a series of things happened that I will speak of here. Jermailyn is an interesting girl, one that bares watching, usually anyone with a treasure hunter title bares a little extra watching, but my concerns deepened when Master Grimm and Master Kal-tha-Mar informed me that her Raven companion speaks in the language of devils, nothing good can ever be spoken in a language of the lower planes. Although neither she nor the bird radiate evil, It makes me curious where one learns such a foul tongue. It may be worth noting that she has some skill with magic, what type of magic, or how it is used, or whether it is her, or just an item, I cannot be sure, as I was greatly distracted at the time of casting, and have not had the opportunity to question her privately since.
I should continue with my tale, as I can see Master Grimm nears the end of his task.
We arrived back at the tomb and quickly stabled the ass in the tombs lobby; I hope the creature is safe there, as there are known to be goblins in the area. True to her word Jermailyn was indeed skilled with the finding of hidden things, and although it took some doing, hidden passages were quickly found.
Areas of note would be
- A Well that was inscribed in the devil language with the word “life”
- An alter to a Devil God, with a metal snack within it, Tracy was quick to dispatch this creature
- A dangerous hallway with boulders that dropped and attempted to crush us
- A long narrow hallway with undead in the traipsing’s of the General
The undead had some skill in combat and it was a hard fought fight, I fear that the darkness may have overtaken us had it not be for the discipline in arms that my companions proudly adhered to, and the light of sweet sweet Yasmins voice, which caused our hearts to soar and our weapons to strike true, she is truly a wonder….
Due to the skills of Jermailyn we were afforded some small measure of rest and safety before continuing forth. A strict watch was kept throughout the night and the next day we prepared to travel onwards. In the night Jermailyn told us that her Raven spoke with a rat in the devil tongue, the rat spoke of a large flying creature with lighting that would face us with the dawn… the strangeness of the encounter holds true as I read what I have written… who, or what is this rat? Why did it aid us? is it a trap? the question in and of themselves were irrelevant, the rat was long gone, and there was nowhere to go but forward… we proceeded into a room which held a large tomb… a tapestry of the blood wars marked the grave… not a good omen.
As I approached the Alter a great mist began to form, and take the shape of a denizen of Air. As taught I did not give the creature time to catch its baring’s, if it took flight above us it could rain devastation upone us without mercy. Tracy lept into action as Master Grimm again began to summon the arcane powers of old and release the energies of the universe upon or attacker. Yasmin’s voice lifted our hearts once more, and her arrows peppered the creature as our stalwart friend Master Kal-tha-mar rallied our party with healing magics. Jermailyn began to fire her bow at the creature as well, and with a great deal of trouble we managed to subdue it.
The casket held no banner
The casket held no body
The casket held only treasure
Something is amiss here, I do not like it
My companions seem blinded by the prospects of treasure that they do not see what is so wrong about the situation.
We have a few minor passageways left to search, but as I see it, there are more than a few unanswered questions about this general, and I question if he is truly a Knight, whose honour deserved to be carried forth, the evidence thus far suggestion a fate much darker for the General of Tud.
Ah, Master Grimm is finished his task, I will continue this log the next time I am able
In Ra’s Divine Light