I write this as I catch my breath between battles, in a room under some strange enchantment. Not twenty feet from me, a runeslave giant lies dead by our hands. Before us, there is yet another door to be turned aside. Our battle must go on, for there is no turning back. I’m not sure how much further I can run, I pray only that it will be far enough.
We know at least that the prisoners from Sandpoint are safe—for the moment—our first stop was to their prison to set them free. There we fought a giant of hideous proportions that emerged from the soil like some great burrowing worm. The battle was fierce but quick, and though we lost one of the prisoners to the monster’s wrath, the others are now free. Unfortunately, by freeing these prisoners, I may have placed my father’s life and the others with him in greater peril. I can only hope that our next battles will be quick enough to allow me to return to free him.
Knowing we would have little time we pressed onward from the prison. It was my idea to try an act of sabotage to aid in our assault, I had Aramil cast invisibility on me and used one of Piotr’s flight spells to proceed into the next chamber. There I found two rage drakes, chained to the floor like guard dogs. I attempted to distract them with a spell, but their senses proved too keen. I managed to release one of the beasts before the other attacked me. I was able to distract the second beast while my friends put down the first. The second didn’t last long after that, but cost us dearly in spells and energy.
We knew the next chamber was the Lamia’s den, and so we proceeded with an all out assault. I summoned Torag’s whale and we did battle with the fiends in a rushed battle of fire and magic. Syphacia fought like a dervish, and finally had the chance to slay the one named Lucrecia with the aid of Razan’s blade. The other Lamia fell quickly after that. It was something liberating to see our old foe finally vanquished—but I knew we had no time to savor our victory.
I sent the whale on to scout ahead while I treated the others’ wounds. We heard a din, and when we approached it became clear that the whale had finished out its magic by crushing a pair of trolls in their cowardly hiding places. It seems the whale was Torag’s servant indeed.
Onward and down, we descended into what we knew to be Mokmurian’s layer. Here we expect stranger foes, creatures unseen by mortal eyes for hundreds of years. At the bottom of the tunnel we entered a strange room whose dimensions defied understanding. Our presence sprang a trap, and I and two others were struck by an enchantment that shrank us in our boots. It was then that a runeslave Giant attacked us. Fortunately, the more magically resistant of us made short work of the brute.
Which brings me back to the door in front of me. In moments we will push it aside and face our next enemy. I’m sure the battle will be fast and brutal. My remaining magic is limited, but Torag has not left me defenseless. We will see how these foes stack up.
Now is the time to stand, now is the time to fight. A warrior’s work is never done.