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Wealday, Abadius 2, 4713 morning
Dead Man’s Dome

The darkness ruled supreme along with its close ally the cold. Both would continue their undisputed dominion over the frozen northern lands for months to come, after which day would creep back and once again challenge the night for supremacy. The cold did not care. It was capricious by nature and lightness or darkness served its bitter purpose equally well.

But there was a blemish on the long face of the night: a bubble of light that had inched its way across the black frozen wastes for months. From closer in small figures could be seen moving about preparing for the day’s labors.

Kali bit on her lower lip as she spoke. “I am sorry this took so long. I wanted to start right after we left the Tower, but…” She shifted uncomfortably as her voice trailed off. “I hope you like how it came out. I am still new to jewelry.”

Kali held up a bronze headband with graceful green filigree looping around several tiny green gems.

“You used the tourmalines,” Qatana said with excitement. “And you’ve made it beautiful!”

Qatana took the headband, turning it over in her hands and tracing the patterns with her fingers.

“I’ve seen headbands like these in the shops,” Qatana continued, “but they’ve always been plain simple things. Not like this.”

“It turns out I did not need the gems for the enchantment,” Kali replied, “but it seemed a shame to leave them out. And, I wanted this to tell a story.”

Qatana looked over at her friend. “She’s always like this,” she thought, “Always doing more than what would simply suffice. Always thinking of others. Always reaching for perfection. And always downplaying her own accomplishments.” She opened her mouth to express her gratitude, not just for the headband but for Kali’s friendship as well, but as usual, the words seemed to stick and her throat, and the best she could do was croak out a woefully inadequate, “Thanks.”

Frustrated that her voice had betrayed her when she needed it the most she reached over and hugged Kali.

The sudden display of physical affection took Kali by surprise. Qatana disliked being touched and did not willingly touch other people. “You’re welcome,” she said in reply.

Qatana’s Journal for Kuthona 22, 4712 – Abadius 1, 4713

Starday, Kuthona 22, 4712 evening
Caravan, near the Storm Tower

We returned to the caravan and recounted our adventures with Katiyana and the other creatures both alive and undead. Ulf replied with his usual grunt (of approval? disbelief? relief?), but Ameiko and Koya wanted to see the infamous Tower of the Storms for themselves.

I looked over questioningly at Shalelu, who gave a small discrete smile and a wink in reply. I guess it makes sense that if you’re going to travel halfway around the world through the most inhospitable places it makes sense to see the sites while you’re there.

I did notice that Shalelu followed along with the others, and so I remained in camp with Sparna and worked on dinner. When they returned they were lugging the bodies of the two remorhazes we had slain and having an animated discussion about using their scales as personal talisman.

I held up a knife I was using and offered to scale the beasts and was met with blank stares. Ameiko said, “Maybe after dinner.” Well, yeah. I didn’t mean for them to fling the corpses on the cutting board right then. Food preparation is important, and I keep a clean kitchen.

Sunday, Kuthona 23, 4712 evening
Caravan

Before leaving in the morning I used Speak With Undead to question Katiyana’s body. The night before I had come up with things to ask that I hoped would be revealing, but as the others gathered round and the interrogation began it was clear that even in death Katiyana would be difficult. She served her frozen master (Sithud) and she was confident in his eventual return. She also took the opportunity to hint at her legion of undead that wandered the frozen wastes, and to gloat over their eventual victory over us.

If nothing else she put us on alert for more frozen undead.

With the Storm Tower disabled we had mild (relatively speaking) conditions and made good progress. Ulf is leading us back to the main caravan route over the high ice. We’re headed toward a place auspiciously called “Dead Man’s Dome.” When pressed for details Ulf took a large swig of spiced rum and leaned into the fire, the dancing flames highlighting random parts of his grizzled face and giving him an almost otherworldly appearance. We were used to it by now: this was Ulf’s favorite story telling effect.

“Generations ago there stood a stone tower atop a hill used to guard the caravan route. The last caravan of the season was drawing nigh, but instead of tower guards it was met by a horde of giants and fell beasts. As they prepared to circle the wagons for a desperate defense, one of the caravan’s soldiers came forward with a cunning plan.”

”I’ll lead some of the men around our attacker’s flanks and draw them toward the tower while the rest of you flee with all possible speed. We’ll try and meet down the road later on.”

