We entered and immediately saw 4 buildings. The closer one on the left was a secure facility of some type, with no windows and those screaming mushrooms surrounding the whole building. We attempted to sneak to the building on the right but were quickly noticed by the waiting Drow. After a short struggle we managed to kill off the hostiles and equipped ourselves with a few of their hand crossbows and the poison darts that they had that were putting us to sleep. We wanted to rest so we barricaded ourselves in their barracks. Not more than 5 min into our rest we were interrupted by these wolf like creatures that walked on two legs. They quickly found our hiding spot….which was never a good spot anyway… and attacked. We blocked their entrance so that only one of them could enter the building at a time. They funneled in one by one until only a couple were left alive. As they attempted to flee I leaped off the back of Neferiti, leaping over the ball bearings that Carrisa had dropped to slow the beasts, and prevented their retreat. The rest of the group quickly dispatched the remaining monsters and we decided that MAYBE this wasn’t a very good place to try to rest.

Darion remembered that the Drow would use the sleeping darts that we took off our enemies to put the screaming mushrooms to sleep. We darted the couple near the entrance of the secure looking facility and entered. Carris and I stayed out front to watch for any more of our enemies as the group entered and found it to be a prison. After a few seconds of talking I heard a loud thumping noise coming from the back. Then I heard it again and I knew something bad was about to happen. We quickly entered and closed the door behind us as the noise came closer. I guess there were a couple of prisoners being held captive that the party decided to release…. Sometimes I feel like they are way to trusting… One of the prisoners told us the noise we were hearing was the Jailer and we should prepare for battle. There were two doors near the back of the prison where the noise was heard from. I approached the door and looked for any way to perhaps block it off so that it couldn’t be opened but there was nothing. The doors smashed open and the monster that stood before us was huge. It was some sort of mixture between a Drow and a Demon with 4 arms. The beast laughed and started to attack. Oog-Rok yelled something at it and threw a bottle of poison at it. This only seemed to make the beast angry as he lashed out, biting Oog-Rok and swiping at him twice with his huge claws. Oog-Rok fell immediately as the rest of us fought hard to bring it down. Idrathor blessed Oog-Rok and brought him back from death. We were finally able to slay the beast and one of these prisoners immediately ran through the doors to the back room. I followed quickly to ensure he wasn’t trying to grab a weapon to attack us with or something. He went for a chest near the back of the room, which appeared to be some sort of torture chamber, as the rest of the party came closer. Carrisa unlocked the chest and rifled through the contents revealing it to be filled with only the prisoners gear. Upon closer inspection the door to the prison locked form the inside so we locked up and one of the prisoners created some sort of difficult terrain to block the entrance in case something managed to make it inside. We took the opportunity to rest and recover a bit from our wounds. During our rest I discovered that one of the prisoners could speak infernal. I had never met another person who could speak Infernal before. He asked about my bloodline and told me how he learned to speak the language. He told me that he learned from studying ancient text, which explained why some of his dialect was so strange.

After a short rest we moved farther into the cavern, looking for our target. The two prisoners decided to join us and wanted to assist in our attack on the Wraith. As we approached a large Mansion that was carved into the cavern side 3 Drow ran out to meat us followed by the Crystal Wraith. We sprang into action and I ran up to the closest Drow and attempted to stun him. He proved to be quite the adversary as I was unable to bring him down. Neferiti came over to help me out but even together we couldn’t bring him down. His attacks were so strong and I quickly found myself on the edge of death, ready to greet whoever it is guiding my hand. The Wraith hit me and Neferiti with a lighting bolt and I fell… I was ready to meat this mysterious goddess who had been guiding my actions unbeknownst to me. As I was ready to embrace my fate she spoke to me saying “Not yet my champion, you still have a purpose on this world” and I found myself being infused with life again. As I came to I found the small gnomish prisoner applying a salve to my wounds. Before I could even act, Carrisa ran through and finished the Wraith off with her rapier. The battle was over and we had defeated our foes. We entered the Wraith’s mansion and searched for anything of value. I did not find anything though my companions seemed happy with the items they had discovered. Mounds of money and a few magical items lay within the house as well as a portable hole that could be folded up but when opened had enough space to fit a couple barbarians. Quite a large space really. The party decided that this was the best place for us to rest for the day and we bedded down for some well deserved rest.

