Fontainver

Escape from Yarlug

So many of my people had died in the mines of Yarlug. We were driven hard and with no concern for our safety. Hungry, exhausted and weak from constant chiselling, I had fallen like the others. That’s when something odd happened; instead of crashing to my death in moments, I managed to slow my fall – control it, even! That was not all, I had felt that I was flooded with energy, my bruises clearing and cuts binding, quickly forming scabs before disappearing altogether. I realised that I had a power – something my mind controlled. At the bottom of the shaft I had landed in, I found bodies... well, skeletons – some very old and some more recent, but all decayed. The lighting strung across the seam above barely reached the bottom of the pit here, but amongst the dead something caught my eye. It was warm in the dark, not like the Brightbane they had us mining, which was cold in the stone, no, this was warm.

I tripped as I moved quickly, drawn to the tiny glow, and the clatter rang out, echoing up the shaft. I had waited, holding my breath... the Devils would look for me now – nothing got out of the mines alive. I desperately looked around, scrabbling through the bones to try to arm myself. I would not die without a fight, I was an Ironcloak! I found weapons and some bits of armour, some of surprising quality and easily repaired. My hand finally rested on a long-extinguished torch, and I hastened to search for something to light it with. I found a small box, just as a screech from above announced that I was missed. A second came from the top of the shaft; they knew this place.

There was hope, though, it was a tinderbox! I thumbed what seemed like a flint and struck its sharp edge against the flat two-inch strip of cold steel. Sparks flew, illuminating my immediate surroundings and momentarily blinding me. In that instant I saw the small warm item; it was, even now, imprinted on my mind. Lying amongst the many skeletons at the bottom of the pit was the body of a dwarf or gnome who had once been an important figure. Whilst his armour was ancient and broken, it was clearly once of quality. Nothing much was left of his clothes except for a robe which seemed untouched by age. It was what was on one of the fingers of the skeleton’s outstretched hand that captivated me. I still saw its warmth even though the sparks had died. Another screech focused my mind on the task at hand.

Striking again and again, I managed to ignite a piece of age-dried cloth. It gave enough light to pull together more combustibles and wrap them around the metal shaft of a mace. I quickly gathered other items, assessing quality, size and durability. Astounded by how many lay dead here, I found what I needed. I replaced my ripped and torn boots and my stained clothes with things that had lasted the years even at the bottom of this cold, dark place. Then it struck me: there was no water here. Yarlug had many underground streams which permeated all the rock – indeed it was the water erosion had revealed Brightbane. There was not a drop here, though. Things had begun to disintegrate but not rotted, no, not even mildewed - there was not even mould... nothing grew here.

Something told me to take the ring; surely a glowing ring should not fall into the hands of the Devils above. They would see its warmth, as I had, so I must hide it. Quickly I stole it from its long-dead owner and popped it in the pocket of his cloak, that I draped over my shoulders. Then it struck! Claws ripped at me from above, trying to lift me. The screech was unbearably loud and piercing. Somehow, though, the cloak denied its grip, and I did not feeling the stabbing pain those talons could have inflicted. Indeed, even its sharp-ended, poison-tipped tail failed to penetrate the magical weave. Wingless it floated above me, bemused, hissing and screeching. I smashed it with a staff, knocking it to the floor. It was confused, not used to such resistance. I did not give it time to collect itself, striking again and again, pouring all my anger and misery into the smashing blows. Finally, I plunged a blade into the nape of its long, green-black neck. Its eyes bulged in pain and shock, piercing the dark with a pale orange light before it collapsed, taking up home with its fellow dead.

There would be more, I knew. I desperately looked around for a way of escaping. I could not go up – certainly not unnoticed. Using the light of my make-shift torch and scrabbling across the skeletons, bodies I found it. There was a small fissure in the dry rock that opened to the torch light. I crawled through, pushing the torch forward as I went, staff between my knees. After what felt like hours of a slow ascent, I emerged into a larger chamber. My torch was spluttering and my back breaking, my knees scuffed and bruised. The room, clearly an old entrance to Yarlug, was again littered with skeletons. They had fallen when the devils came and here, I realised, could be the remains of my family.

