The loose knit group of Wu’jen often would observe Shadowspawn writing in a small journal in the wee hours, by the light of the embers of the dying fire. They realized he preferred to keep his thoughts extremely secret, as they watched him toss each sheet into the fire once it was filled with his writing…….
“Another diary entry, to keep the thoughts from running rampant. Blasted Orb!!
Met up with Hagrin at the Angry Dwarf, with Serpenthelm, who directed us to a Charduni Dwarf Cleric, with the hope that she may know further of this foul orb I am to find. Managed to get solid information. After a productive afternoon, thought I was due a break. Enjoyed a few quiet moments, a decent brew and watching the rest of the group.
Ronn, that insufferable blowhard, chatted up his sweet heart, and whipped the crowds into a fury, regarding them with tales of our adventures, and further degrading that rediculous Captain of Junction. Gwynn aided in his own way, astounding the rabble and climbing up into the shadows. Titans’ Teeth, glad that Serpenthelm’s performance didn’t derail the evening too much. At least Ronn’s voice is pleasing.
Jenna, a ‘contact’ of Ronn, apparently had space above the bar, and was kind enough to let us bunk for the night.
In the morning, Janella and Serpenthelm tried to take a closer look at the portion of skin I had removed from the bizarre creature within the Fort. All Janella encountered was a headache, and a mouth full of sickness. As one, our party headed off to the temple, and eventually negotiated the underlings to finally meet the aged cleric. She was an elderly dwarf, with glasses, and a nose buried in a tome of Charduni history.
Serpenthelm and Janella seemed to exchange glances, at which point Janella asked about the Orb. The dwarf reported that she was aware of the myths and legends of the Terstin Orb. It apparently was in the possessioon of a Demon, known as the Queen of Shadows. The Devourer had taken her out of a prison, according to lores of old. This demon had the ability to imprison the dead, and had a weak influence on the physical plan. [Is this the source of my abilities? Is she the creature I encountered?] A Charduni hero (is there such a thing?) had stolen the Orb, and hidden it. It sounds as though it is now in a labyrhinth, with monsters and traps, protected by runes.
The elderly cleric then stated that any further information would require a return of our services. She requested a book from a wizard tower, in Crystal Falls. Apparently, a magical book known as “The Telerie” (prized by the Charduni) was last seen there before the Titan War. As this is the only lead regarding the ultimate location of the Orb, I gladly accepted the mission. Gwynn did glare at me, afterwards.
I also showed her the skin and needle-like beak from that creature in the fort. She looked through a few of her books, and found a good likeness as a line drawing. It is known as the “Spawn of the Devourer”, which can create the undead. The one we encountered was young, but powerful.
We began to head out of the temple. Janella went to the nearby market, and obtained some salts and herbs to fix and cure the tattoed flesh. Sertpenthelm stayed behind to do research, presumably on some kind of Arcane Knowledge. Gwynn, Janella and Ron seemed to explore the town on their own.
I went to check on Elsa, my fair Rova contact. As always, she could ‘read’ my situation. Although she knew some of the myths about the Orb, they did little to reassure me. The Orb can bring the apocalypse; ’ has been lost and find how to get it from the orb’; it can free a titan. Of course, she would not accept any gratuity, so I dropped a few gold outside her door. If only our lives had been different….. But enought of pity. Wretched orb!!
We meet up at the end of the day, at another dive, the Barley Punch. Gwynn entertained his ‘friend’, Milla; we decided to stay the night there.
The next day, we headed out for the Wizards Twoer, north of Junction and the fort. The day was quiet , and arrived outside the Fort by the late afternoon. Set up camp that night, with spells and animal campanions watching over us.
During Gwynn’s watch, he heard rustling and suspected creatures stalking. He woke up the group, although Ronn and Serpenthelm must have hit the mead a little too hard over the past few days. Although the moon was at quarter strength, Janella fortuenately cast dancing light, and Gwynn cast entangle. The entire group was fully awake, to recognize those blasted blood sprites heading at us (the Children of Gormath, the Devourer!!)
Quickly, battle commenced. Janella and Ronn drawing blood first, whereas I missed with my daggers (I need to practice!). The group manages to decimate the pack of vile creatures, without a single wound to ourselves. [They may try my nerves at time, but I would not travel with any others] As always, Gwynn finds the bright side, and harvests their bodies for poisons.
And yet, I can only keep thinking about this blasted orb……."
Another page torn and tossed, another spray of ashes and sparks wafting in the light of twilight…….