The roaring sounds that we heard were what appear to be living shadows. They slink and squirm from out of the darkness. The party members quickly become engaged in a fight with the creatures. It is only by the luminescence of the blood of the fallen inhabitants of this city that we can see anything.
The Night Stalker is no more, and I have at last unlocked some of the true power of my blade – in slaying the foul monstrosity, I have proven my devotion to the cause of neutrality yet further than ever before, and Eliraz Halfmoon, God of Magic, Secrets, and Death, has rewarded me.
Oh, the Horror, Part 9: More Like A Bloody Disappointment
That’s it, then. Frerin just plan smasherooed the Skull of Acererak, outright. I had called upon the power of my dark master to aid us, here, and I saw the signs of his endless power in that deadly blow. Plus, I came out unscathed. Clearly a good sign.
So after waking up discovering that is smelled strongly of koblod and had no hair I prompltly fixed the situation and disabled the kobold and knocked him out. The room behind the throne we searched and found four statues a crypt and a burning brazer…
The giant columned stood before us and we decided to enter carefully as just casting about has caused us no end of trouble (sorry Loretta). An orange glow beckons to us from across the room. Upon further explorations there are way too many columns three doors, a throne with a crown on it and two very scary faces hanging about 10 feet up on the walls. This is going to be tricky.
Oh, the Horror, Part 7: The King is Dead, Long Live the King
So we’ve explored the so-called “Columned Hall” pretty thoroughly at this point. We found a glowing orange gem, surrounded by bodies, and we found an evil looking throne with an equally evil-looking crown and scepter set in gold and silver.
The Tomb grows ever more horrible with each passing hour. A slimy doom has claimed Loretta in a rather regrettable accident; Josk has noted the details in his journal, and will no doubt live with the guilt of it for some time to come. Suffice to say that there will be no chance to effect a rescue, no hope to undo the doom that has befallen him…er, her…our companion. There was not even time to cry in useless warning, “Get back, Loretta!”