“Seeing that this was their only hope this plan was swiftly enacted. The drivers moved the wagons as if circling them for battle while the guards lept off and raced around to the flanks of the giants. As expected the giants turned to to attack and were led by the retreating men up the hill toward the tower. This gave the the caravan the break they needed and the wagons quickly began to roll away.”

“Seeing this the soldier said to his men, ”Swiftly head around back to the road. I will keep the giants busy.” And as the guards crept away the soldier ran into the tower, shouting out orders to troops he did not have. The giants, not being the brightest of creatures, were completely fooled and followed him in.”

“Some say that once the giants entered the tower it collapsed, killing them all. Others say the giants were so enraged by the soldier’s taunts that they simply forgot about the fleeing caravan. Either way the wagons escaped to safety, leaving the soldier behind.”

“No one remembers his name, but the hill has been called Dead Man’s Dome ever since. Legend has it that his spirit remains and guards the way for passing caravans.”

Ulf ended his tale as the fire shot embers high into the black sky. We remained respectfully quiet, although Pookie did comment, “I’m going to remember that story to retell later.” No doubt she would, but I suspected the next time I heard it it would be a tale of ferocious rats against a wandering band of brave mice.

Fireday, Kuthona 28, 4712 night
Caravan

We spent five days of blissfully dull travel on the ice, but that streak came to an end tonight. As we were setting up camp one of the guards called out, “There’s a woman over there!” Sure enough, just within the range of our lamps was a lone figure draped in a thin shawl.

The guard wanted to rush to her assistance, but the rest of us were far more suspicious. “Think about it, man, who could survive out here for more than a minute dressed like that? This is obviously a trap.”

Olmas, Ivan and I cautiously moved forward.

“Who are you?” I called out.

She replied, “My name is Uki.” Uki? That was a Tien name. We became even more suspicious.

Olmas asked, “Why are you here?”

“I am lost.”

“Well, come over to us. Just come into the light.”

“I am afraid of all of the people!”

Finally some truth. We moved closer toward her and predictably she drifted a bit further away. It became colder and windier the further we strayed from camp. I called back for assistance.

A moment later and Uki Revealed herself to be some sort of malevolent ice spirit. A few more moments after that and she was dead.

Moonday, Kuthona 31, 4712 evening
Caravan

A silver dragon flew overhead again this morning. I wonder if it is the same one we have seen before? It is hard to see details in the ever present darkness, but it was hard to miss the unmistakable glitter of starlight on silver scales.

I wish it would land by the caravan for a visit.

One of our wagon drivers, Vankor, has become shaken by the ever present darkness and unending plane of ice. He shivers and starts at any noise, and cannot abide being around our oxen and horses. I suspect sighting of the dragon may have pushed him over the edge.

I offered to speak to him and calm his nerves. Talk about Groetus and his promise of the end of the world and how soothing that is. Kali seemed to think this a bad idea, but I was allowed to try a restorative spell on him, which appeared to have helped some.

This has caused a shift in who is riding in which dragon. Kali is now acting as the caravan’s fortune teller (is there anything she can’t do?).

I volunteered to ride with Sparna. I thought this would be a good opportunity to get to know our dwarven friend better. So far this has not worked out as I had hoped. He just grunts when I talk to him, if he even bothers to respond at all. I bet if you looked up “taciturn” in a dictionary there’d be a drawing of Sparna next to the definition. I started talking to the oxen instead, which is some improvement although Sparna’s eye tick has become more pronounced.

Moonday, Kuthona 31, 4712 near midnight
Caravan

The old year is just about to die. For some followers of Groetus today is a special holy day of sorts. I find it more symbolic than anything, and my little mice friends and I shiver through the cold as we watch the stars wheel across the sky, oblivious to the notion of a calendar.

When I think back on my life as it was exactly one year ago I am in awe of all of the changes I have passed through since.

Toilday, Abadius 1, 4713 mid morning
Caravan

We began to notice them an hour after breaking camp. Now the ever present sound of our rolling of wheels over the hard ice and grunt of oxen is joined by the creaking, popping joints of ice skeletons and the moans of wights and other undead abominations that are chasing after us.

