Session 12 - Door into the Hill
General Summary
[28 Planting, 498TA]
After a bit of discussion as to what could be down in this strange tunnel, Jilken stepped in and started scouting ahead, just to get a lay of the land. Stepping through this strange doorway set into the side of the hill, she stalked forward and found that the tunnel turned to the left after about 20ft and there were another set of closed double-doors just out of sight.In front of the doors there was also a pillar with another confusing message, “A secret lies within the mound for those worthy of its boon, Seek the path within and face the Guardian of the Moon.” Calling back to the others and relaying what she had found, Jilken strained to think of moon goddesses and what kind of guardians they might have. While all three moons are related to particular goddesses, it seems most likely that this place is either related to Kal’enel or Eldath.
Hearing the word moon, Janora lifted an eyebrow and sighed a bit, “Well sounds like something I need to investigate, who else is coming with me?” Denye and Ell made vague noises of agreement and they joined Jilken inside before the large double doors.
Denye suggested that they take a few minutes for her to ritually cast Detect Magic and see if she could discover any magical traps. She began waving her wings and chirping in rhythmic patterns and a deep bass hum began to fill the tunnel. As the sound reached the tunnel edges, the entire place began to hum with slight Transmutation magic, while the door itself rang with some sort of Abjuration spell.
Turning back to the group Denye reported, “Well there is definitely something magical here. I don’t know exactly what the spell does...that would take some more time and study.”
Ell stepped up and pointed out that there was another phrase carved over the door itself that says, “Be who you are, be who you dream, Speak your true name to enter.”
Staring at it intently for a moment he went on to say, “Ell Darnet.” As his words echoed away, there was a deep bell tone from behind the doors.
Hearing this Jilken stepped forward and shared, “Jilken Jasop.” Again there was a deep bell tone.
“Oh, well done,” chirped Denye, who then turned to face the door before saying, “Denye Starwind of the Clan Dance of Twilight.” A third bell tone sounded from deep in the complex.
“Janora Crowcaller,” said the half-elf, coming to stand beside their companions. At the fourth name, the bell tone sounded once more and the doors swung open, revealing a long dark tunnel leading deeper.
“These must be the doors that we have to shut behind us so that we ‘traverse the darkness’ like it said in the front,” suggested Denye.
“Maybe,” shrugged Ell, “Or it could mean that our torches or magic won’t work in there.”
Janora laughed, “Well we might as well see” and cast 4 dancing globes of soft light down the tunnel. The light illuminated more of the tunnel ahead, until it curved off to the left.
Moving cautiously, the team started following the lights. The tunnel wound back and forth a bit, but eventually they came to a wooden door. Pinned to the door is a piece of parchment that says, “Keep to the straight and narrow.”
Opening the door, Jilken stepped into a small alcove leading into a large, well-lit, circular room. There is a similar alcove with an open doorway on the far side of the room. To the left and right stretched goldenoak panels and inset bookshelves, lit with inset sconces containing a variety of tomes as well as a scattering of treasure. The domed ceiling was intricately carved with a ring of mountains, trees, and birds topped with a scene of the night sky. Meanwhile the floor was a carefully crafted mosaic of interlocking gold and green rings.
Studying the floor for a moment, Ell said, “I propose that we don’t detour to investigate any of the interesting looking items on the shelves.”
Jilken nodded, “I agree. Maybe we should just run straight across. Something about this smells like a trap.”
“Well that is what the directions said,” Denye added, “so we should be safe to just run across.” With that the young Corvum dashed across the room and stopped in the alcove on the far side.
Seeing that nothing untoward had happened, the rest of the party ran across and moving through the doorway found another twisting tunnel. As they walked, Jilken said, “This seems almost too easy. The only real trap we’ve seen was that big room...and it was kind of obvious.”
Denye nodded, “Those puzzles seemed pretty straight forward. This place doesn’t seem to want to kill us, unless maybe if we don’t do what it says. So I’m going to trust for a bit that whoever put this here was trying to be clever, and I’m going to prove that I am more clever by following it along and cracking their code.”
Eventually they found their way to another door. This one had a small brass plaque that read “To kindle the flames, life’s force must flow.”
Pushing open the door, the party is almost deafened by the sound of falling water. Sending the dancing light into the room, revealed a roughly circular room. In the center was an ornately carved altar of some kind, but it was mostly obscured by the waterfall cascading out of a 3ft stone pipe in the ceiling. The walls to left and right held several large sigils and there was another closed door on the far side of the room.
