Rainbow Unicorn Diary of Grugain DeVir the Flamboyant:
What a strange Day. It all started when Nasaug, four children, their father and an old woman fell into a large sink hole in the middle of Red larch after a sudden torrential downpour.
We all rushed to aid; I leaped into the sink hole as Bashar tried to secure a rope to try and pull those who had fallen out of the hole. But sadly, due to clumsiness, he also falls into the hole. It must be the curse that still ails him.
This is more than a sink hole. My Drow eyes discovered that it is a large room, with fine crushed bedrock as flooring and tree roots for walls. There is a passage heading north and an iron door towards the south. There are even old tattered cloaks and a half emptied water skin hanging by the door.
Nasaug reassured the children and then brings three of them up out of the hole as he assumed the shape of a giant spider. With Bashar’s rope, and Smitty’s and Drongar help, we bring the rest of the town’s folk up.
Strangely the town elders are screaming for us to get out there, like we are trespassing upon something that should not. My elven ears hear something of the sort “The Delvers must not be forgotten; the stones must not be moved”. Silly Town elder, you do not say such things like that to adventurers.
Smitty, Nasaug and Drongar, join us in the sink hole. Bashar is already mumbling under his breath “Where is the gold?”
We travel through the door down a corridor where two large Statues of ancient dwarves sit in the middle of the corridor. The statues both hide hidden passageways. To the right we find a lavatory. We found a case by the lavatory where an ancient stone covered book lay, with pages that have been weathered away by time. I can see in Smitty’s face the thoughts of create an interesting rhyme with lavatory. I hope he does not add this to his tall tales of our adventures. Cause, who wishes to hear of such things?
We then pass the next statue and go left. I am at the front, using my darkvision to ensure no one surprises us. Drongar following close behind me with a torch, covering my back. I like this Dragonborn paladin. He has honour and strength, but I am sure, like the other, he sees me as nothing but a filthy underdarken. The truth hurts.
We then hear something strange, gnawing like noises. Bashar charges in screaming “For Profit!” It was quite awe inspiring in tone, less in content, but it would have made more of an impact if it was not yelled to a bunch of dog sized rats. The rats were gnawing on the bodies of 2 humans and what might be a child, or a Halfling. My blood boils at the idea that a child might have died in such a place. Bashar quickly takes care of the three offending rodents. But soon more come out of the walls and fissures the way worms do out of a dead body. Nasaug transforms himself into a majestic brown bear and also enters the fray. Soon after, we each engage in a quick battle and dispatch them as fast as they entered.
Investigating the departed, we discover that it was not a child but a Halfling. This Halfling also seems to be the same one that Killrin healed on our first evening in Red Larch. It is evident that he was murdered and left here to become rat food. A strange mark was left bloody upon his forehead in the shape of a triangle with a bar inside.
Hmmm, I find it to resemble a little bit the symbol of the flying birdman that attacked us. They are similar but not the same. Heraldry symbols maybe?
We continue along another path and as reach the end of it we enter a strange room, where a floating stone is in the center of the room. A floating stone as if held by invisible string. We are all fascinated and disturbed by this sight. Bashar, whom at the time I deemed more impatient, and know now that it is a matter of courage, pushed on the stone and as it left its center, it fell to the ground. This field of energy is located strictly in the center of the room. Nasaug wanted to test out if the field only affected the stone, so in bear form, decided to nudge Bashar in the field’s path. Nothing happened, but Bashar was not amused. Quickly he turned and gave a strong punch directly to Nasaug’s bear visage. I readied myself to try and separate them, but they seemed to settle it with nonverbal communication.
Then Smitty remembered what the town elder said. “The Delvers must not be forgotten; the stones must not be moved”. We all halted for a minute and put our faces in our hands. If something truly terrible happens, it will be our fault.
Along another path in this dungeon we arrive to a peculiar room with two doors; one at the south and one at the north. But in the middle stands a life size statue of a dwarf. It is old and held up by a wooden frame. The statue is surrounded by red gravel. Smitty recognizes something and tell us that this dwarf must be from the IronStar clan.
Bashar quickly enters the gravel circle to inspect the statues and items around. He is quite happy, as he finally finds gold in this underground, as well as agates and polished stones. He also finds a curved dagger with the name “Rezur” upon it. The dagger is beautiful and seems to call to me. I would not mind asking him for it, but I lose my nerve and don’t. With other inscriptions around the statues, this room feels like the hall of some Faerun museum. Very Interesting.
We try the southern door, but it seems well locked, which is strange as it is the first one we find in this dungeon like underground. So we try the northern one after.
To our surprise, we discover a standing stone, where a child is tied up, and 6 strange looking men in Clay armor are surrounding him. Even more strange, I think I see Krausen amongst them. Is this some form of foul sacrificial chamber? Will they do to this child what they did to the Halfling. But lucky for us, it seems like we surprised them more than they surprised us.
One of them calls out “The bringers of Woe will reward you for your curiosity”. They then pull out an assortments of weapons and challenge us. Such Fools.
Drongar leaps into action like lighting and begins to fight them. Sadly they stopped him in the doorway between rooms and none of us were able to enter the fight. But in a way, it is good as they could not go through our Dragonborn of steel armor and attack us either. This gave me a bit of time for me to prepare some spells.