I found the quietest place I could find and began to meditate. Thinking hard on the words that this goddess had spoken to me. I asked her what my purpose was and why she chose me. Who is this mysterious goddess? Why me? I hope to find the answers I seek one day. All I know is that I need to figure out how to bring down this Lych and put an end to this disrespect of death. I will show everyone the true meaning of death. If they will not show it respect then I will teach it to them.

From the Journal of Darion

26th Day of Dawntide, in the Year of the Lich 5237

We entered the caverns the goblins said the drow had claimed. They would stay at the entrance to guard it and protect our way back. As we marched, it seems my mind wondered and I daydreamed. I dreamed I was someone else, but still myself. I was a warrior that used magic to augment his skills instead on a mage gifted with the song. I was soon waken out of that dream. It seems we had arrived.

Before us was a large cavern, mage light speckled everywhere and glowing moss. Close to the tunnel opening we were in were two buildings. The one to our left was guarded by those shrieking plant life. The one to our left seemed unguarded. Neferiti sent Carrisa to investigate, having the best chance to be quiet and go unnoticed. It seems she wasn’t as successful as we had hoped. As she neared the building, the door burst open and drow poured out.

They were on her before we could move and she was dropped quick. As we rushed in, the drow turned to us. Idrathor was able to cast some of his healing to help her. We had a harder time with these drow then we should have, but we were not at our best. The last few fights had taken a toll on us. We finally dispatched the last of drow, but we were weary. We hid the bodies but left a mess but it couldn’t be helped. We went into the building, which turned out to be a kind of barracks. We needed a rest to recoup our strength. But that wasn’t to be. Soon after we had settled down, we heard noises outside. We looked and discovered several shambling forms coming toward the barracks.

We decided to wait for them to come in the barracks and take them on where they would be limited. One burst in and was dispatched quickly. Carrisa threw metal marbles on the ground outside the door, this kept us from getting overrun, I think. As the creatures entered one by one, we dispatched them quickly. Then they attempted to come through the window. I battled one of them through one of the windows and it seemed Neferiti was doing the same at the other one; i heard her cry out in pain but couldn’t make out what was happening as the door was her and what transpired over there. As the last of the creatures started to run, everyone rushed toward the door. Omega flipped off Neferiti’s back, over the metal marbles and stopped the creatures from getting away. We were able to quickly down the remaining ones. We decided the barracks were not a safe place and looked toward the secured building.

I remembered reading somewhere that the Drow used those poison darts on the plants down here. So we tried them on the mushrooms and the darts knocked the them out and Carrisa was able to unlock the door. She and Omega watched the area as the rest of us entered the building. We discovered what looked to be a jail. There was a large, dragon man in one of the cells. There was another cell, empty, and two doors at the end of the room; one along the same wall as the cells and the other at the other end of the room. Neferiti talked to the dragon man and tried to determine why he was there. I counseled caution, the enemy of my enemy is not always my friend, but she thought we should take the chance.

We heard a noise from behind the door on the other side of the room. The dragon man said it was the jailer. Neferiti offered to let him out if he would help us. He said he would help us but now that there was light, he could release himself. He cast a spell and the earth moved around the bars enough for him to get out. Omega and Carrisa came into the building and Omega lent the dragon man his weapon (not sure why he even has those, his unarmed combat is exceptional). We headed to the other end of the room when we heard whistling coming from the other door. As we came up to it, I realized that the door lead to another cell, encased in metal. The party talked to the prisoner through the metal and decided to trust him; Carissa opened the door and a gray gnome came out and immediately began prattling about “his things”.

We prepared ourselves for the “jailer”; he made his entrance by breaking in the door. It looked like a hugh, heinous drow with four arms. We all attacked, even the two newly released prisoners. The gnome used a crossbow Neferiti had given him at first an then one of the commandeered hand crossbows, the dragon man with his spells . After a hard fight we were able to defeat the jailer. The little gnome took off running past the body into the back room, Omega, Neferiti, and Carrisa followed. Later the rest of entered the back room, after the dragon man hacked up the jailer and took a piece of him, he almost seems like Oog-rok, ha. As we entered the room, it seems the prisoner’s things were kept in a chest there. The gnome had already gotten his things and was fawning over a peculiar looking item. After inspecting it, he carried it like one of those hand crossbows, but I didn’t see where he would put the bolts.