Moving up to examine the platform Ell was able to make out that there seemed to be some sort of carvings that looked like they could be flames, but it was hard to tell with the water flowing over everything.
Jilken also moved up to the platform, “Well the sign said life’s force must flow...maybe we need to add blood.” She pulled out her dagger and stepped up onto the platform, intending to cut her forearm and let it drip in. Unfortunately the strength of the water knocked her feet out from under her and she ended up cutting the arm much deeper than she had intended.
Ell nods, “I think you have the right idea.” He pulled out his own dagger and cut his palm. Gathering a few drops of blood on the end of the blade, he flicked it into the torrent of water, but nothing happened. “I think we have to do something with these sigils on the walls,” said Denye. “It seems like there is one missing from each set.”
“Maybe we have to draw the missing sigils with blood,” suggested Ell. “I’ve already got a cut, I’ll do this one.” Stepping over to the wall he drew the sigil for the sun. All three glowed for a moment, before a loud grating sound could be heard overhead, and half the pipe was cut off by a rock panel.
Denye stepped over to the other wall and cutting her palm drew the sigil for sulfur. Again the sigils glowed and the water was cut off….leaving a ringing silence in the room.
Stepping forward it was now clear that the carved obsidian bowl was carved in the image of a bonfire frozen in place. Each corner pillar also had the same four large sigils.
Examining the still full bowl, Ell said, “Maybe we need to cast fire spells on it to burn away the water.”
Pointing a finger at it he cast Create Bonfire within the bowl. The flames sprung up for a moment, burning out a third of the water, before the energy was sucked into the bowl and the bottom glyph on the four pillars began to glow a deep sullen red.
“I can hit it with a firebolt,” offered Denye and pointed a claw at the bowl. A lance of flame flew out from her talon and burned out another third of the water. As the energy of the spell was drawn into the obsidian bowl, the second glyph began glowing a vibrant orange.
Ell cast another Create Bonfire, burning out the last of the water, and illuminating the third glyph in a cheery yellow. Denye followed that up with another firebolt. This one stayed burning for several seconds as the fourth glyph burst into a bright blue and the far door rose into the ceiling.
Seeing that Denye called out, “Let’s get through before it goes out. I don’t know if the door will shut again.” Agreeing the party made a swift egress and found themselves in another tunnel. This time the door at the end was made of metal, and the message painted on it read, “High tides rise, little things add up.”
Opening the door revealed another round room, bathed in a soft white light. The floor was covered with hundreds of small stones and at the center was a low circular wall. As the last of the party made their way in, a metal panel slid down, blocking the doorway, and Janora’s magical lights blinked out.
On the far side of the room is another door, this one made out of some dark blue metal. The door itself is sculpted with images of waves, fish, and other sea life. Looking at the low stone wall in the center revealed a deep narrow well.
Glancing down into the hole, Ell reported that it was about half full of water, and there was a glint of something metallic floating at the top, but it was too far down to reach.
“High tides rise,” muttered Denye, “little things add up. There are a lot of little stones in here. It might be some work, but I bet we could fill the hole with them.”
Setting to work the party quickly began to pour rocks down along the edges, so as not to bury whatever was floating. After about ten minutes of work, they were able to raise the water level high enough that Jilken was able to reach down and pull out a key. Seeing that it was made of the same metal as the door, she quickly moved to it and unlocked the door, pulling it open.
Moving on, the party found themselves once again in a dark tunnel. This time however there was no door at the end, rather the tunnel opened up into an oval chamber with three smaller tunnel mouths set against the back wall.
In the center of the room was a large pillar with a strange stone face carved into the side facing the adventurers. As they approached the face became animate and in a sonorous voice said, “To be reborn you first must die, new life the grave shall purify; choose your path and find a way, if you wish to see the day.”
Moving closer to examine the back wall, it was clear that there were carvings around each of the tunnel mouths. It was hard to make out, but the first tunnel seemed to have young animals and maybe seeds surrounding it. The second tunnel had mature trees around it, while the third tunnel had baskets of fruit and hanging meats.
After looking at all three Ell said, “Well the first room said to keep to the straight and narrow. This middle tunnel seems to line up with the one we just came out of so maybe that’s the tunnel we should pick.” “On the other hand,” said Janora, “the face said that we have to die...maybe that means the third tunnel. It seems to be the end of the cycle.”
