04-23-2024, 02:33 PM
As they start to leave the headless corpse, Lucian stops them pointing out the boots are magical. As they remove the boots they find a journal that was under the body. Most of its pages are too soaked in blood to be legible. However 1 page near the middle reads
I Warned Kemmrick the secrets of the dwarves should remain beneath the ground, but he would not be placated. We;ve alread lost Martren and without his divine guidance, we are truly lost in the dark. Monsters lurk in every shadow, but something worse jangles in the deep. I feel its evil from afar, like a blistering heat threatening to melt ay my soul. The Dark Smith might be forgotten, nut I fear one of his vile servants prowls these halls, keeping the fires of Droskar burning for hundreds of years.
Later on another page
...Their shrieks tore my courage from me and left my heart cold. I don't know what they did to me when that rancid-tsting lips locked on mine, but my thoughts jumble now, and my hair falls away in bloody clumps....If only Martren were here, he would know what sickness ails me and pray for my salvation. The only prayer I can muster i that this plague takes me before that hellish shackled servant of Droskar returns to drag me off in chains as he did Kemrick. I still hear his screams in my mind.
On the next page.
,,,Ears wet...thirst so thirst...lost in the dark...tongue gone now...itchy...face rot rot...blood tastes good...fly soon...fly...
The boots are easily identified as Arboreal Boots. [font="Century Gothic", CenturyGothic, AppleGothic, sans-serif]These soft leather boots are embossed with simple woodland scenes. ((OOC: The boots grant a +1 item bonus to Acrobatics and allow you to ignore difficult terrain from plants and fungi.))[/font]
[font="Century Gothic", CenturyGothic, AppleGothic, sans-serif]The doors to the room are made of iron and are not locked, and do not have any traps on them. [/font]
I Warned Kemmrick the secrets of the dwarves should remain beneath the ground, but he would not be placated. We;ve alread lost Martren and without his divine guidance, we are truly lost in the dark. Monsters lurk in every shadow, but something worse jangles in the deep. I feel its evil from afar, like a blistering heat threatening to melt ay my soul. The Dark Smith might be forgotten, nut I fear one of his vile servants prowls these halls, keeping the fires of Droskar burning for hundreds of years.
Later on another page
...Their shrieks tore my courage from me and left my heart cold. I don't know what they did to me when that rancid-tsting lips locked on mine, but my thoughts jumble now, and my hair falls away in bloody clumps....If only Martren were here, he would know what sickness ails me and pray for my salvation. The only prayer I can muster i that this plague takes me before that hellish shackled servant of Droskar returns to drag me off in chains as he did Kemrick. I still hear his screams in my mind.
On the next page.
,,,Ears wet...thirst so thirst...lost in the dark...tongue gone now...itchy...face rot rot...blood tastes good...fly soon...fly...
The boots are easily identified as Arboreal Boots. [font="Century Gothic", CenturyGothic, AppleGothic, sans-serif]These soft leather boots are embossed with simple woodland scenes. ((OOC: The boots grant a +1 item bonus to Acrobatics and allow you to ignore difficult terrain from plants and fungi.))[/font]
[font="Century Gothic", CenturyGothic, AppleGothic, sans-serif]The doors to the room are made of iron and are not locked, and do not have any traps on them. [/font]
