Crazy King

Entry.... well, who cares what number, Entry!

So, my friends are certainly smart. Werevolt surprisingly pulled an idea out of his ass, can you call that his ass anymore? I’ll have to check with my family when I get home. How the hell am I going to convince him to come home with me. Maybe a feast would work? Royal style. My aunt has put on enough royal style dinners I’m sure she could do something. Anyways! There was this slight… issue…. where both Brian and Werevolt had a loved one threatened. We were only supposed to have time to save one or the other. Werevolt has designed a way to get both of them, with a little help from out friends in Karsus and most of the magical finesse of our group of merry men. I let them figure it out because I feel more like an addition to the party than a part of it. I’m here to help them so that they might help me. Also, Laji is amazing and amusing. He has to meet my family, they could take him to the firing range. I’m sure they’d be impressed. While they worked out that plan, which is remarkable and much different than I put forward as our plan of attack, I polished up our horse. Had a couple vials of some magical oils so I figured, magical oils to polish a magical horse. Only fitting right? Not like we were using them anyways. So currently, were speeding along to our first destination, going to save that person, then do some magical teleportation and if all goes well save the other person as well. then back to finding The Foe. DUN DUN DUN! Ever find it amusing how well that translates into writing?

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The Darkening Inferno

The battle lasted only a few minutes.


The stories I read before leaving Nay Trayspassing had always described brave battles in terms of mighty heroes smiting down their foes and protecting the innocent. They never mentioned the screaming. The terrifying sound of hundreds of people dying to uncaring evil. They never mentioned the unified marching of droves of undead as they struck at the home of thousands of hardworking people. They never talked about the lives lost, impossible to protect in the chaos of battle. They never mentioned how friends, foes, and people you’ve never even met die alike, no matter how hard you try. So I’m writing this so people know. So that they know that adventuring is not always about glory or victory. Sometimes it is about hard facts, terrible sacrifice, and prices paid in blood.

I’m tired. I don’t think I’ve ever been this tired. Not while I was being tortured, not after Brian died. Never. I feel the weight of all those people, all those innocent people, weighing on me as I trudge through the corpses. I’m searching for familiar faces but I’m not sure why. It doesn’t make any difference. It’s all senseless. All this for some stupid weaklings quest for power. I’m beginning to understand, understand what the Magi Council tried to teach me. Disregarding life isn’t strength. Killing isn’t power. It’s pointless. These people didn’t need to die. Jimpy didn’t need to die. Cora didn’t need to die.

I wish I felt sorrow or pain. I wish I felt anything other than fatigue and rage. I don’t though. I feel the fire burning inside of me, desperate to be free. It keeps me warm, helps me to keep moving. The fire seeks vengeance with me. Everything else is distant, like a dream from another life. Everything but Timbertope, that is. I feel his sorrow and pain at the back of my mind. It makes me even more furious at the world. I know that someday I may feel as he does but not until this is finished. Until then he keeps watch of that part of me, the luxury I can’t afford as we go into this final stretch. I wonder if either of us will live to see this monstrous task done.

I will commit every bit of strength I have to killing the Foe. I will burn him. Burn him into ash and cast those ashes to the wind. I will see him pay in pain for the lives that he has ended, for the pain he has caused this city. I don’t care if I make it through anymore. This task is all that matters and I will see it done. Once I would have feared for my own life or the life of my friends. I don’t anymore. We don’t matter. Killing him is what matters. That is a death that will make a difference. A death that will matter to the entire world. A death that needs to happen. A death that will happen.



The battle lasted only a few minutes. I will make him answer for the battle for eternity.

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Dear Uncle Bajjer

SO! I’m actually BOTHERING to write something down for once, which is a huge stretch for me, but I figure if I can find a wizard that is good at sending messages (no offense to Laji, but he just blows shit up better that a badger can woop ass) then I need to get at least this, if not a more in depth explanation of my adventure to my Uncle. We have survived a zomblie apocalypse and now need to take out the head honcho. Signior “The Foe”. I’m with Laji and the gang one hundred percent on this but how are we supposed to deal with a crazy and powerful being that can control undead and demonic hordes and SOMEHOW steal his scepter back?! LIKE, WHAT THE HELL MAN! Uncle, if you have received this then I hope you are ok and I assure you that at the time of preparing this I am fine as well. I am a tad shaken by the sheer loss that occured defending this town but we must make “The Foe” pay for this.I do not plan on dying (again) and I swear that I WILL find you! Also, How’s life? What’s new? I’m sure you have put down a couple undead hordes, or dragon kings…. or whatever else you casually walk through nowadays.