Deciding that seemed a good argument for the third tunnel, Jilken led the way and crawled inside. After about 10ft or so a pair of spells were triggered and the tunnel was filled with both magical darkness and silence. Unable to communicate, the party kept moving, holding on to each other's feet to stay connected. The tunnel rose and fell gently but after fifteen minutes or so, the party came to the edge of the magical effects and found themselves in a large open space with two massive doors set into the wall.
Both glowed with a soft silver light and were covered with a beautiful mural of the sea kissing sandy beaches, while mountains rise in the distance and birds fly overhead. It is also apparent that the doors are ajar.
Moving inside the party found an enormous cavern, filled with what looked to be the ruins of a temple of some kind. Large green crystals gave off a subtle glow and provided just enough illumination that those without darkvision could see.
While discussing what to make of this strange structure, Janora paced around the edge of the cavern. It was clear that this structure, whatever it may have been, was not built here. But they were unable to spot anything that would suggest how it got here.
Traversing the ruins it began clear that the central portion still stood and finding a doorway, the team peaked inside. In the center of the room was a large crack in the earth from which gouted a tall flame. Beyond that was a large stone table with three objects upon it.
Entering the room, the party was confronted by a large minotaur carrying a gleaming battleaxe. “Why have you come here?,” he roared. “You may have passed the tests of the elements but how am I to know if you will use these treasures for the light.”
Jilken stepped forward, “Well, I would say that we have been fairly light focused. We try to help where we can, and we did just destroy a fairly evil tree.”
“That’s right, they are called Gulthias Trees,” added Denye. “There are two more out there somewhere and we’re trying to find them and destroy them. But I don’t know that there is a way to prove something like that. All I can say is that we didn’t know there were treasures down here, or at least I didn’t.”
“Mmm, there is truth to your words,” rumbled the Minotaur. “And there is the simple fact that you are here. This place was supposed to have long been sealed away from Vestra. That you found the entrance at all suggests the Star-Eyed’s blessing upon you.” Pointing at Jilken he added, “And you have clearly been touched by the goddess as well.”
Janora asked, “And who exactly is the Star-Eyed? I don’t believe I’ve heard that name before.”
The Minotaur simply laughed and leaning the double-headed axe against the stone altar spread his hand and said, “This shrine and the larger temple it was part of were dedicated to Kal’enel. We were attacked by the mad mage Kelevern, because of a powerful magical artifact that we protected. His forces overran us, but the great DrumRider Starsoul k’Sheyla called on the Warrior to protect us when our strength proved insufficient.”
Trailing off at that the Minotaur was silent for a moment before shaking his large head and continuing, “I was a mere acolyte at the time, only recently pledged to Her service. Starsoul did not say what she expected to happen. What did happen was that there was a flash of bright light and this shrine and I were transported into this cave. The Lady herself appeared to me and charged me with a geas to guard these treasures until such time as they were needed in the world again. In exchange I was granted...‘conditional’ immortality you might say.”
“I’m sorry to hear of your plight,” said Janora. “It sounds like you have been down here for quite some time.”
The Minotaur shook his head, “Oh no, it is no prison. I walk the Moonpaths with my Lady’s blessing, and so often speak to her avatars and departed. I have many teachers and have learned much since taking up my charge.”
“What exactly do you mean by ‘conditional’ immortality?” asked Ell suspiciously.
The large bullman snorted and with a wry face said, “I’m immortal as long as my physical body does not leave this cavern. If I were to leave this place that She protected, my years would catch up with me and I would crumble into dust.”
“We should bring you news,” said Denye. “Perhaps when we are done with our current mission, we could return and share some of what is happening in the world above. Would you like that?”
“That is a kind thought,” agreed the Minotaur. “It has been many years since I have seen the sun. You spoke of finding a Gulthias Tree, I know something of those blights, but I had thought them all long destroyed. If more are being found, they were either extremely well hidden or there are new vampires being created and destroyed. Neither bode particularly well for the material world. Perhaps that is why She opened the way for you. If darkness is rising, it may well be time for the Mover to come out of hiding.”
Clapping his hands together, the bullman went on, “So you have convinced me of your worth. There is but one final challenge. You must answer me these questions three.”
Uncertainly, but willing to give it a shot, the party agreed. Nodding, the Minotaur said, “Then the first riddle is this, “Iron roof, glass walls; Burns and burns, and never falls. What am I?”
A few moments of silence and thought passed and Denye’s eyes began pinning in excitement. Raising her head, she answered, “A lamp.”
