Session 7 February 2013
This strange creature had us cornered, dispite us being out in the open. It moved with an unearthly speed and let loose a horrible screeching howl. Fierce beyond belief I could sense the fear and caution in my comrades voice.
I would have no more of it – tightening the strap on my shield I ran to outflank. Hopefully Uthgard would take the que and strike it from behind as it moved to engage me. I wasn’t quick enough however. The foul beast tore at my thigh and managed to pierce an artery! As I felt my lifeblood spill from my body I colapsed. The last thing I heard was the din of battle and the screams of my comrades.
I awoke to find that my fellows had managed to throw the beast into the pit from which we arose. We quickly dispatched it with missle fire and began to search the area. I grabbed a fine suit of full plate from the nearby chest and we made our way deeper into the dungeon.
The Death of Aramil
This has turned out to be a most dire day. Delving deeper into the tomb we encounterd a sleeping goblinoid and his two zombie minions. This was no ordinary goblin for he was exceedingly well equipped for his station – no doubt a scout left behind by the wizard. In the ensuing battle Aramil fell to darkness. Perhaps he had over extended his flank, perhaps we were not quick enough to support him. It happened before my very eyes; I saw the foul goblins blade tear Aramil’s throat open from end to end.
The rest of the world ceased to exist as I rushed in to engage the fiend. I was prepared to bash the fiend’s skill with my shield when the tingle of the sorcerer’s magic filled the air around me. In a moment the goblin colapsed in a comatose slumber. I stood before the sleeping figure as my mind raced. Victory was mine no doubt but to slay a helpless foe is unjust. Or is it?
I could think of nothing more than my fallen comrade, so unjustly slain by a hand bent on pure evil. It was in with this clarity that my mind was made up. I knelt before the goblin, touching the tip of my blade upon his throat. I placed my forehead upon the guard of my blade and closing mine eyes I intoned the litany judgment:
Kneel before the dame of battle, for her gaze is upon you. Let ye be judged by the color of your soul and deeds you have wrought. Tremble for in her eyes you are found wanting; Upon wings of steel does her wrath befall you, and by the hands of her servant are you delivered unto her fury!
I drove the blade into the fiend’s flesh, a gurgle of sound escaping its foul lips as my blade bit deeply into the flagstone.
Aramil you are avenged!
The watery serpent
We entered a strange room. The main feature of the room was a pond flanked by stone statues. Two of the statues were broken. The centerpiece however was a strange elf that was bound and gagged in the center of the room. Two goblinoids, likely his captors lay dead next to him. Something killed these creatures in an astonishing way. They were slain through blunt trauma yet bore no tell tale sign of weapon damage.
It was then that a mighty watery serpent appeared before us as it rose from the pool. This construct, nay creature appeared to be a guardian of the tomb. At first hostile, we managed to convince it that we were aligned in our desire to see the mad wizard stopped and Rappan Athuk remain sealed. The serpent told us the story of how our quary raced through here with his party, managing to destroy two of the statues on their way. The serpent was not quick enough to stop them. We swore to finish its work and thus the bargain was sealed – in return for passage we would destroy the wizard.
The elf prisoner turned out to be a member of the town guards. His name was Larius and having questioned him we found him to be a kindred spirit. It was very brave of him to chase after the wizard alone. Although we attempted to convince him to return for his own safety he would have none of it. We allowed him to come with us.