Love you lots!
Jerble

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Feels like home again

Let the siege begin.

I don’t know if I’m going to survive to see another sunrise, Hell i don’t even know if I’ll live to see midnight. But, One thing i know for certain is I wont be alone.

My stalwart companions will be with me through this darkest of nights. Laji, Gerble, Imian, Cora, and even Brian. Not a single one of these souls has left mine untouched, And i will be dead and cold in the ground before I let The Foe get his greasy palms on one of them.

If i am to die here this day, whoever finds this letter on my corpse, run to Aria. Do not look back for any reason. Present this letter to the leader of any of the provinces and the full might of my country shall be brought into motion. If the city of Karsis shall fall today. The foe Will not see the end of the year. that is my final promise.

Ungar Werevolt – Heir to the province of Werevolt.

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Folly and Fear

I don’t know if I will ever be able to write this down. It’s running through my head and I can’t stop it. Until I write it down I guess I just have to let it rush through my mind. It is funny that even when the world turns upside down I find myself still worrying about the fact I am a broke gnome. It may not matter after tonight though. He’s here, or at least some of his minions are. You know, like the minion that I tried to kill earlier and instead blew up a large segment of Karsis’ wall? There is that realization that I am broke again! Maybe this will be the opportunity I need to redeem myself in the eyes of Karsis. Timbertope seems to think so but then Timbertope is always a lot of more confident that I am not going to be eaten than I am. That’s why he’s a great gopher to have around.

The Foe blew up the Sapphire Staves Guildhall. He appeared to me in a dream. All of these suspicions for so long made real in a night. I feel a bit like I am going to wet myself. Or catch fire. That wouldn’t be so bad, it might actually be useful. The Foe may very well be in Karsis! We have to do something and fast. If we don’t move, if we don’t stop this, I don’t think anyone can. I feel like there are these eyes on us, on me. We were picked. I know we were picked by the Foe but maybe we were picked by some god or another as well? I don’t know anymore. Maybe that is just the delirium of fear.

Werevolt is here. We don’t know what to say to each other. We both dreamed the same thing. We know it before we even say a word. The big lug might actually look excited. Well fuck him; I’m not going to look afraid when he looks like he just got a shiny new axe to play with. Not that he would be able to afford a new axe since we are all pretty much broke. Screw you mind, revolving in circles! We need a plan, a good plan. Not like some of our other plans. What spells do I have readied? Are these really what I am going to have against the bloody Foe? Shit, this all happened too fast. First the Zern and now this! Life has been a shit shoot for too long now.

A plan. A plan. Messages! We need to get others ready, ready for what might happen. Who knows if this is isolated to the island? What if this is the attack the Foe has been readying for? Shit! The Academy links us to the gods-be-damned island! We need to get someone over there to defend it. Maybe the clerics of Heironeous? No! They need to keep watch on their own damn segment of that Staff. If they lose that then we are seriously doomed. What if the Foe can read my mind? FUCK YOU FOE! I’ll defy you until the end! I can’t believe I defied the Foe. Why did I do that?

Deep breath. Have to be ready for everything to come. I am strong. I am not Laji, the scared gnome. I am Lajicuvatew the Western Wizard of the West, Conqueror of the Forgetful Forest, Dominator of the Exploding Ants, Explorer of the Foul Labyrinth, Purifier of the Cursed Crypt and Annihilator of the Hated Zern. I fear nothing and I am looking to add a new title to my name. Fighter of the Foe? No that sounds like I might have lost. Too bad I already took Annihilator. No matter, I can decide upon it once I’ve won. I have to be strong. We can survive this and I damn well plan to. We can win this thing.