We decided this building was a more secure place to take a short rest. We closed the door and the dragon man moved the ground up against it to make it more difficult to get in. We all moved to the back and rested for about an hour. Although not a long time, it helped to take the breather.

We exited the jail and headed toward the back of the cavern we were in. There was a underground river here with a bridge crossing it and a building set into the back of the cavern wall. As we headed toward the bridge we detected a ward of some sort in the middle of the bridge. Carrisa was able to sneak across without setting it off but none of the rest of us felt comfortable with our skills to accomplish that task. So we came up with a plan of walking across the water using a ring Idrathor had acquired in our earlier adventures. The dragon man was going to stand on a rock in the middle of the river and use a magical spell, something I’ve seen before but don’t know myself, and take the ring from one person as they cross the river and give it to another so they could use it to cross.

All was going well until we heard a shout for us to halt come from the other side. We had forgotten to be stealthy!! The object of our quest, the “Crystal Wraith” and a hand few of drow had come out of the building (the gnome seemed to recognize one of them). He told us to come across and asked us what was our business there, I think he was confused seeing Idrathor there with us. While talking to us though, he saw the two prisoners we had release with us and decided we were his enemy. He directed his men to attack us. Oog-Rok cast some kind of spell on the “Wraith” that seem to make him afraid of him.

Along with the drow we had to contend with other ward spells it and some kind of lightning imps. We were able to take a couple of the drow and one of the imps out early. The gnome seemed to concentrate on the one drow he recognized. He use that strange hand weapon he had. It was no hand crossbow! When he used it, it made a loud sound, almost like a lighting strike, and something would cause a hole in the drow, if he hit. Could this be some type of magical artifact? I will have to try and examine it later. Even though we seemed to start off well, it was still a hard fight. The drow the gnome took a particular notice in threw an apparently magical javelin that struck half the party and impaled the dragon man. The “Wraith” teleported around a few times and casted some kind of poison cloud at us. We finished off the underlings and turned to the “Wraith”; he casted a lightning bolt at us, that fell a few of us, and disappeared. Oog-Rok charged to the spot where our goal had been but he was not there. We stayed on alert, moved to give aid to our fallen, and searched the area for him. Suddenly another lightning bolt struck out at us. We all attacked the area where it had came from and made him appear. We were able to finish him off before he finished us. Neferiti took his hand as the proof we needed to show the Gnomes we had accomplished their tasks.

We searched the building and the bodies of the fallen drows and discovered a few wondrous items; most noticeably a portable hole! A magical portal that led to a room that was filled with treasure. While I was casting a detect magic spell, I made sure to look at the gnome’s hand weapon and it was not magical; it must be some kind of mechanical device. We decided to rest a full night here. We still have to get back to the Gnomes, but all of us were battered and depleted of all energy. Hopefully, after the rest, we can make it back to the Gnome area with little altercation.

From the Journal of Gajdael
26th Day of Dawntide, in the Year of the Lich 5237

Awful food and the jailer creeps me out. they took my weapons and tried to break me by putting me in a dark box ooooh I’m so scared of the dark when I can see in it idiots. Soo boring though they took my book so I couldn’t even draw up my next project. As it happens though my gods delivered me to freedom as that motley crew of travelers were passing through. bit of a scuffle with the jailer. Damn spider lovers turned him into a daemonic monster.

I gathered my things and at last my arm was complete again as I recovered my Charm! we got to this mansion across from this trapped bridge we were a bit too hasty though as they detected us and called us forth. they instantly recognized me and the dragon gent which was fine because my mark was there. after some traded blows with some of their elite fighters and a dreadful poison cloud obscuring my view and causing me to be too reckless and almost breaking my Charm I delivered that 8-leg humper to whatever sad afterlife awaited him perhaps his soul is being twisted by Ronox as I write this. I can only dream.