“You are correct, small one,” rumbled the large bullman. “Hear then the second riddle. I run but do not walk and fall but am not harmed; Controlled I am life-giving, but too much will kill you. What am I?”
This time, it was Jilken who in a small voice said, “Water.”
Again the Minotaur nodded, “Well done, this then is the final question. I follow and lead as you pass, no matter the color of your dress my darkness lasts. I flee the light but without the sun, Your view of me would be gone.”
Ell quickly provided the correct answer, “A shadow.”
Again the large Minotaur clapped his hands, “You have correctly answered all three questions so you are free to take all three items. May you use them well.” Stepping back from the altar, he leaned against one of the walls, his axe against his leg.
Stepping up to the altar the party found a medium sized brass bell with a mahogany handle. The handle was covered in small indecipherable runes, but overtop was written a phrase in Celestial. Ell translated it as “Dralloe moves.”
The other two items were a burning feather in a glass vial and a small chunk of obsidian filled with mica chips carved to look like a dragon scale on a bronze chain.
Looking at the feather, Ell shared that firebird feathers were often rumored to restore life. He also muttered something about recognizing the name Dralloe, but not being able to place it.
“Well, given a bit of time, I should be able to identify what the others do,” said Denye. Turning to the Minotaur she went on, “This is quite generous, are you sure we can have all of this?” This statement ended in a squawk as she finished turning her head and discovered that the Minotaur had vanished.”
Turning back to the others, Ell just shrugged, “I feel like we should maybe leave something of ours in return.”
Jilken pulled out the copy of “Baby Dragon Razes a Village” that she had found. “We can leave this. I’ve already read it twice.”
Ell smiled, “Perhaps since we are taking treasures, maybe we leave the key that opened up the treasure vault in the Citadel.” Agreeing that this was a good plan, he laid it on the altar as Janora moved to peer through the doorway beyond the stone slab.
They reported a spiral staircase leading up. Deciding to go for it, the party began climbing the stairs. It proved to take more than an hour to reach the top, but the stairs opened up into a small cave that opens onto late afternoon daylight.
Exiting the cave mouth, the team found themselves standing on top of a large hill. Looking around, the cave had vanished behind them, but the four horses were clearly visible when they had been left. Making their way down the hill, Ell muttered, “That was quite odd.”
Denye agreed, “That was a very strange place.”
Gathering the horse the party saddled up and making their way back to the main road put several more hours behind them on their way to Port Frost. Eventually it started getting dark and the party began hunting for a campsite.
Jilken found them a small pocket valley with a bit of a rock shelf for cover. Making camp for the night, Denye deployed an alarm spell and Jilken built up a bit of cover to hide the fire. The night was quiet as everyone made dinner and sought their bedrolls, uncertain over the day's events. The watches passed in peace, however Ell was contacted by the Voice in a dream.
[29 Planting, 498 TA]
The morning broke overcast, but eventually the sun came out and burned off the clouds. The morning passed without incident, our four adventurers each wrapped in their own thoughts. The afternoon began much the same, but was interrupted when Jilken spotted an old man standing by the side of the road. Drawing closer the group saw that this was quite the old man standing next to a green dyrall. He was dressed in a loose faded grey robe and had a large floppy black hat. His wrinkled sunken face was in shadow and his ridiculously long beard trailing down to the ground.Stopping as they drew near the old man hailed them, “Well good day! You couldn’t be so kind as to tell me where I am would you?”
“Well, that depends,” said Janora with a hint of suspicion, “Where do you think you are?”
“That is exactly the problem, I don’t know,” shouted the crazed old man.”I travel so much that I often lose track. And I don’t alway end up where I plan to go. Valan here usually handles the details, but he’s being stubborn.”
“Your dyrall plans your travel,” Janora started to ask before being cut off by the old man again. “But I also usually end up where I need to be. So I must be here….but it would be quite nice to know where here is exactly.”
Denye clucked, “That sounds like quite a confusing life. You are on the road between Port Frost and Wexwood in northwestern Ellebore.”
“Ellebore, Ellebore,” muttered the old man, “That’s on Vestra, isn’t it? Lovely place, lots of green, I really should visit.” Then looking up, he seemed quite surprised to see the party. “Ah travelers, hello there. Allow me to introduce myself, the name is Fizgand. I am a trader in curios and artifacts, I have some very lovely pieces if you are interested. Oh, what were your names again?”
The party made introductions and as they finished, Jilken asked, “And what exactly is it that you would be selling?”