I knew this way to the surface, and was glad to be able to pass without looking too closely at my surroundings. I had to get out into the light and away from these devil-held mines. Eyes shut for the most part, I edged along the walls, turning and twisting my way up. Another screech echoed through the caverns below – they had discovered what had happened in the pit. Every instinct told me to run, but I controlled myself – to fall here might spell the end. Yarlug was full of hidden traps and pits, so I had to be careful. I finally climbed a shaft that few knew was more than a source of light. As I began, I felt – for the first time – the dampness associated with the porous rocks of gnome hall. The dampness increased until water dripped down the dark grey surface up which I climbed. Forcing my legs straight and pushing my back to the opposite wall, I paused, breathing heavily from the exertion. A few years ago, before they came, I could have climbed this in less than an hour. Now, I was weak. I cupped my hands beneath a tiny stream of water and let them fill slowly, drinking before the liquid of life overflowed, leaving my grasp.

My head at last emerged into a pale darkness, the fresh air breathing new life into me. I was free! The stars were so bright above, bringing back a memory of old. I shook my head and took another deep, calming breath before hauling myself out onto the rock-strewn, uneven grassland of what was once Amorsland. I recalled stories of a great castle to the north that may have weathered the storm brought about by the ‘surfacers’. My legs were wobbly as I set off, tired from pushing against the wall they were not ready to lift and stride. I heard and felt the rage of hundreds of evil voices fill the complex beneath me, reverberating against the stone making the rocks over which I walked tremble in fear. I picked up my pace, willing my legs to get into a more natural stride. It was cold on the surface. There were puddles and patches of dark mud which I instinctively avoided.

Dawn confirmed I had been heading in the right direction. Pale orange the sun rose to my right. I must have been walking for most of the night. The terrain had not changed much from that I remembered as a child; however, there were low mounds of earth raised near one another in clumps of five or six and covered with purple-red heather. In other parts the earth was torn and rent, filled with water or churned up into some muddy gloop. Foul odours rose from some parts, making me gag or feel dizzy. Nothing now lived here, and I dared not drink from the puddles. My mind drove me forward, overcoming all need for food, sleep or water.

Eventually I saw the partial ruins. It had withstood Ragnorak – Fontainver lived. The river was drained, and the bridge thrown down, so I could easily walk across its ruin. The many breaches in the walls were patched up, but I knew it could not withstand a determined assault for long. The temple which once shone out high on the keep was no more. The wharves were broken and thrown into the tumultuous sea. The once-proud race of sea elves that made this their home were long dead. But still, I was drawn here… was this the salvation I had sought? Would there be any there willing to help free my people?

Fontainver Attacked

As I climbed over the lip of the far river bank, horns sounded from the walls above me, and I could see figures running to line what was left of the battlements. I looked back and saw three of the devil creatures on the far bank - had they followed me?! Turning back, I was startled to see a massive eagle screaming towards me with a humanoid figure in its talons. I had no chance to get away, but thankfully it only intended to drop the figure off on the ground in front of me. He was human in appearance, but had a strange golden hue to his skin, bald and hairless... completely hairless actually, without even any eyebrows. His facial appearance was quite delicate, although he seemed to be screaming with excitement as he flew through the air, calming down only when his feet were on the ground. His eyes were... weird. Did they blink like a snake, or was that my imagination? He was simply dressed, with a fine kimono that had neutral colours with some elements of blue. He wore a backpack, as if expecting to journey, and carried a large fine bow, with the hilts of some other weapons stowed behind his back just visible.

He shouted, in Common, for me to run and stepped between me and the threat. I was resigned to having to fight, but I didn't need any encouragement to try and get away, so I sprinted forwards. I was not quite halfway to the gates when the first devil appeared on our side of the river bed. The guy that had told be to run managed to fend away its lashing tail, but got raked by its claws. I couldn't just abandon him... so I turned and fired a flechette from my wrist, causing the devil to scream in pain. Another one appeared a little farther back, so I pulled out my crossbow and put a bolt into it. The bald guy killed the first creature with a blade (he had pulled two blades from behind his back, although they were quite short for a human), and then turned to run.