That goblin really surprised me. that Chrystal lover was very scary but seemed his plan didn’t go as he had planned as the fool killed most of his own minions out of fear of the little hero. Cruelty of Drow never ceases to surprise even me. after liberating a few rounds in his chest that crafty little rogue cut him down. I’m impressed by some of these adventures maybe they have what it takes to do some real good out there maybe it’s time for me to see the outside again if such miraculous good was born in the most unlikely people. it’ll take me time to trust the Drow healer but perhaps we can find common ground. I’ve already seem two miracles today why stop there. in the end, I emptied my last shot into my targets dead corpse I thought it would make me feel better. it did, but then it also felt bittersweet. I could feel the judgment shift towards me as I reloaded Charm.

we found a treasure hoard in the house nice bit of wealth hope I get something. been eyeing those gauntlets my pack has been heavy and I could use the lifting maybe I could ask I don’t need them but being able to carry someone out of danger might be useful especially if they need help. all those weapons excite me most I would just melt most down for raw materials or sell but I need the resources.

I’ll be honest my Charm wasn’t cheap to build and I’ve already started on my next marvel I’ll try drafting later though the death of that overcooked Keebler elf fucker has me distracted. Mirana that was for you may your soul be at peace if not already.

From the Journal of Vyuskan
26th Day of Dawntide, in the Year of the Lich 5237

[Draconic script; jagged and harsh inkstrokes carefully penned. The ink is maroon, and he pulls it from a pocket sewn inside his tunic rather than the black ink vial sitting out on his backpack]

It seems my feet are cursed on this mainland. Though, I did not run into demons after stepping off my boat. I suppose that is an improvement. I traveled where I thought I may find the Kingdom of the Gnomes. Perhaps their knowledge is what I’m missing. They can supposedly use runes and machinery- though I”ll believe it when I see it. My escape would have been easy, as the floor was stone, but an infernal creature stalked outside my prison. And it was pitch dark. Blood and ashes, curse these cave dwellers and their darksight. I believe I was there for five days before a troupe of people came through the door…a very strange troupe. Initial notes later. They seemed honorable enough so I slipped out like I had planned, and in time to confront that demonic creature that was my jailor. Some sort of drow/demon hybrid.
{Note: Fire not strong- use effective Dragon Force}
After felling it I used a blade one of them lent me to hack it apart for some dissection. Magic was definitely used to fuse these two, perhaps a ritual. If drow are willing partners…would elvish isles be the unwilling targets/end goal?
{Note: Find more about these hybrid rituals. Elves first target due to magic potency? Look out for other hybrids. Fey-link? Damn, I need to find more tomes from ancient times}
The goblin turns out to be some sort of holy warrior, as some crystal-infused Drow we fought nigh shat his pants in terror at that little guy’s shield slamming. Glorious sight! But one of the Crystal-Drow(crossed out) Crystal Wraith, they called him. One of his captains did a number with a lightning javelin through my gut. Very painful, but it got my blood boiling. Things looked dire but we got them down. Inside the mansion, there were some books on the Crystals and I was going to takes some for light reading/research since I doubt they had anything useful for me. But the gnome with strange hand crossbows that seemed to explode but not break wanted them so eh.

[Squat goblin drawing with a comically large shield and sword]Some sort of holy warrior and a smart gobblin. I’m pretty impressed.

[Half-Elf sketch]Sneaksy. Greedy- especially for jewelry it seems. Better secrete the coinpurse in a less obvious location while I’m with this group.

[Blocky half-ork]Hell of a warrior. Grounded. Convinced me the group was, if not of ill-intent, atleast better than the Drow. Speaking of…

[Stick figure drow]…why…and he appears to be a healer. Their story on why he’s with them seems plausable but…a Drow? First sign of unholy water or a ‘mending touch’ that sears the flesh and I’m going to roast him like he’s a nameday feast.

[Crude drawing of a tiefling with a tail and some horns] – Demon? Definitely knows Infernal or Abyssal, sounded him out and confirmed using what Abyssal I had learned. Seemed oddly against the evil Drow, but not sure if he has an overarching agenda. His robe looked familiar but I couldn’t quite remember why. He was pretty quick to find other clothes as well. Didn’t seem to need a weapon, his fisticuffs were fist enough. Let me borrow some strange goggles that allow me darksight. Might try and find someway of buying or trading for these- would be nice to have.

[Gnome with weird hand-crossbows]Revenge obsessed creature. His weapons are curious- small like hand-crossbows but sound like they explode when the trigger is pulled. But they’re not destroyed, and his targets are definitely reeling from something. Gnomeish magic? Might be worth investigating.

[Despite using every drop, he carefully stoppers it and returns it to the pocket, sealing it]