Monday, February 1, 2010

Series 1 - Episode 3

The staircase we had come down had vanished, and the dragon was reduced to naught but bone, much to Falric's dismay. We opened the door, walked through the hallway, and found on the other side a pair of zombies, which we quickly dispatched. Outside the old temple we found a vast city, utterly dedicated to the worship of Nerull. How the god of death could have brought about such prosperity is baffling to me, but I'm sure it is only a matter of time before it comes to ruin. I have seen what the future holds already.

In the city, our party dispersed to find new equipment. Fenrir and I headed to the smithy, where I purchased some chain mail and Fenrir some daggers, while the Sorcerer Zalan headed to the magic sector. There he learned that there was a cult of necromancers active in the city, but they were the type who came looking for you as opposed to the other way around. The magic sector didn't have much in the way of combat spells. Evidently, the city is laughably far from danger. Except in that the temple to Nerull is built in it.

We left town after stocking up, and found the land around us...Changing. It would shift from desert to forest, then back again every few minutes. We were unnerved, but headed northwards towards our destination regardless. Eventually, we were attacked by a trio of were-rats. The battle was going poorly for us, when a massive creature popped out of the trees and devoured the rats. Then, before that creature could attack us, a red dragon attacked it! And as the two creatures battled, reality shifted to that of a desert and a massive purple worm came from out of the ground, chasing something unseen!

After the worm left, we packed up camp and headed to the nearest town, arriving somewhere near dawn. The shifting stopped as we approached the town, and we collapsed in the inn, exhausted. I've no idea what's going on, but I hope this man the Sorcerer in the temple has us looking for knows the answer.

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