Myrin 3, 711 YoK
As I sit to chronicle my travels for the first time in weeks I realize just how much has happened. Some of it I have forgotten, and some of it I wish I could forget, and all of it annoys me. I feel as though I am walking in circles along a path that everyone wishes to keep in shadow.
During our brief respite in Kycea, the young warrior we saved disappeared, and we haven’t seen him sense; it seems that gratitude was not a part of his honor code, and we received no thanks for our help. When we returned to his village it was still filled with death and decay, but we found tracks leading south east and after several hours of tracking located a ruins of sorts.
It was inhabited by various underground creatures and undead, which seem to be overly abundant in this area. There were only a few things to note though;
First, a spider the size of a horse. It had made it’s home in the high-ceiling of a throne room over a skeleton in gold-gilded armor. When we rattled the bones it attacked, and might have put up a fight if not for the columns that lines the room. We scattered and hid behind them, striking from a distance until fell.
Second, a couple of intriguing tapestries. One, which we have taken to calling ‘The Giver,’ shows a man with a golden halo accepting a silver orb from a group of men. A second one shows a fiendish griffin preying on undiscerning figures (the artwork is in disrepair).
Thirdly, the man who tried to kill us. He was wearing plated armor and dark robes and carried a sword that swallowed the light from around it. He was channeling energy out of a silver orb (which I at first thought had to do with the painting) when we interrupted him. Not knowing who he was at first, we asked a few questions and mentioned our quest for the man who threw us in a burial pit.
I’ll never forget his answer. His voice was hollow and echoed from his armor, his hand went to his sword, and I wish I could have seen his face. “You survived? How did you survive?”
As he drew his sword I had my spear out, but even as I struck at him I was filled with a sense of dread. I am sure it was magical, but I spent the rest of the fight as far from him as I could, though I am not proud to say it.
I don’t remember exactly how we got out of the dungeon, but we did, and were all bleeding and hurt more than we cared to admit. We set up a camp several hundred yards from the area, not having enough strength to go farther.
That night we discussed things, and agreed that none of us had expected a being as terrible as that. Somewhere in the backs of our minds we had all suspected it, but in the hunt we assumed it to be a poisoner, an alchemist, or a band of thugs; not a demon.
The Oracle was unable to shed much light on the situation, aside from mentioning that he would be vulnerable in the near future and that if we had any chance of besting him it would be then. For more information, it would cost us thousands of gold, which none of us could afford.
I have begun to understand how human temples work.
We decided three things after that. 1. That we all wanted this demon dead. 2. That we were unable to beat him as we are now. 3. That we would train ourselves.
We did a few odd jobs in Nugull helping the lumber industry and after bailing the Changeling out of prison went out fetching a stick for the University.
I enjoyed the second task far more than I thought I would.
On the way back from the swamps where the enchanted wood grows we were given a gift from a Mindflayer. He called himself Therodices, and his gift he referred to as the Artificer Shards, weapons that reflect the experience of those that wield them. He said that he wished for us to stop Al’Nair, the armored caster, and these items would help us to do so. He had little to add beyond that, and seemed as unwilling to teach us as the Oracle.
After finishing our business with the University, we decided to return to the dungeon by the ruined village out of curiosity of the silver orb. When we arrived it was not in the room where we encounter Al’Nair, but we brought the two tapestries back with us in the hopes that questions could be answered.
The oracle new nothing of the silver orb, though a few magistrates told us a tale of a King who requisitioned his mages to construct an item which would construct buildings overnight. This seemed a dead end, as such an item would be little threat and no one had any clues beyond that simple answer.
The oracle was intrigued, however, when we mentioned the Mindflayer giving us Artificer Shards.