Re: LFG [5M]: Bamor Beachhead (April 19, 2020 21:00GMT)
Posted: Mon Apr 20, 2020 2:20 am
From a roughly bound loose stack of loose paper titled 'Vlolkir'
I go to the smith to take my new mace when I see Carver. Carver tells me there are adepts going to a kaer nearby, I say I have two maces now, and will join them. I have trained much, I know more, I am stronger. I have heard of kaers opening, and wish to see one. We travel southeast, to a place Carver has been before, I am told. They found things inside, Carver wishes to see more of the kaer, to find survivors, or other things. Maybe treasures.
We swim down through water, place things in dishes, it is a ritual I am told. These things are unfamiliar. We are able to enter, and go into another kaer. I have heard of kaers outside of Throal, and what adepts may find. I am ready to tell tales of what we find here. It is dark inside, and everything is broken. There are torches and crystals lit, and we move in. Scratchings and movement comes from deeper in, and we are struck by a band of corpsemen. They are felled easily, and our way is clear to move deeper in.
As we go in, others find a room of records. They read books, there are so many, but they say some more which should be there are not. I trust them, but these are matters which have little concern for me. In the room, though, I find armor. Troll-sized, and of the crystal which forms the peaks of our home. It is dormant, resting. It will fit me, and I take it. As I return to the others, they swear on passions' names and speak of evil done here. Folk of the kaer had a horror locked inside with them. They made deals, they were driven mad, they appeased this creature. It is still here, they others say the last page of the last book was written by it, it bids us welcome, this thing called Ag'xgai and so on.
We leave to find the thing, some others are willing to leave, I see we have opened the door, and we must kill it before it leaves. We go deeper. There is rotten food in pots, but some good honey which I take for mead. We go deep, it is quiet and others only see by torches now. We walk into a room, and a thing comes for me and Carver, Carver is too quick, I try to strike, but it is on my leg, and pulling me. It drains my blood and wounds me. We hear calls and movement, ghouls come, things like monkeys come, they scramble over rocks at us, I am freed from the black tongues by Jael's wolf. We set to. The tongues grab at us, and poison us. Many of us drink antidotes, and are slashed by ghouls, but we are somewhat safe. Carver is struck badly, and blood flows freely. I and archer Tomsson save Carver from the ghoul. Enough of the tongues are severed, they fall into the hole they came from, and we are alone in the dark with ghouls and strange monkey creatures. We kill them.
Once more we go further, Carver showing where traps are so we do not step on them. We go down stairs, past cart tracks, further into the kaer. We go down stairs, into a room. We see corpsemen, and a worm. The worm sees us as it has many eyes. It speaks to us, it tells us we are welcome and it is happy to see us, that it will show us to its master. We fire stones and arrows, and we go back, we go quickly through the kaer, and escape. Our journey back to Throal is restless.
I will return and it will be soon. I will not be conquered by these things. And I will have a sword, as relying on blunt objects is foolish.
I go to the smith to take my new mace when I see Carver. Carver tells me there are adepts going to a kaer nearby, I say I have two maces now, and will join them. I have trained much, I know more, I am stronger. I have heard of kaers opening, and wish to see one. We travel southeast, to a place Carver has been before, I am told. They found things inside, Carver wishes to see more of the kaer, to find survivors, or other things. Maybe treasures.
We swim down through water, place things in dishes, it is a ritual I am told. These things are unfamiliar. We are able to enter, and go into another kaer. I have heard of kaers outside of Throal, and what adepts may find. I am ready to tell tales of what we find here. It is dark inside, and everything is broken. There are torches and crystals lit, and we move in. Scratchings and movement comes from deeper in, and we are struck by a band of corpsemen. They are felled easily, and our way is clear to move deeper in.
As we go in, others find a room of records. They read books, there are so many, but they say some more which should be there are not. I trust them, but these are matters which have little concern for me. In the room, though, I find armor. Troll-sized, and of the crystal which forms the peaks of our home. It is dormant, resting. It will fit me, and I take it. As I return to the others, they swear on passions' names and speak of evil done here. Folk of the kaer had a horror locked inside with them. They made deals, they were driven mad, they appeased this creature. It is still here, they others say the last page of the last book was written by it, it bids us welcome, this thing called Ag'xgai and so on.
We leave to find the thing, some others are willing to leave, I see we have opened the door, and we must kill it before it leaves. We go deeper. There is rotten food in pots, but some good honey which I take for mead. We go deep, it is quiet and others only see by torches now. We walk into a room, and a thing comes for me and Carver, Carver is too quick, I try to strike, but it is on my leg, and pulling me. It drains my blood and wounds me. We hear calls and movement, ghouls come, things like monkeys come, they scramble over rocks at us, I am freed from the black tongues by Jael's wolf. We set to. The tongues grab at us, and poison us. Many of us drink antidotes, and are slashed by ghouls, but we are somewhat safe. Carver is struck badly, and blood flows freely. I and archer Tomsson save Carver from the ghoul. Enough of the tongues are severed, they fall into the hole they came from, and we are alone in the dark with ghouls and strange monkey creatures. We kill them.
Once more we go further, Carver showing where traps are so we do not step on them. We go down stairs, past cart tracks, further into the kaer. We go down stairs, into a room. We see corpsemen, and a worm. The worm sees us as it has many eyes. It speaks to us, it tells us we are welcome and it is happy to see us, that it will show us to its master. We fire stones and arrows, and we go back, we go quickly through the kaer, and escape. Our journey back to Throal is restless.
I will return and it will be soon. I will not be conquered by these things. And I will have a sword, as relying on blunt objects is foolish.