I ran too, although he soon overtook me with his longer stride, and then devil creatures appeared between and behind us - we would have to fight! The bald upsider wanted me to run along the walls, away from the gate, which seemed strange. He used his weapons to turn away one clawed hand, but was scraped again by another. The cloak shifted again to protect me from one attack, but the other claws drew blood; I was able to bash it in return, doing significant damage, but was raked again. The lizard man killed his foe with one of his blades, so it seemed he could handle himself in a fight. I did the same, landing a crushing blow on my opponent's head. They both disappeared when defeated, leaving nothing behind.

We tried to get away again, hoping that the battle that had started between giant eagles and devils would distract the foe, but one close to us charged us down and caught me, lifting me up as it dug its claws in painfully. It started to lift up into the air, but the golden guy stabbed his blades into it from behind and hauled it down again. I forced my way out of its claws, using my mind to minimise the damage as best I could, but still badly hurt. The guy, who had seemed quite calm before, was stabbing into the devil from behind in a frenzy, almost falling forwards when it disappeared in its death throes.

We kept moving, getting away from the battle that was raging between devils and birds, and that would perhaps spread to the fortress. We found a dip in the landscape, which was ruined farmland, now too dry to sustain the crops that once would have grown here. There we rested, and discussed the threat, and Tak offered me a blessing of saltwater that revived me a little. Tak was his name... well, actually his name sounded like someone tried to make the sound of sea waves breaking on a beach, but I found that hard to get me head around, let alone my mouth. Thankfully everyone called him Tak, and he was happy for me to do the same. He had been a student at the monastery at Fontainver, but his master had told him to go out into the world, with me, and try to impose order for good. He had told Tak that evil had acted to impose order first, but that was a future that should not be allowed to happen. Tak also drew parallels between Yarlug and Fontainver - where stone once protected us, now it only imprisoned us, and that is why we had to move away from the fortress to find our own path.

I spent some time tinkering with my weapon. I had been doing so ever since I climbed out of Yarlug - the weapons I had found were heavy and slowed me down, so I had created my own, taking the best parts of each. I was quite proud of what I had created - a normal staff at first sight, and useful for finding my way safely, but I could twist it in such a way that a bladed, pointed end extended from the top to make a more effective weapon so long as I didn't need a free hand. Soon, though, we had to press on, not wanting to wait for the outcome of the battle behind us. We headed to what legend told us should be a great forest, the Efferendil, but it had been much diminished. Some of the forest had clearly been hacked down for wood, and much of the rest had withered and died for lack of water. It had taken a few days to reach the first trees as well, which was much longer than expected.

As we walked, increasingly worried that we would run out of water, we suddenly saw a forest appear a few hundred yards in front of us! We should have seen it much sooner, and Tak stepped back to see what happened; sure enough, it was invisible just a few yards back. What powerful dweomer could hide a whole forest? There was some movement in the trees ahead, but we kept going, hoping that there might be someone friendly within. We were not so sure when glowing forms emerged from the ground ahead of us, speaking simultaneously to say: "who goes there?" with one voice. They weren't much for conversation, and just said that: "Haemrandir says none may pass. The death of all is upon us." Tak dropped to the floor, saying that we seek allies, and that he sought to bring life with water to the forest. This seemed to interest them, and then Tak spoke in a language I didn't understand. After a few moments he told me that they were guardians of forest, and he promised to restore life to the forest. At that, they disappeared and our way was clear again.

Tak thanked his ancestors for their guidance, and asked if I would speak to mine. When I said that my ancestors were all gone to me he was shocked, stopping dead. He insisted that we must resolve this, and took me towards the river bed to find some rocks, as that seemed to be closest to my home. We found a boulder and he asked me to inscribe the names of my parents on the rock. Although it brought back painful memories, I started to write their names. As I did so the strangest thing happened, we saw water welling up from beneath the rock, and the rock itself vibrated. Although the water could not endure in this dry place, I felt like I had a spiritual connection with my kin for the first time since I had lost them. I would remember this, and honour them again.

We continued after that, but before long we had to make camp because it started to get dark. I tinkered with my armour, resetting the flechette and checking the other alterations I had made. When it was too dark to work, I found a sheltered spot near a tree and settled down with Tak watching over - apparently he didn't need to sleep like normal people. When I awoke, I could see that he was wary, looking around at the trees. He had been sprinkling salt water in some kind of prayer, but had felt that the tree spirits did not welcome it. I started to put my armour on, but felt that something was out of place and warned Tak to be ready. He seemed confused that salt water was not bringing life, and I had to explain that beyond the sea only fresh water could bring life. What manner of creature was he, anyway? I could believe, at least, that he had spent his life inside the walls of a monastery!