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Freedom
The stone steps gave way to blinding light as Lajicuvatew emerged from hell. The light reflected off of the white snow; the light of the sun, the light of the outside world. For uncounted weeks and months Laji had been bound beneath the earth and now, at long last, he was free. All other feelings and thoughts gave way to relief and an inkling of closeness. Timbertope was close and getting closer. Laji pushed past everyone and was almost buried in the great drifts of snow. A quiet scraping indicated the arrival of the gopher nearby and a moment later his head popped through the snow. The face was different, thinner and somewhat weary. Nonetheless it was Timber’s face. For what seemed an eternity, Laji had dreamt his reunion with his familiar. At long last, it was reality.
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An Inferno in the Darkness

Sounds echoed into Lajicuvatew’s cage from the outside world. He had been dreaming until the loud sounds woke him, bringing him back to his nightmare. It was amazing to him that so much sound could carry through the division between him and pain. His cage seemed so solid and real; it shielded him from pain and torment. He loved his cage. As long as he was in his cage, he wasn’t out there; he wasn’t out in that beyond of knives and hurt. Nonetheless, the sounds found their way in. They were persistent, the sounds, rarely fully stopping. Even when no poor soul was on that table, sounds persisted. Sometimes Imian screamed mad taunts. Sometimes Werevolt rattled his bars in fury. Sometimes Duncan clutched his legs and screamed in agony, even when they weren’t doing anything to him. Cora was almost always silent, sometimes even when they cut her. And Laji never heard Brian. Not ever. As a whole, though, they all made sound. They all brought him back to this place of horror. Sometimes Laji hated them for that.

He had been dreaming of Timbertope again. He wasn’t sure where the dreams ended and his bond to Timber began. He was sure at least some of the time he was seeing and feeling the world through Timber’s eyes, living a life of freedom in the wilds. Other times, Laji was reunited with Timber and free of the terrors of his surroundings. But he felt fairly sure that those were always dreams, tantalizing glimpses into a dead reality. He couldn’t say for certain though. It was too difficult to think that clearly. He was too hungry and tired and pained to really know anything for certain. Except that out there, somewhere, was a gopher who was alive and searching for him; the noblest gopher that ever would live.

Outside, Werevolt was screaming. His thick accent and deep voice blended to make a terrifying holler as a Zern cut him. Laji wasn’t sure who was working on Werevolt. He refused to look or listen closely enough to find out. He heard the voice of the Zern coaxing Werevolt to accept “the dragon within,” whatever that meant. He tried to return to his dreams, tried to let Timber take him away again. Before long, he was slipping away, back into oblivion. Timber was running through a field, making his way over the fallen leaves of autumn. The seasons were changing. Time was passing. The pain was a nightmare. Timbertope was reality.


Laji had felt Timber growing closer for a long time. The specifics were lost to him but the gopher was gradually closing the distance between Laji and himself. He felt strange as he awoke, like something imperceptible had changed in the world around him. He felt angry about his situation, angry for the first time in what seemed a lifetime. He was angry at the Zern, angry at being trapped, angry at not being able to rejoin his noble gopher. That anger was like a fire inside him, a fire just waiting to be let free. The sensation was intensely odd, as though some half remembered spell was making itself available to him. He pondered this for a moment, letting the feeling wash over him. He had almost forgotten what the arcane meant to him in his void of pain and fear. He had been bound by shackles around his wrists for so long he’d almost forgotten hope. He decided that this new power, this mighty flame within, could not be stopped by his bindings. He decided to be free. To find Timber himself or die trying!

He held up his shackled hands and focused all his anger, all his fear, all his pain. Fire exploded in front him, wearing at the bars, blackening the stone floor. It faded after a moment but the bars held strong. Fear coursed through Laji as he began to wonder if the Zern would be returning soon. He let another blast of fire go. The others had taken notice, were watching with eyes that glowed in the firelight. Again and again Laji released his newfound fire upon the bars until at last they crumbled and yielded before him. He was free. Free of his cage. Free to choose where to walk and what to do. He was so afraid he almost could not move. Immediately he began blasting away at Werevolt’s cage. The big lug would know what to do with this newfound freedom.

Laji worked swiftly, the new fire never seeming to exhaust. Soon, all of them were free. Laji was almost insane with fear and anger. The Zern could return at any moment. They were all hurt, all near death. They had to get free. He had to get to Timber! Together they would find Brian, ever absent Brian, and leave this place. They had to. Laji would die before being caged again.