They are not fast, and we can keep ahead of them, but obviously they will overtake us as soon as we stop to rest. Already I can tell that their number has increased since we first noticed them. Katiyana’s threat appears to have been more than an idle one.

Toilday, Abadius 1, 4713 afternoon
Caravan

Ulf has a plan. Sort of. We will reach Dead Man’s Dome in a few hours, and while the tower is a ruin the hill itself offers a tactical advantage in combat. It also has a road that spirals up where the wagons and beasts can be protected by those of us who will first face the undead.

We have augmented Ulf’s idea with our own details. The undead we have seen are fairly mindless, and will simply pursue and attack their nearest foes. We will use walls of flame to funnel the approaching creatures into a kill zone before the base of Dead Man’s Dome.

Once we arrive we will jump off the wagons, which will continue up the hill, and we will take up a position among the rubble near the base of the dome and attack the undead as they approach.

Toilday, Abadius 1, 4713 evening
Caravan

Everything went almost exactly as we had planned. Ivan created massive walls of fire that prevented the horde from flanking us. Their direction of approach now being fixed Kali was able to create several storms of falling rocks to cascade down upon our enemies, damaging many and hindering all who passed through the resultant field of rubble. I used a spiritual ally to hammer the undead while the rest of my companions used ranged weapons and spells to take them down.

And then something unexpected occurred. Not unexpected bad, but unexpected good, and anyone who has survived a fair amount of combat can tell you just how rare that is.

The first wave of undead had passed the initial hurtles and fell upon us as a tall ghostly figure rose up from the earth. It wore ancient armor and wielded a a great sword, which it promptly used to slice a wight in half.

The “Dead Man” from Dead Man’s Dome had arisen and come to our aid!

The first surge of creatures had been defeated and the second approached. I decided to get more personally involved with this group and took to the air, flying over clumps of the foul things and radiating bursts of positive energy.

Our combined efforts were very effective, and the entire army of undead perished before us. As the last wight died a loud cackle of hysterical laughter filled the air. But it soon changed into a wail that faded in the darkness.

Our ghostly ally bowed before us, and then walked up the hill as we followed, curious as to where he was going. Kali rushed off to bring Ulf and the others from the caravan to meet our unexpected defender.

The Dead Man pointed at the rubble and after moving about some stones I found a terracotta figurine of a warrior that radiated magic. He then saluted us and faded back into the ground.

[431] figurine of terracotta warrior: a symbol of good

  • once per day the bearer can reroll an attack roll
  • once a day the bearer can summon a spiritual ally

Although he was a bit reluctant at first, Sparna agreed to bear the figurine.

Ulf was beside himself with wonder. It turns out he only half believed the story he had told earlier. “Make no mistake about it but I have a great yarn to tell once I return home, not that many will believe me!”

 

Qatana’s Journal for Kuthona 22, 4712

Starday, Kuthona 22, 4712 noon
Storm Tower

“You never listen to me — you should have killed her!” Star fumed.

“I took the best action available given our situation, and the sylph was killed more quickly because of that,” I replied.

This argument had been going on for some time, and I was already weary of it. Sending Radella up to attack Katiyana had been the tactically wise thing to do. Radella was much better at melee than I, and we needed to take the sylph down as quickly as possible.

I would have joined Radella and Sparna in pressing the attack had Katiyana not died so soon after two of our primary fighters got their first real chance to engage her.

But Star was beyond reasoning with, and I noted from their silence that some of my other friends had taken her side. Only Huffy and McLovin tried to calm her down, but they had always been the most reasonable of my cadre. Something needed to be done or I’d never hear the end of it.

“How about this,” I offered as a compromise, “we’ll spend more time practicing and improving our fighting techniques from now on.”

There was a moment of silence followed by a reluctant, “As long as you really mean it” from Star. The others relaxed, sensing that the most bellicose of them was standing down.

It had really been a tough battle, and was a hair’s breadth away from ending in disaster (for us).

From the tower’s mid level Radella had experimented with the control panel, figuring out how to send a platform up to the top level with a covering to protect us from the terrific wind that howled down the center shaft.

Kali sent up an air elemental to scout up above, and it reported back that their was a great tumult of wind with lightening arcing out from large gems. Frozen undead were walking about.