The Efferendil (or What Was Left of It)

Suddenly we were shouted at by a mad-eyed elf, saying that we were hurting the trees and to stop it. Tak apologised at once, saying that he was trying to bring water to the trees. I kept my hand on my weapon. She said that she knew where the water was, and if we wanted to help then we would need to fight the dark elves (Drow) that guarded it. Perhaps she could be an ally if we helped her? We introduced ourselves, and learned that her name was Silanna, and she claimed to have a dragon called Cassandra. Tak had head stories of the great beasts that were dragons, so this was quite impressive. I wasn't so sure, she babbled her words out and seemed to have been living in the forest for longer than I had lived at all - perhaps it had made her a little crazy?

She did explain that the water was dammed up-river, which made sense, and said that we would have to approach in the night if we were to have any chance of getting close. Tak had been taught stories of the Drow, too, and feared that they would be powerful foes. He asked after Silanna's ancestors, but she didn't know her parents at all. At this I spoke of my connection with my ancestors, that Tak had taught me. She might have to use the trees to pay respects, though. Tak suggested going to the place where she was most comfortable before trying to connect with them. Silanna agreed, as it was on the way west anyway. We followed her through the forest, which still seemed a little sparse, until she suddenly turned south. There the forest began to thicken a little, and eventually we came to a massive tree. I felt a change in the air, and said we should stop.

I was right - we had passed a boundary of some kind, and a figure emerged from the tree. It was some kind of warrior, but not one that was living. It may have been an elf once, but now was black and wore a long necklace. It spoke only one word: "no" and then moved to attack Silanna! She swung her body back, avoiding the first blow, and almost did the same again, suffering a minor blow from its second attempt. Tak had moved up to the tree, praying and sprinkling water, and as he did so we heard a loud crack and the flesh fell from the figure to leave just a skeleton. The skeleton struck Silanna again, and this time she was frozen by some power we didn't understand. I launched a flechette into it and moved to attack with Tak, hoping to defend Silanna.

We were too slow to stop her being hit, suffering the full force as she could not move. Suddenly her dragon appeared! It wasn't quite what we were expecting, though, as it was only about a foot and a half long, but it did ferociously attack the foe. We converged, and I struck one blow before Tak git is with a powerful blow from behind. Silanna shook off whatever it was that had held her and quickly put an arrow into the creature. Its chest exploded with the impact, and a slight shockwave surrounded the tree before a wind blew from the tree towards us. We heard a sound that suggested the wood had changed on the other side.

Tak dragged the body away from what he now believed to be a holy place, and it was decaying even as he dragged it beyond what we could now see was a circle of trees surrounding the largest. Tak had heard legends of Haemrandir's tree, and believed that this is what we had found. The others started honouring the spirits of the trees and the ancestors at each tree in the circle, and I took over dragging the remains away to avoid interfering. As they approached the central tree again, Tak became absorbed by the power of the tree, and it started to physically bind him within its branches. Silanna, though, stepped back to see what was happening. Instinctively, Silanna stepped forward and embraced the tree, and Tak was immediately released as it seemed to calm. She heard a voice asking: "protector what can I do for you"? She wasn't sure, but we confirmed that we had heard the voice too. It needed us to release the water - we saw an image of the centre of the tree, which contained an elaborate chamber, and then an image of an ancient demon (Demogorgon) containing the water in a dam. The water must be released for life to endure.

Inside tree - Oggs to follow - imagery that will be important.

It felt quite momentous to get such a communion with the heart of the forest, but as we continued to track the bed of the river Cloof west reality began to set in again; we were running out of water. Even Silanna had exhausted her supply, and she told us that she usually went to where the water was dammed at night to collect more. We didn't have long to dwell on this, as a line of swampy looking creatures were approaching from the west (Cassandra had warned Silanna of their approach). They were in a line, clearly searching (probably for us), so we had nowhere to go. I tried to create a distraction, but it didn't affect enough of them to create a hole we could break through. We hid in the trees and waited for the line to reach us. Now that we could see them, they didn't look like they belonged in the forest... was something directing these, as the devil monsters had been driven?

