As we awoke from our unconscious
state, the old man greeted us. We reminisced a little, asked a few questions,
and learned more about the tapestry in which fate was weaving our threads. ~I
hope you will appreciate the weapons of legend that I have either found or
forged for you. Now go through the ancient city and find/slay the lich and his
minions.~ He paraphrased as a door opened behind him.
We unsuccessfully tried to wake
Sloan, when the old man said he would find us when he awoke. We set off down
the well-lit hall, Aida grabbed a torch from the wall, just in case. The
hallway wound deep into the mountain. It opened into a dark room. The light
from Aida’s torch did not reach any wall, save the one they entered through. A
shadowy figure flew through Igor’s peripheral. He cast dancing lights in the
direction it was moving, but it was already gone.
A horrible wail started up in the
darkness. The dwarf and rangers were stunned by the racket, and Igor cast more
lights to try and reveal the source. Some things should be left in the dark…
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