“Oh,” warbled the old man, “I have some truly interesting items right now. Come, come, come, let me show you.” Stepping around the back of the dyrall, he opened a large wooden case, revealing five items in nestled velvet padding.
The first item was a small wooden box with an inlaid agate cameo of a male human. The second, a monocle of rose-tinted glass. Next was a brass circlet set with a carved moonstone owl and a pair of black silk slippers embroidered with iridescent spiderwebs. The final item was a small wooden box, which Fizgand opened to reveal a tiny boat crafted from a walnut shell.
Turning to smile at the group again, Fizgand went on, “I always seem to find some rather unique treasures along my journeys. Perhaps something you might be interested in? Or an item you might wish to trade?” Pointing at the small boat, Jilken asked, “What is that tiny thing?”
Fizgand picked up the box and said, “Ah yes, my pride and joy. Now I’m not exactly sure what it does, but I do know that it has quite powerful magic.”
“Hmm,” muttered Jilken. “And what about those slippers, the design looks familiar?”
“Aren’t they lovely,” replied Fizgand, “I picked those while in…you know I’m not quite sure.”
Jilken smiled, “Was it dark there?”
The old man thought for a moment, “You know, it was it was it. Quite dark as a matter of fact. Do you know the place? Have you been?”
“Not exactly,” Jilken replied with a gleam in her eye, “But I believe it is somewhere I would quite like to visit someday. The others didn’t want to explore that tunnel unfortunately.”
“We’re probably going to have to eventually,” muttered Denye, “but that’s another story entirely.” Jilken laughed in response.
Turning to address the others, Fizgand queried, “Anything that you others might be interested in? All powerful magic.” Dropping his hands he went on in a stage whisper, “Now to be perfectly honest I don’t really know what they all do...just that they are all magical.”
Denye shrugged her wings, “The monocle looks interesting, do you know what it does?”
“Oh yes,” smiled Fizgand, “Do you like it? Only 60gp.”
Ell also chimed in, “I would be interested in looking at the small box with the cameo.”
“Of course, of course,” replied the old man, “Now this one I do know what it does. Once a day it creates a cookie. A goodberry cookie to be precise, so tasty and nutritious. Only 50gp.”
Taking the box and looking inside, Ell said, “Once a day, you say? That is rather interesting.” After examining it for a moment, he went on, ”I’ll give you 30gp and a piece of manticore shell.”
“Is it magical?” asked the old man excitedly.
“Well, I have been told that it is a useful spell component,” replied Ell.
Fizgand frowned, “Hmm, well this is guaranteed healing...but I suppose I can accept your offer, tho what I am going to do with a manticore shell, I don’t know. “ After accepting the gold, he turned back to Denye, “And you my dear, would you like to see the monocle?”
Agreeing, Denye began a thorough inspection and appraisal of the rose tinted circle of glass, her large avian eyes dilating in and out. Learning that there was indeed a charm on it that made the wearer invulnerable to Fear. However there were also deeper hits of a curse of some kind under that spell.
Handing it back to the old man, she shook her head and wincing a bit said, “No thank you. Something is a little off about that.”
Fizgand accepted the monocle and set it back in the case, “Fair enough, fair enough. How about the rest of you? Were you interested in the slippers or perhaps the boat. I should warn you however that the boat is quite a bit more expensive.”
Jilken crossed her arms, “How expensive?”
Fizgand pulled on his beard for a moment, “Well, for the slippers, let me think. 200gp, yes I think that would be a fair price. The small boat on the other hand, I don’t think I could part with that for less than 3000gp.”
Jilken blinked, “Well that is a bit out of my price range. 200 for the slippers isn’t bad, but still too rich for me.” Janora, who had been silently looking over everything, stepped up and asked, “Can I take a look at those slippers?” Examining them for a moment showed that they were definitely enchanted and based on the spider motif, it was mostly some kind of climbing spell. Handing the pair of shoes back to the old man, they shook their head, “No, I don’t think the spiders would agree with my dogs.” Accepting them back, Fizgand put the shoes in the case. “No harm in looking. And you young man, that circlet looks quite nice with your hair.” Ell smirked a bit and asked, “Do you know what it does?” The old trader pulled on his beard for a few moments. “I’m told that it gives you darkvision. I have never tried it on myself. Terrified of owls you know. Have you ever met the Scythereans?” As he said the name a terrified shudder ran through his body. “No, can’t say that I have,” answered Ell, “Would you be interested in a trade? I have these Lenses of Illumination. They have a curious little charm on them that you might like. You can read anything you want in the dark ” Taking them, the old man held the glasses close to his face and began turning them this way and that. “Yes, I do believe these would be an acceptable trade. Well, if there is nothing else you all have a good day and safe travels. Perhaps I shall meet you on the road again...don’t forget, Fizgand’s the name!”