Silanna opened the engagement, killing one with her bow as we ambushed another. Tak stunned it with a powerful blow, allowing us to escape, but we couldn't go without Silanna. I crouched and picked out a tool, firing a small grenade at the enemy closing on her. The capsule broke and did its job, sending two to sleep, which gave Silanna the chance to close up with us. I was pleased with how my modifications were working so far - so much more elegant that the raw dweomer that mages threw around. Silanna was hurt, but there were two more of the things in our way so we still had a fight on our hands. I struck one and Silanna finished it with an arrow at point blank range.

Tak was badly hurt, but he took a moment to pause and some of his wounds knitted, leaving him looking much better; he managed to deflect the next blow aimed at him as well. Silanna killed another (she was pretty good with that bow), and I finished off the one attacking Tak. The rest of their party had closed in on us, and one struck at me, but once again the cloak moved to protect me. Tak stabbed at the one that had been thwarted by my cloak, piercing its heart so it dropped dead in an instant. Silanna was in trouble now, looking badly wounded, and Tak stepped in to parry a blow aimed at her. Silanna kept up her assault, killing yet another with a single arrow. That seemed to be the last straw for the slimy creatures, as the last two broke and ran.

Considering how much we had suffered, we were happy to let them go, and in fact we decided to get out of the area as quickly as possible, so I let Silanna carry me so we could cover more distance. I used my power (was it the power of rock, if Tak used the power of water?) to heal some of Silanna's wounds as we traveled, but we kept going until dusk just to be safe. Then we took time to rest properly, and I tended to our camp as the others used the darkness to approach the dam and gather water. It was much bigger than we had expected, a tall, solid stone structure with a significant flood plain behind it. Now we could understand why the Cloof was so dry! I didn't get to see it until later, but I secretly had to admire the scale of the construction - it would have taken significant planning and effort to complete.

Tak and Silanna has seen patrols that paced the dam infrequently, that were definitely Drow. It had been easy for them to get in and out without challenge, as the guards seemed disinterested and didn't go beyond the dam itself, but it would be difficult to destroy the dam, or even affect it in any significant way. We did a quick tally of anything we had which might be of use... and that's when I remembered the ring. The moment I took it out, Silanna wanted it. It was quite disturbing to see her so excited by it, and to listen to her you would think it was the one thing in the world that could save her home. I backed away slightly, unwilling to give it to someone that seemed quite so unhinged. In the end I passed it to Tak as a neutral party to hold until we understood more about it, which seemed to placate Silanna... at least for now.

We talked instead about the tactical plan to deal with the dam. There was nothing we could do without a thorough inspection to look for any weak points, but that would mean dealing with the guards first. We thought that we would have to approach from the south to avoid them just going to get help (we believed the enemy was stronger in the south), which would mean crossing the Cloof. Tak insisted on crossing via the water, upstream, but Silanna had no means to cross easily (and without getting wet), so we decided to leave him to it and meet on the south side near the dam. We would walk across the dry river bed, which seemed the easier option.

He later told us that, despite swimming easily across the four hundred yards or so, he had almost not made it as a massive fish had intercepted him. At first it had just nudged him to see if he was dangerous, but then had bitten deep and dragged him under the water. He had been forced to kill it for his own survival, but wasn't happy at harming a creature of the water. We also had an eventful crossing. Once we were about halfway across, mud warriors (similar to the ones in the forest, although they seemed more comfortable here) had emerged from dark patches on the river bed. Silanna loosed arrows and killed one before they closed on us, and I had used the flame elements in my weapon for the first time to heat it before the fight. It was glowing nicely by the time they attacked.

Silanna was stabbed, but retaliated with an arrow strike, and I slashed and stabbed one another, which fell dead. Silanna was hit again, and this time collapsed with blood oozing nastily from a wound in her side. The small dragon appeared again, seemingly doing so when Silanna was in dire need, and it ripped the back of her attackers neck out, killing it (I'm not sure I know dragon expressions, but I'm sure it didn't like the taste). There were still two, though, and rather than fight alone I hurried to Silanna's side and used my powers to seal the wound and revive her. She was still sorely wounded, but had the strength to push the dead creature off her, pick up her bow and kill one of the foe with one shot! She might seem fragile, but there was definitely an inner strength to her. The last one turned and ran, sinking back into the mud, and we were not bothered again as we finished the crossing.