They had found Brian. They had found poor, poor Brian. Laji couldn’t believe that there was so much evil in the world, enough evil in the world that someone would harm Brian; enough evil to torture Brian into near madness. Laji found, as they moved Brian into a great room full of torture devices, that he was no longer afraid. He was angry. He was furious and vengeful, desperate to extinguish the life of every creature within the big dungeon. Every Zern, every accomplice, every willing slave had to die. Imian and he had decided over the flesh bound books. They had made an oath, a pact. Every creature in this place would pay for what had happened to Brian. For what had happened to all of them. Laji heard echoes in the hall, clutched at his newly found spellbook. Their escape was no longer a secret and he had no magic. He was practically useless.

A mad plan was quickly hatched as Duncan, Imian and Werevolt moved the massive iron maiden within the room against the door. Werevolt braced himself, prepared himself for the long battle of strength ahead. He needed to last nine hours. It was impossible, a fools hope. But it was all they had; all there was to cling to. So Laji settled into a corner, missing Timbertope, silently willing his strength to Werevolt. The big brute had always been strong but now he appeared entirely composed of muscle. If anyone could do the impossible, it was him. Laji tried to rest.

Time passed and the Zern’s minions desperately tried to force their way through. For hours Laji faded in and out of consciousness. He sometimes was watching Werevolt sweat and struggle, other times he was with Timbertope in the wilds. Laji felt his brain gradually preparing itself to hold arcane secrets again. It had been a long time but the old mental exercises were easily remembered. All the while, as Laji slowly prepared himself, Werevolt held the iron maiden in place. He groaned and gasped but resisted every attempt to push open the door. Soon, Laji was ready to begin pouring over his spellbook.

“Just a little longer!” Laji hollered as the others worked to aid Werevolt. The big man was clearly exhausted, close to collapse. He held though, refusing to yield. Laji desperately began reading, recalling the secrets held within his precious tome. The final hour crawled by as Laji prepared. And then he was ready. Then they were all ready. The time for their stand had come, the time to prove they would never be captives again. Werevolt let the iron maiden free…and Laji hurled fire into the foes beyond.

Laji had never known he could wield such power. The flames exploded with a fury and the smell of burnt flesh and hair followed the black smoke that leaked into the room. Many creatures died but many others pushed forward. As one, Laji and the party cheered in readiness for battle. Laji prepared to hurl another fireball and muttered “This ones for you Timbertope!” as he hurled the bead of flame. He didn’t know how they would survive this but he would do everything he could to see his gopher again.

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Band on the Run
Will we ever get out of here?

“Fancy that, Lajicuvatew got his widdle hands out of the cuffs! Fat lot of good it’ll do him…..Stand back? Alright, I’ll stand ba-WHAT IS ALL THIS FIRE NONSENSE!? Oh…...I…...SEE. Hmmm… Oh my, he’s burned the cage down! (Melter of the Merciless Monkey Bars?) And he’s doing it again…....I’ll think of the implications of a fire-happy Gnome later I think. For now, I say Yes to egress! patooie! sizzle Hmmm…I’ll mind my feet then….much better.”

Having escaped our respective humble abodes (those bars were growing on me though) we set off to find a way out of the prison…..torture chamber…..all expenses paid inn….THING altogether (while all together). While the fog was a bit daunting, I was able to admire the remarkable architecture of the place. Having to stop and kill things on the way necessarily hindered this of course, but I will not be deterred! No, I’m not feeling myself, thanks for asking. Who are you? ANYWAY…my own explorations were cut short when Duncan mentioned offhand that he had discovered a trap in a section of hallway. Architecture isn’t for me anyways, you know? THEN WE FOUND BRIAN!!! Much rejoicing…...hmmm…...poor Brian. Those skin-bound books were bad business. Who knew the Zern were such prolific writers? Laji and I agree that we should endeavour to make them less prolific, and the whole place is in desperate need of new management. I figure we’ll decapitate the operation and replace it….some manner of plant. A nice plant though!

Zecks, Qzqeksss, Zsackss, Zacks…...ummm….the goddamn bitch died to Scaly, and I got to meet some very fine trash dwellers! Unfoturnately the excitement in meeting them was a bit much for me…..then we holed up in a room using an iron maiden as a door! Sezzo…..Zzezzo….the rat bastard and I had a lovely chat whilst we kept the door firmly closed….and then we opened the door on some nasty things…..and Laji used lots of fire after we got some sleep though I could use MORE sleep and FOOD….....

........It really is shit down here, I’m not sorry to say. We held off their lackeys, but I don’t know what we expect to do now. We can handle the Zern one at a time but….......damnit all, they know we’re out now! We’d best be on the move I suppose…...