By this time Radella was fairly confident she could summon the covered platform, and so Kali detonated a fireball and sent two earth elementals up to wreak as much havoc as possible. She was rewarded a few moments later when a pair of bodies fell down from above.

The rest of us prepared for combat with a Magic Circle Against Evil, Protection from Energy spells (for both cold and electrical damage), and Ivan cast Hide from Undead upon all of us. I then cast Fly upon myself and used a wand to confer the same on Kali, Radella, and Sparna.

We took the magical platform up.

Stepping off I could see six large blue glowing gemstones set high in the walls about us. Bolts of lightening zapped from them up and out a thirty foot hole in the ceiling, above which hovered the enormous swirling blue ball of energy. Beneath each gem was a small platform at least fifty feet above the floor.

Hoarfrost spirits were shambling about, and a winged blue skinned woman was leaning out from one of the platforms above. She released a spell in the midst of us, but I could not sense any affect, although some of my companions looked alarmed. This was obviously Katiyana, whom Tunuak had so idolized.

The plan seemed obvious: slay the sylph first and then mop up the undead.

Kali cast haste upon us as the woman hit us with another spell, and a sphere of color exploded about us.

Radella, Sparna and I began the arduous task of flying up to Katiyana, battling the hurricane force winds. Olmas had earlier asked Suishen for Airwalk, and he too began to climb up, but as soon as he stopped the winds slammed him against the wall near the sylph.

I assumed we would all fly up, but for some reason Kali and Ivan remained on the floor, trusting in the Hide From Undead spell. Surely they realized that the spell would end once we attacked. Ivan had to know, right? And Kali was smart, she must know. I returned my attention to Katiyana.

Olmas whacked at Katiyana as I moved in and bestowed Touch of Idiocy upon her. Radella landed nearby and hit her hard.

She was not a happy sylph.

With Hide from Undead now cancelled, the hoarfrost spirits shuffled towards Ivan and Kali. I saw them close in on Kali, but so had Sparna who swooped down to her aide, thus freeing the three of us next to Katiyana to focus on her.

Unfortunately for us she summoned a red daemon. Unfortunately for her Olmas had been the focus of the Magic Circle Against Evil spell, and as the daemon appeared it was forced off the platform, plunging fifty feet onto the hard stone floor.

Later I found that this was not as fortuitous as it could have been. Ivan was standing directly beneath us, and had been paralyzed by the touch of an undead. The daemon landed next to him, and while injured it was still alive, and seriously pissed off.

Sparna had faired no better, and he too was paralyzed, standing rock still next to Kali. Those of us above were oblivious to their plight.

Katiyana flew away from us, but whereas we had to struggle through the wind, she flitted about as if it were dead calm. In her place appeared a daemon made of pure force.

“Hurray! Pookie called out.

“No, Pookie, that one isn’t ours.”

I chased after the sylph and touched her with Bestow Curse, as Beorn cackled loudly (it being his favorite spell). Radella joined me, carving deep gashes in our foe.

Katiyana was even less happy now, and she dispelled Fly from Radella, who drifted dow to the floor.

Katiyana’s force daemon flew over to harass me, giving the sylph the perfect opportunity to use Hold Person.

“Move, move, move!” my friends chanted. But I was held firmly in place.

Olmas then tried to Airwalk into combat, but the winds threw him across the room into another wall. Realizing the futility of trying to move about in this fashion he climbed up to the nearest gem stone and began to smash it.

Clearly this had been the right thing to do, because Katiyana sent her force daemon to stop Olmas. Katiyana flew to another platform, and Sparna, who had since recovered from his paralysis, flew up and bashed the crap out of her.

“Bitch!” shouted Badger.

Down on the floor Radella wasted no time in pulverizing the daemon, which vanished with a pop! and a cloud of greasy black smoke.

Kali had not been idle all of this time, and suddenly the wind in the room ceased. She had flown up to the ceiling and used a spell to summon a structure of force, which blocked the wind.

I broke free from the Hold Person effect and briefly pondered my course of action. “Kill her! Kill her!” screamed Star. Yes, this clearly needed to be done, but how to do so as quickly as possible?

I flew down toward Radella, with Star screaming shrilly all of the way, and touched her with the wand of Fly. “Go, kill her!” I yelled, pointing up at Katiyana.

And as quickly as that it was over. Radella grievous wounded Katiyana, and when the sylph tried to flee Sparna and Radella put an end to her.

