The intrepid adventuring party once again set off to explore the mysterious Tower of Uthathorn. This time, we were sure we would explore deep into the inner tower, using the passwall scroll that we found on a previous visit.
Bloody Hands, Bloody Hirelings and Bloody Adventurers
Bloody Hands, Bloody Hirelings and Bloody Adventurers
THAT was a valiant effort.
I thought we were “putting the band back together” and finally heading back to the place where my best clue to my mother lies – Castle Zagyg. And we did. It just didn’t work out so well.
Jeyya's diary of Castle Zagyg: Death to the Maugublex, Goblin Politics and Snakes in Baskets
So, we’re off to the Castle!
Finally! I was getting so, so very tired to staying at home and reading basic magic texts while the rest of the gang headed off to other obscure errands! Dangerous ones too! That dreamy but arrogant Vincent is never coming back, apparently. The Outs Inn still has plenty of wonderful elven wine, and I may yet have enough of it to make eyes at that new bard, but…
Whisper the Weasel, Hammer Races, Korbin the Dwarf is the Kobold King! Hail!
But never, never trust a kobold.
Also, I found a clue that the Brothers did indeed have something to do with Castle Zagyg.
And dammit, I still can only memorize three first level spells.
from the journal of Tarin, itinerant wizard-in-training
What a wonderful journey! Except for the centipedes. And the goblins, of course. And the tainted arrows. The wolves. The persistent, gnawing fear of being stalked in the forest. But if you let things like that get in the way, you’ll never go anywhere, will you?
Well, no-body died.
But just the ROAD to Castle Zagyg is scary. And I’ve been “outed”.
We got some nice gems but … adventuring is turning out to be an intricate and dangerous ordeal. Like that bard said, ‘the thrill of victory and the agony of defeat.’ I could use more thrilling victories.
I’ve been traveling with my companions for many months now, and despite the many dangers we’ve run into, we’ve fared very well, until now. After our victories against the denizens of the mines under Serpent Ridge, we grew careless. Now, Warf and Robert Claire won’t be returning from our last expedition to the mines.
Danforth’s motto is “you can trust a man who writes a letter every day”. With that in mind, here’s his letter to his father, on liberating The Blue Torch Inn and uncovering Baglo’s scheme.
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