The party mounted and turned their horses westward toward Port Frost. As they rode away, Ell sighed, “Well he was certainly mysterious.” Turning to look behind them, Ell cursed, “And now he’s disappeared!” Jilken chuckled, “He was eccentric, but I kind of liked him. I’ll bet we do see him again.”
Denye sighed, “Seems to me like the gods are playing with us.”
Jilken grinned, “They have been helping us so far.”
Ell groaned at that, “Yeah and it’s the ‘so far’ that’s a problem.”
The conversation and banter continued for some time as the party drew ever closer to the next stage of their journey. When it became clear that they were not going to reach the town by day’s end they began searching for a likely camping spot. Finding a small stream near some large conifers, Janora took the horses down to the water while the others made camp.
Securing the mounts and leaving them to browse, they turned and began walking back up to where Ell was laying out bedrolls. As they did so, the wind changed and Janora’s nose wrinkled at a horrible smell, that of rancid, rotting meat, as it suddenly washed over the campsite. A moment later Denye, who had been laying out her alarm spell, let out a squawk as an enormous creature came lumbering into the clearing.
Once a beast of a troll, it was clear that the smell was coming from this monstrosity. The skin was peeled away from most of its body, rotting and decaying muscle below almost melting off of this thing, yet still it lumbered forward with hate in its eyes.
Ell jumped up and spread his hands, yelling, “Whoa, what the hell are you?”
Jilken meanwhile was a bit more practical and quickly whipped up her heavy crossbow to shoot the thing. Unfortunately she was a little quick on the draw and the arrow thudded into a tree behind the monster.
Janora, taking one look at the creature took a step forward and raised their hands. With an almost canine growl, the palms blazed with fire as two lances of flame shot out at the decaying troll. Grunting at the sudden flame, the troll attempted to swerve, but one of the beams still hit the shoulder, burning away even more of the rotting pus and flayed skin.
Denye, taking inspiration, let off a firebolt straight to it’s chest before ducking behind a nearby rock. Seeing Janora still near, the troll ran forward raking claws grasping at the half-elven witch as the monster picked them up and bit down into Janora’s bicep. Dropping Janora’s now unconscious body on the ground the creature raised its fists and let out a dreadful howl.
Ell stared in shocked horror as the creature dropped his friend. Pointing a shaking finger at the troll, he cast Ray of Frost at it. His shaking was too much however and the shot went wide. Seeing that, Ell dropped the hand and ran to find cover among some other boulders.
Jilken pulled out her other crossbow, and giving a quick kiss to the flower, shot the creature dead in the chest. As the bolt hit, sparks of lightning cascaded around and thorny vines rose up where the sparks hit the ground locking the troll in place.
Seeing Janora fall, Denye came running up, cawing and flapping her feathers before stopping short and letting out a tremendous shriek that blew the troll backward, the thorns from Jilken’s spell ripping even deeper as it was torn loose and thrown against a tree.
Standing up, the troll came running back and took a swing at Denye, it’s sharp, crusted claws catching in her feathers. Letting out a squawk of alarm she jumped back, evading its grip and bite.
Ell, realizing that his magic wasn’t cutting it this time, pulled out the Odomic dart and with a quick flick of his wrist, the sharp missile lodged itself in his shoulder. After muttering an arcane word, he shouted, “He can’t move with that dart in his shoulder” and ran up to Janora and knelt beside them.
Jilken, still trained on the creature, let loose another crossbow bolt. This hit directly in one of the troll's eyes, the flames from the burning bolt cascading across its face.
Seeing that Ell had gotten to the fallen Janora, Denye turned her attention to this huge monster that had just attacked her and letting off another sonic shriek blew the troll back again. The odomic dart ripped free from its shoulder as it was shoved back and the decaying troll landed on the ground with a sickening thump. Ell quickly fed Janora a goodberry cookie and the party collapsed on to their bedrolls. After treating the various injuries, everyone quickly ate dinner and crawled into bed. Again, the night was quiet for most. Denye, however, found herself having an unexpected dream.
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04 Dec 2020
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