I wonder how we’re going to move Brian?

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Last Session

Last Session

The party woke up in the Tipsy Giant bright and early for their Rendez vous at the Brotherhood. I believe this was the morning after Imian’s play The Brawler’s Brigand had been performed, and as a result he could not find his underpants. The gang met up with Sir Phillip, who informed us that a giant was causing a disturbance in the lands to the east, roughly an eight hour walk from Karsis. He explained in certain terms that we were not to aid in fighting the giant, but merely to watch the rest of the brotherhood take care of it as a demonstration of their fighting methods and prowess.

The eight hour walk to the east was fairly uneventful. The scenery itself gradually changed from a green, forested area to a sparse, arid landscape. While walking the party met some of the other members of the Brotherhood, including Pov, a monk, a couple of clerics, and some others (help with details!). By afternoon, everyone had reached the destination, a craggy, rocky landscape with huge platforms separated by enormous crevasses in the earth. We stood to the north-eastern corner of the area atop a high plateau. Directly diagonal from us, to our south-west, an enormous Craa’ghoran Giant was standing in the gorge. The brotherhood was intending to corner him against the wall of the canyon, and kill him.

The clerics positioned themselves on the plateau with us, and the fighters leaped in to try and attack the giant. The giant erected two stone walls from the ground using his magic, and trapped two of the brotherhood members inside the bottom of the canyon with him. Suddenly, six Kenkus appeared atop the plateau to our south, and started firing arrows at Sir Phillip. One hit, and he was instantly petrified. Laji cast a fireball spell at the group of Kenkus, and killed several of them. Then we started buffing our warrior, Werevolt. Over the course of several rounds, he was buffed with Bull’s strength, Haste, and Fly. Brian cast Shield Other on Werevolt, taking half of his damage, and Cora cast Shield other on Brian, taking half of HIS damage. Cora also summoned a Giant Eagle to fight the giant, and both Brian and Cora spammed healing spells for much of the fight. Duncan killed one of the Kenkus with his archery, and Imian attempted to confuse the giant with some kind of glamor spell.

In retaliation, the giant cast a spell which made stone spikes erupt from the ground, and with every step we walked, we took 1d4 damage. After being severely pummeled, the giant melded into the stone plateau where we stood. Whenever someone moved, the monster would sense its movement through the ground, and punch up at them through the earth. It took us a while to realize that we should distract it with the giant eagle, and then zap its up-thrusting hand with magic while it was visible. Eventually, severely bruised and beaten, we defeated the giant and the Kenkus, with Sir Phillip still petrified, and one of his fighters squashed to a pulp. We buried the dead, and Werevolt found a hidden cave in the side of the cliff face that contained gold, wooden carts, tapestries, and some other stuff. He insisted that we take all the things along with us, so we spent a long time allocating who would carry what amount of gold on the way back to town. We had to spend the night halfway to Karsis because there was not enough light left in the day to complete our journey, but we spent the night and the rest of the walk to town the next day unharmed.

When we got to Karsis, we decided to bring the petrified Sir Phillip to the priests of Hieroneous to see whether they could cure him. The priest in the lesser temple wanted to bring Phillip to the high priest himself, but would not allow Cora to come along to ensure his safety. While Cora and someone else were gone, Werevolt walked around town and ended up in the food hall. While there, he decided to listen to surrounding conversations to see whether he could learn anything about the mysterious events taking place in Karsis. See Quest page for details about what Werevolt heard. Imian too had been wandering around town gathering information, when he realized that someone had been following him. The person knew every party member’s name, and requested that we go see Lord Tallaman in his manor in the slums as soon as possible. The party once again congregated and proceeded to follow their escort to the slums to see what was up.

In a condensed version, Tallaman asked the party to investigate a vampire in the sewers of the city who had been thought to have conducted a series of murders within the city over the last couple weeks. He asked that we go and kill this vampire to ensure safety for his people in the slums, and offered us use of his library at our disposal for information we may need about the foe. When asked about The Foe, Tallaman said he would not answer questions about that now, but that he would once we had returned from slaying the vampire. There were many more questions asked, but I can’t remember them. Last, Tallaman gave a distinctly menacing attitude toward Brian, but when we asked him what that was all about, he would not answer.