We waited until it was nearly dawn, but still dark, and approached the dam from the south as planned. There was a road on that side, so we positioned ourselves near it, and then Tak went forward to talk to the Drow as we covered him from the cover of some trees. He had insisted on giving them a chance to leave in peace, despite the stories telling of how evil and uncaring they were. The Drow were pale, with glowing white eyes, and the nearest guard jumped when he hailed him from the darkness. He was confused by Tak's insistence that the dam must be gone, and took him for a simpleton when he explained that it was stopping the water from flowing... that was the whole point of a dam, after all! Tak was unmoved, though, and just said that if the guard insisted on staying then he might get wet, which just caused the Drow to laugh out loud. He told Tak to get lost, but when Tak walked forwards he got angry and loosed an arrow at him. Tak swayed his body, deftly avoid the attack. That was great, but the alarm had already been raised.

Silanna reacted first, slamming an arrow into the neck of the guard and causing him to topple over into the water, lifeless. It seemed Tak was right... he did get wet! Another arrow flew from the darkness farther along the dam, though, and buried itself in Tak's chest. He moved back quickly, badly hurt, to take a position behind us where he could use his own bow in support. A second Drow appeared, and I sent a flechette flying into it from my gauntlet. Silanna followed with several arrows, and the target staggered and feel down the face of the dam, either dead already or when they hit the ground.

Tak shouted for us to let them come rather than advance, although he loosed arrows over our heads into the darkness; it seemed he was able to see further than us. Thankfully the Drow couldn't see any better than us, as another Drow appeared at the edge of our vision. Silanna was clipped by a couple of arrows as the Drow returned fire, but she found her mark with her first arrow and he fell dead where he stood.

According to Tak there was another Drow just out of sight, and sure enough we saw him when he moved forward to engage us. Tak and Silanna both buried arrows into his chest and he too fell dead. There was one more just behind him, but seeing the bodies of all his fellow guards, he decided to turn and run.

The others started after the fleeing Drow, looking to chase them down. I was under no illusions that I had any chance of catching them, so I just ran forward to give Tak some aid (the wound he had taken at the beginning of the engagement looked particularly nasty), and then I stayed to fish the body out of the water and see if they had anything of value. They didn't need me, anyway, as Tak set an incredible pace and soon chased him down.

Tak struck him just with his fingers, and somehow that paralysed the Drow, bringing him to a sudden stop. Tak made sure he removed all his weapons, and there were quite a lot of them! Silanna hoisted him over her shoulder and carried him back to the shore, where she was able to tie him to a tree. Tak tried to get information out of him, but he wasn't cooperating at all. I had collected arrows to replace those the others had fired, along with a few coins, but our attention now had to turn to the dam itself.

I walked down the dry side of the dam as the sun started to rise, and immediately saw that there were metal sluice gates linked to several towers along the length of the dam, so releasing the water would be simple... except that they would be easy to close again. Silanna investigated the nearest tower, and found one of the mechanisms that could raise the gates. As we suspected, though, if we were to destroy the mechanism it would leave the gate closed, which didn't help.

As the light improved, I tried inspecting the dam for any weaknesses that we could exploit. I reached the halfway point, a little dismayed but also impressed. The dam was well built, and I hadn't found any point we could really work with to weaken it. I had to stop, though, as some of the mud creatures emerged from their damp patches nearby. We had planned for this possibility, and I grabbed a rope that Silanna was holding onto, getting hauled up and out of their reach before they could get close. They eventually sank back into the mud below.

Takes a day and a half to construct a mechanism to exploit a flaw on far side. Silanna pulls chain, starts leaking, and then hauls again and eventually gives way catastrophically. Run as the dam starts collapsing, but accelerates rapidly. Eventually caught as we were about 90 yards from the end. My mind saves me again, and Silanna used dweomer from a scroll to fly. I try to walk up the falling, flowing water for a few moments before she picks me up and carries me to the other side with Tak waiting.

