Echoes of a Forsaken Past
- Our Story Begins (Session 1)
Several new arrivals in town heralded an odd occurrence. The ground shook, and when it did, a farmhouse near the town was swallowed into a sinkhole, and destroyed. It had taken with it a farmer, whose wife was – as one might expect – panicked about the whole thing.
I rounded up a few locals – mostly the new arrivals, who haven’t fallen into the calm, disinterested mood of this town – and examined it, to find a bundle of bandits searching the house. They were aggressive, to say the least. I offered them a chance to surrender, but they refused, and were dispatched. More of them were hiding in a small cavern below, where the farmer was laying, injured. But this was not the most curious thing.
The cavern broke out into a long hallway, clearly carved, part of some ancient construction. I reported back to Dorian, who wants me to investigate, to see if there is any more danger of cave-ins that could disrupt the town. I convinced most of the others I met to join me, but I have an odd feeling that they are not yet a strong enough group. I don’t know what’s there, but I am certain something is down that hallway, and unwilling to give us any of it’s territory.
Sarah continues to grow. I like to think that perhaps if we had children, they would have been like her.
I think of you every day. Can you hear my prayers?
- The Tunnels Below (Session 2)
You remember when Fightmaster Kex spent three days teaching me the logistics of fighting six-foot beetles? And I complained because this was an absurd situation that would never ever come into any sort of use? I was wrong about that.
- Entering the Halls (Session 3)
At Dorian’s behest, we (myself and a small group of interested others) have explored the tunnels revealed by the recent collapse. Unfortunately little has been revealed.
From the sinkhole, we accessed a long, winding tunnel, which led to some ancient structure. We were attacked by statues not unlike those employed by the man in the Gozen desert who proclaimed himself a god merely because he could use magic to animate stone. From there, we found our way some distance down to an actual structure. It was illuminated by blue magical flames, and…I hesitate to say occupied, no one had made their home there. But certainly creatures were present.
The initial area was an entryway of sorts. When we arrived, a voice magically spoke, telling us to speak a password – we deduced that we were meant to say the name of this place’s old master, but we obviously did not know it. Along the way, though, we found several scraps of words, which may have formed the name if put together. Unfortunately, in our haste to leave the place after it was explored, we neglected to try this.
There were three more rooms – one, some sort of bedroom full of dead books, a second, some sort of wizard’s laboratory, and a third featuring an arcane binding spell.
The most interesting features were two…for lack of a better word I say “ghosts”, though they were unlike the spirits we’ve seen back home. Our first encounter was in the first room I mentioned: a female figure, with a blueish hue, was being preyed upon by a darker-colored spirit. Two of us – myself and Therynn, a man trained in the Psionic ways – charged in to assist, and we were immediately set upon by what might reasonably be termed all rats. The darker figure dissipated – the lighter one stayed only a moment longer.
In the laboratory, we were attacked by beasts I cannot describe, but I did collect a few shards of crystal.
In the third room of the level, we found a pulsating blue orb. It was more aggressive than I’m used to orbs being, lashing out at us with strange energies. We were able to destroy it, though – within we found a woman who pulsed with the same energy. She must have been the same blue spirit we found before. We released her from her pain, which unfortunately took the form of ending her life. On our way back through the place, we were again accosted – this time by the black spirit and it’s minions, a half-dozen reanimated corpses. This spirit was also released, but with rather more prejudice than the former.
When we finally emerged from the place, we found that we were only about a half mile from the town. We were gone for some time, I wonder if anything has changed.
These people I’ve been traveling with of late — they certainly seem combat-worthy. Perhaps they are not the greatest combatants I have ever worked with, but they show more promise than many I’ve encountered. If, as the stars seem to have decided, I am to work with them again in the future, it will not be a completely terrible experience. One day, perhaps, I may even tell them of you.