These Bringers of Woe are tough. We gave them our all and still they withstood our attacks. Krausen, attacked Bashar, who returned the attack in kind, knock him cold with one blow. His fighting style can rival some of the best Drow Dark stings. Bashar is one of the best warriors I have ever seen. Even I was able to send one of them into a stupor with one of the spell granted to me by The Old One. But then the tide turned on us and stained us with bad luck. Nasaug was deafened by an attack and Bashar swung widely and almost it himself. Then Smitty tried to put them asleep with a magical sounding lullaby, but also succeeded in putting Drongar and Bashar to sleep, along with one bandit. Nasaug, Smitty and I were able to finish the fight.
We saved the child, who later informed us that he was there to be punished by his father. Punished for not delivering a message to the one of the town elders Baragusta on time. I am feeling the rage growing inside me and I can perceive it swelling also in my comrades. We also discover that it was not Krausen but his brother Grund, the pickle maker. He seems to be a jobs worth, with more of a child mentality then an adult. He was used by theses believers to move bodies. He is not an enemy and I am happy to see that the rest of the group can forgive his bad choices. The boy says things about how these Believers worship the delvers and await their guidance via the floating stones. These floating stones seem to be objects for scrying or of arcane divination.
Bashar awakens one of the Bringers of Woe who were put to sleep by the lullaby. He nothing, and spits in Bashar’s face. At this point, we take a short rest (1hr), to regain some strength.
Smitty, saying something about a roguish past, tries to pick the lock of the southern door. After much effort he succeeds and what do we find, Baragusta, sitting there like a fool. I feel my hand tense with dark energy. I want to shoot eldritch at him. I feel like he was patiently waiting for these Bringers of Woe to finish PUNISHING the child but had no stomach to watch. He is a deep coward, worse than a Duregar.
Drongar passes by me and I feel calmer. My vile thoughts dissipate. The rest of the group go forward and interrogate him. He tells us, whimpering and whining, that these Believers are comprised of all the town elders. They found this place long ago and worship these Delvers somehow. He is a whimpering fool but one cannot dismiss the fear that we possibility shook the hornets’ nest.
We continue down the path and arrive to a large square room with about 30 foot ceilings illuminated by a lantern. Baragusta’s fear is heightened. In the room are 6 tombs with humans in mining garb. I find it strange for a Dwarven made dungeon to have revered tombs for humans. But that was not the strangest part of the room. What was where the massive rocks and pillars scattered all over the center of the room, floating in place, again as if by invisible strings Baragusta, in terror ran away. We did not care to give chase, as we were enthralled by this mysterious place.
Drongar and I go and investigate the tombs. I was hoping to find some ancient Arcane symbols to explain this ominous place. The others started to move the stones. Smitty viewed the floating piece like an old woman’s play puzzle. He started to think of way to move the rocks to form a pattern. Bashar had a good idea, that some of the pieces might form the strange symbol which was carved into the halfling’s face. Nasaug, back into elvish form, started to help. But their efforts were for not.
As I was examining a tomb, my clumsiness got the better of me and I made one of the deceased miners’ helmet fell to ground. The helmet fell with a loud clang and then magically all the floating rocks fell to the ground and could no longer be moved. Curse me. This group would be better served by a Troll then a Drow out of his element such as me.
We continue combing the room, until we find a small hidden door near the far right corner of the room. There is an old smell of rotten wood and dust coming from it. But before we can investigate further we were surprised by a loud thunder crack that echoed through the room.
Nasaug, Smitty and Bashar seem hit by an unseen force. Then a cackle is heard. A mocking sound that reaches deep into my soul like Tasha’s hideous laughter only can. It comes from Larrakh, the priest whom Baragusta said was now guiding the town elders and interpreting the stones. He is upon the ceiling, like a bat garbed in more stone wear. Curse me twice. I usually always look behind every knock and cranny to make sure we are not surprised. A trick I learned from childhood do to the possibility of creatures like hook horrors or Beholders hiding under my nose in the underdark.
A second thunder crack attack fall upon my friends. Nasaug, with quick thinking and initiative, transforms himself into a spider again and meets our foe on common ground. Bashar with quick speed pulls out two hand axes and send them hurtling in the air like boulders from a catapult. Larrakh is removed from his perch and fall to the ground, but he is only stunned. There is still malevolent power behind him.
As I rush towards them I can hear the sounds of the old ones calling me from far away. “Unleash the darkness.” I fear to listen to the voice, but I must prove myself to these allies. I must prove that I am not a child of Lolth, but a child of Faerun. I unleash an eldritch blast of pure pitch that hits Larrakh straight in the chest. Never have I succeeded such an attack. He is stunned enough for the rest to also land perfect strikes. It was like we were all in in unison. We Are Victorious.
We use the secret passage way and emerge inside the wagon makers store. We discover that ALL the town elders have fled the city while we took our rest in the tombs! At first, constable Harburk Tuthmarillar was shocked when we described our strange adventure under Red Larch, but I think he saw our sincerity and is on our side.
I will finish this entry into my diary to say this. BARAGUSTA, I don’t care if there is no price on your head. I will find you and bring you to justice.