Set the prisoner free, who runs off south. Walk along the path to the south, with Silanna's dragon scouting ahead. Rest for the night but Tak awakens us - Drow party pass by on path, and as expected return later at pace. After they have passed we follow, and I allow Silanna to carry me so that we can match their pace.

The forest begins to thin after a while and they fire a flaming arrow into the air, and a trumpet blast answers. Wargs come bounding up to greet them. Start to track us. Move back but once they catch the scent they outpace us. Set an ambush, and I send a flechette into the first one. They bound forward quickly towards me, but Silanna hit with her second arrow, killing the one I had struck.

Tak put an arrow into another one. Becomes a furball with everyone in melee. I land one blow, and Tak finished it off. Seems to be excited by the kill, which is unusual. I finish the other one off, and the Drow hadn't reached us yet.

I run forward and fire a sleep capsule at them, sending one to sleep. Arrows fly back, and Tak deflects one, but one grazed me. Have to run forward or we would be peppered with arrows, and others join me. Tak landed a glancing blow. He was stabbed in return, though. I was grazed by swords as Tak landed another blow and I gutted it with a final blow.

Three on floor unconscious, so need to move quickly. But they wake up and shoot me in the back! Use mind to heal the wound, but the others are starting to wake as well and Silanna hit twice. She returns fire, killing one, but we are both wounded again. She kills another in return.

Heal some of Silanna's wounds as we move away from the track into the forest. After half a mile or so we move to edge of treeline and dragon takes a look out. Rolling plains, but a stone tower visible near where the track would have left the trees.

Decide to look for an ancient monestary so head back west, passing the tower. Drow on top and by door, but seriously tough looking black figure walking up the track towards the forest. Back track quickly. Rest in the forest before striking south onto the plains under cover of darkness. Hard going, and can still see tower after the night.

Try to rest during the day, although a drizzle of rain and a grey sky so a miserable journey. Sometime in the night Tak warns us that there is something ahead. Try to be stealthy, and I feel vibrations. See them checking the ground as if listening for vibrations. Try throwing stones and loosing arrows, but eventually one finds Silanna so we are forced into combat.

Tak kills two defending Silanna, but a bunch of them reach her. She kills two, though. The few that are left run. We felt almost guilty for having to kill them, but we were trying to avoid them. Continue travel south, and rain abates slightly. Ground sloping down and no mountains in sight, so turn west.

Rest again, and collect more water. Rain eases the next day and continue. Reach a road crossing north/south. Not ancient, but well made and in use. Cross and continue. Terrain starts to change from peatland to grass plains, which is slightly easier going. Rest for the night, and Tak sees some lights in the far distance in the night. He also hears something moving to our north past us.

Undisturbed though, and carry on in the morning. Land starts to fall away, and reveals a vast plain with a river wihtin it, but mountains in the distance. Move down into the valley, and see a road up ahead with black blobs on it.

Flying creatures come over the ridge and lift us up in their talons, painfully. I managed to get a magic missile into one beforehand. Strike the one that lifted me, but still being carried up. Silanna gets dragon to help her (Cassandra), and imbibing a potion she turned into a hard to see gas, starting to drift in the air.

I kill the one that grabbed me and fall, but my mind slows me and I land safely. Tak looks like he has passed out, so am I the only target? Sure enough get lifted up, so strike my attacker well... but not quite enough. Gassy Silanna gets Cassandra to root in Tak's backpack, found the ring and put it on Tak's finger, which revives him instantly! He grabs a wing and forces it to descend, slowly colliding with ground so that Tak is free.

I am grabbed and pass out with the pain. Tak fighting with Cassandra, one claw grabs him. Cassandra stings his attacker, and it collapses. Tak ran and leapt into the air to try to bring down the one with me in its claws. It drops me in pain, but then Cassandra stung it and it fell heavily to the floor, Tak with it.

Others flee, so we are safe. Tak revived me with one of his blessings, but no sign of Silanna. Follow Cassandra to a spot, but nothing there. Wait for nearly an hour and she appeared out of nowhere! Miraculous. Offered healing ointment, though, which was welcome.

Follow ridge north, with Cassandra occassionally looking over the ridge to see what's there. A huge basin that looks boggy so move north looking for a way around. At some point Silanna says that Cassandra has got very excited and has found a short person but is full of joy.