We walked to the western side of town and entered a sewer grate. The larger party members, Imian, Werevolt and Brian decided to stay above ground because of difficulty crawling through the sewer, while Laji, Cora and Duncan crawled into the pipes. It was pretty disgusting, but we didn’t find anything terribly pertinent in the western sewer system. We came out above ground again, and heard that Imian had found something in the more centralized sewers. We congregated once again, and discovered that Imian had been shot with a dart from inside the sewer, had heard an evil hissing laugh, and that his torch he had dropped into the entrance had mysteriously disappeared when he looked for it. The party entered this larger and cleaner tunnel together, hoping to find the vampire.

We proceeded down the tunnel to find a giant hole in the floor of the tunnel. Werevolt asked Laji to cast Fly on him so he could go to the bottom of the tunnel to investigate. About halfway down the shaft, he saw another tunnel entrance with two women inside. One was I think Allena the high-priest’s guard, and the other was some kind of cleric perhaps. Werevolt zoomed back out of the shaft, and tried to grab Laji by his shirt to carry him down to see, but his grip slipped, and he dropped Laji around 60 feet down to the bottom of the shaft onto a Clay Golem. Laji lived, somehow, but was righteously pissed. After this little unfortunate episode, the group decided to take a break for the time being.

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Cora- Entry 3

I arose the next morning in the inn, feeling refreshed and eager for the excitement of the new day. The night before, I had finally met the party’s elusive third member who had been gone most of the day before. Apparently, the reason for his disappearance was that he had spent the entire afternoon in the slums section of town questioning the citizens and gathering information. The man’s name turned out to be Imian, and I knew the moment I saw him that he had some Elven blood in his lineage. When I saw him, I felt a brief but painful flash of homesickness for my people, but the moment soon passed. I must remember to make myself a friend, if not at least a close ally with this person, for we share an important and irreplaceable bond in our Elven heritage.

Anyway, that morning each of the party members went their separate ways within the city to explore it more fully. Werevolt, with gnomey riding on his shoulders, headed off toward the mercantile section of town, and I believe Imian left in search of the city’s royal theatre to offer his services. As for Brian and I, we walked back to the well to see if we could help the local clerics purify the well water. I must admit that I had a secret hope that we would meet this woman Alena at last and I’d finally be able to gain entry into the mysterious High Temple.

We waited at the well for about an hour or so, since we were unsure about exactly what time of day the clerics would appear. I did not begrudge our time waiting, for I had already grown very fond of Brian, and we spent the time chatting idly about our adventures thus far. After a while, once the sun was a bit higher in the sky, we saw an entourage of robed people making their way through the streets toward us. In the lead was a very tall, very beautiful human woman adorned with shining armour and a weapon at her hip. She marched purposefully towards where we stood, her eyes hard and determined, and her strong jawline set. The group would not have acknowledged us, and would have marched right past us to stop at the well, had I not hopped in front of the woman to gain her attention. Her face was politely cold as she waited for me to explain what it was I wanted. I asked her if I could speak with her for a moment after she had finished at the well, and I offered my and Brian’s clerical aid to her in purifying the well water. To my first request, she agreed, if somewhat unenthusiastically. To the second, she agreed a little more willingly, and the entourage of 6 or 7 other clerics stepped back to allow Brian and I access to the well. Brian and I each cast our spell, and stepped back, the incantation having been exhausted from our minds. The others stood there, casting spell after spell into the water, until finally only Alena remained, casting a few more spells into the well opening. I knew that she must have been a very experienced and capable cleric to have so many copies of her spell memorized.

After she had finished, she turned to me, not seeming particularly winded or tired, though Brian was sweating bullets beside me. She told me that she would answer my question now, and I knew this was finally my moment. I asked her if she could help me to get inside the High Temple of Hieroneous, for I dearly dearly wished to see it. She paused, regarding me intently, clearly surprised by what I had asked, but not showing any outward signs on her face. Pulling out her staff once again, she cast a spell over me, which I figured was in order to determine my purpose or my alignment. Whatever she saw, she was convinced my intentions were pure. I turned to Brian, and asked if he was sure he did not want to come as well. He did not look so well, and when he replied that he just wanted to return to the Tipsy Giant for a while, I did not push him. At that, I bid farewell to Brian, and strode off with Alena eastward toward the guardian forest, matching her pace stride for stride.

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