Session 7 - 8

General Summary

Gwenda's Journal
It feels like nothing that has transpired in the past few days should have happened. Fleeing from pirates was strange enough, but exploring a cavern underneath a lake behind a silver tree to appease a goddess was far and away more absurd.
Let me back up: my brain can’t even process how much happened last night. There was a stone seal lifted at a specific time of night, which immediately led the cavern underneath it to start filling with water. There were gods-forsaken tile traps, a door that needed spheres, and angry furniture.
And there was a statue that talked: a presence of Chauntea, no doubt! I couldn’t believe how rude Cormag was towards her. Anyway, she wanted us to kill the source of the impurity on her “anchor” in this land. So we did.
Water filled more and more, and our escape effort cut too close. We did everything we could, but… we lost Kara. But then, we didn’t. She came down this morning in a bolt of lightning -- scratch that, AS a bolt of lightning -- minus one arm. I super want to know what happened, but she didn’t seem like she wanted to talk about it, and there’s no way I’m going to risk angering her.
I’ve never been so anxious in my life. I’ve never had to keep four other people alive like THIS before. Torm help us.
When we made the trek back to town, Mishmish cleverly invited one of the town guardians to supervise the trade of their gold for the removal of their death tattoos. The entire ship experience felt tense; I only hope we’ll never have to see those pirates again.

Report Date

01 Feb 2019