Turns out Cassandra was excited because it has some gems. Very short, called "Calinn" and there are others of his kind. Vorsaykorai was where the crater now is, so we're about 100 years too late. There are still monks and gnomes in the mountains, though. Spoke my language - as does Silanna! Suspicious of my heritage, though.

Able to barter for food and water, using Silanna's gems. Rest for the night, seeing a line of forest to the north, and start to turn west and begin coming back around towards the mountains. The dawn light was bathing them in a red light, which was ominous. Are those there stuck in the past, as Tak said they might be, and need bringing into the light?

Move away farther from the edge, as the day is clear, trying to avoid the flying things. Start to climb the rocky foothills, so harder going. Aiming for highest mesa, but camp in the mountains. Woken in the night by an attack with crossbow bolts striking Tak and I. He runs off, scrambling over the rocks expertly.

Tak runs to one of the crossbow users - like dwarves but with glowing white orbs for eyes. Apparently four coming towards us, but I see two. Send a flechette into the nearest. Tak's opponent draws axes, but doesn't get to use them as Tak buries a blade in his head.

Silanna puts arrow into the head of two of our opponents, killing them instantly. Warns of one behind me, trying to ram it back, just puts it off enough for its blow to miss me. I am struck badly, but Silanna kills one with an arrow, and I kill another with my weapon, infused with lightning. Silanna finished last one off. Looted some interesting items, including a magazine loading crossbow and a couple of phials of blue liquid.

Travel slowly through the rest of the night to get away from the site of battle. As the dawn light starts we see a path with cut stone steps. Wary of what might use it, so seek a place to rest and watch for a while. Nothing seen so follow it up.

Stairs allow for all sizes. Eventually feel a tremor and rocks start falling from the cliff above to our right. Start running, and just manage to dodge a boulder half my size. Run until out of shadow of cliffs, Silanna scooping me up towards the end, although still rocks rolling down the slopes either side.

Silanna warns that Cassandra sees dog-headed things approaching along the steps. Puts me down, and Tak stops to greet whatever they are. They want to herd us back for "her" to eat us. Tak knocked down - they are physically trying to push us down now.

I heal Tak, who had been injured before, dropping crossbow and take my weapon out ready to fight. Silanna killed two with arrows - wanted to kill us now because we were dangerous. Tak stabbed one to death. Last one surrenders when given the chance. Told to stay if it wanted to live. Start moving past it. I ask to stop at a sudden twist - notice that it has been created and not a natural part of the rock here.

Closer examination reveals a slight crack of a door. I blast the surface clean, revealing it fully. Tak was able to unlock the mechanism. It was trapped, but we were ready and a pit opened in front of the door when it swung open. We had moved to the side, but it seemed like a long way down!

Tak climbs into doorway with Silanna holding him on rope just in case. Sees some runes within the corridor.

The …/ … up its … host In those dark years we … the most. And on Vorsay the challenge came. Losing all to … evil reign.

… champions our cause, … men, elves and dwarves, In battle against this …. foe All lost, … is our woe.

Through the mountains of metal and stone The host …, … flesh from bone …. land was first to suffer Broken, it was torn ....

An … seized, The …not …, Comes …/… with fire And turns … into a …/….

Denied the Bridge of …., The host turn to the marsh … … victory at …/…/… Forces Evil’s retreat to begin.

Tak secures rope inside then climbs back out and secures end of rope outside. Close the door just before more gnolls arrive. Metallic banging on the door. Light torches (including my red/purple one) and move down the corridor.

Reach a relief archway that comes to a point at the top where an eagle's talon sticks down. Tak honours air spirits, and I use a gem to bring the sound of the wind to the place. Progress slowly down the stairs, clockwise descent. Find a door, which Tak unlocks and in doing so makes safe.

I walk through but am immediately confronted by the white-eyed dwarves on the other side! Luckily first bolt went over head and hit one of the other dwarves, my cloak saved me from one blow but hurt by another. I killed the one his mate injured, stepping into the space to allow others to come forward.

Tak parries an attack and Silanna pushes into the room, energising her body with lightning and striking one, sending arcs across his body. I target it, stabbing and killing it - teamwork! Silanna flanks and kills one with an arrow. Tak killed one. Others start to run, sounding a horn as they go into the darkness. Retrieve torches.