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Journal Entry Of Francis D'Angelo - Our Travels From Dawnbreak to Port Obsidia Part 3

JOURNAL of Francis D’Angelo, faithful tempest cleric of Zeus   We returned to the home of Joy Crustyleaf. Garomon, as the most silver-tongued member of our group, was appointed to truthfully report the fate of her son. We returned her son’s crossbow, armor and the (probably cursed?) ring of his father. We parted in silence and sadness.   I am pleased to report that Zeus smiles on us, and blessed us with a magical helmet of protection (previously worn by the barbarian companion of the defeated paladin). Since none of my comrades wished to wear such a heavy and constricting item, I humbly accepted it and wear it proudly.   As we continued along the road to Port Obsidia, we again heard magical music emanating from a nearby river. We investigated and came upon the most beautiful woman. She was slender as a nymph, with long flowing golden hair, skin as creamy and smooth as a pearl, and a voice that would rival Apollo himself. Her invitation to join her garden was like the caress of a warm wind that touched the soul with love and kindness. We all heard it and embraced it; I even knelt to propose to this woman, lovely as she was.   But Garomon, who seems to harbor a strange and inexplicable bitterness toward that which is beautiful, decided to ruin everything. Perhaps feeling slighted by her fondness of yours truly, the warlock unleashed an unprovoked barrage of spells upon the enchantress. She naturally became quite hostile, particularly toward Vik. I found myself in a momentary quandary, torn between my friends and my love. I probably made the wrong choice, but I sided with my friends and defended them against the rage of this scorned woman. When she fell, she withered away into nothingness, much like my heart, leaving only a green, glass-like dagger shaped like a leaf. After two days’ journey, we noticed a narrow path leading from the main road into the surrounding woods. Although some of our group wished to remain on the well-trodden road, other of us (myself included) lobbied in favor of following advice in the old scriptures to seek the path less-traveled-by. We found it led to the ancient and former capital city of Mournthorne. Most of the walled city was crumbling and overgrown; slowly being swallowed by the forest. It did not take long, however, before we discovered a staircase descending into a subterranean and long-forgotten ruin.   The structure seemed to be a temple of some sort. Throughout we found multiple sets of stone statutes, always in pairs: an angel with a sword, and a demon. We observed an old and tattered tapestry depicting a great battle between angels and devils, who seemed to be fighting over The Portal Stone, a large obsidian orb. From books we found in a library, we learned that dwarves delved too deep into the obsidian, uncovering the Portal Stone. Those who touched it disappeared and reappeared 800-1000 years in the future. While we were researching these items, we were able to find a few children’s coloring books to keep Vik entertained.   Deeper into the temple, we found a well, flowing with clean, fresh water, but without any obvious source. Vik, of course, thought it would be an excellent idea to drink the water, instantly collapsing and causing a statue to come to life. Thinking quickly, I used lesser restoration to revive Vik, which also stopped the statue in its tracks.   Eventually, we came upon an alter with a stone bowl carved into it, together with more angel and devil statues. We poured some of the water from the well into the bowl, awakening all the statues in the entire complex. Ordinarily, we would not have been too concerned, except that we quickly discovered that none of our ordinary weapons were effective against them. In desperation, Vik fought with the tiny glass dagger recovered from My Love, while Garomon and I blasted them with spells. Kat did her best, and I am pleased to report that she did not die at any point. After I expended my last spell, I goaded the remaining statues to focus their attacks on me so I could thunderously rebuke them. To my surprise, I found that I could avoid most of their slow and predictable attacks,and my strategy worked to give Garomon time to slowly wear them down. After we reduced the final statue to rubble, we found a secret door which we have yet to investigate.   Cumulative treasure and items: 218 gp, three healing potions (carried by Vik, Kat and Garomon), a scroll of lightning bolt (unallocated), a helmet of protection +1 (Francis), a metal shield (Francis), a morning star with leather grip (Francis) and a crown of bones (Vik).


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