We next focused on the undead (with Star spouting obscenities the whole time), and once they were gone we flew up to the gem stones and smashed them all.

The lightening stopped and the glowing maelstrom above soon dissipated. The winds stopped.

It was dead calm, and some of us flew out the hole in the roof to gaze at the silent star lit landscape surrounding the tower.

Down below we stripped Katiyana’s corpse and flung her into a bag of holding.

[424] scroll of Cleanse
[425] +1 breastplate
[426] masterwork buckler
[427] Headband of Mental superiority (+2 INT, WIS, CHA) (Radella)
[428] spell component pouch
[430] shards of blue crystal (from the walls)

We descended to the base of the tower via another magical platform, and wondered if there might be a basement level and began to search. We moved into the previously unexplored mushroom side of the tower.

Mixed in with the small edible mushrooms were much larger, invisible fungi that wanted to eat us. They would appear briefly just before biting, and then vanish.

Suishen had granted Olmas the ability to See Invisible, and with his direction we were able to kill the fungi. My inability to consistently hit the creatures did nothing to improve Star’s mood.

Image by Jeff Deuchler

We collected bits of the aggressive dead fungi, which turned visible shortly after perishing, and I harvested a good number of the mushrooms for cooking.

We have rested a short while, and I have taken this opportunity to write a journal entry and sooth an irate battle mouse.

Neth 9, 4712

Fireday, Neth 9, 4712 midnight
Iqaliat

“Wake her up already! I don’t want to miss it.” Beorn squeaked angrily.

Startled by the cry Qatana sat bolt upright from her sleeping roll and looked around. Seeing the eight little ghostly figures before her she cocked an eyebrow expectantly.

“They’ve begun,” said Badger, “and we need to go now or we’ll be too late.” The other seven chirped excitedly and pirouetted around one another in anticipation.

With a sigh Qatana quietly rose and dressed before stepping out from the wagon into the bitter cold. The mice raced before her and over the small hill to the south of the caravan. Qatana was still half asleep and followed slowly, but as she crested the top she gasped and a cloud of frozen mist settled on the tiny figures at her feet.

The northern crown was high overhead, glittering like diamonds in the black velvet sky. Red Algol shown brightly from the center like a ruby, but it was not the brilliant constellation that made her gasp.

Streaks of palest white whisked about atop the snow below, making it look dull by comparison. There were perhaps a dozen, and they appeared to be dancing in the starlight. Qatana sat down beside her friends and watched.

For perhaps an hour the small figures whisked about the snow and ice, twirling around one another, darting to and fro. Presently they ran off into the darkness, one by one until a solitary dancer remained. It too prepared to make its exit, but then glanced up to where Qatana and her friends sat.

As quick as the wind the long tailed weasel flew up the hillside and stopped motionless for a moment, whiskers twitching. Qatana reached down and gently touched its forehead, quietly uttering words of gratitude and thanks to the little creature.

It bobbed its head once and then winked cheekily at her before sprinting away into the night.

 

Qatana’s Journal for Neth 17 – Kuthona 22, 4712

Starday, Neth 17, 4712 night
On the Ice

We have traveled north from Iqaliat for nearly a fortnight and have reached the “high ice.” We are now high enough that the air is much thinner than to what we and our beasts are accustomed. From here on we must acclimate and move forward slowly. Very slowly. Perhaps a day or two of easy travel each week for a month.

I envisage a tedious thirty days ahead, but like many of life’s unpleasant circumstances it too will be endured. My friends are already chittering to themselves about how to make the time go by more swiftly.

“Find another white dragon to slay!” Star suggested most eagerly, to which Timber countered, “No, play more games!”

“I’ll finally have time to finish my novel.” Pookie said, with a wistful air.

I suspect they will remain well nestled beneath the five layers of shift, shirt, jumper, coat and cloak I’ll be wearing; each ready to cry out in bitter protest if I let so much as a puff of cold air reach them.

Skygni has left us, and I will miss his company. Perhaps we will see him again if we pass this way on our return. If we return.

Sunday, Neth 25, 4712 night
On the Ice

Only a week on the high ice and we’ve already broken an axle. Fortunately with Sandru’s knowledge and a Make Whole spell what could have been a long delay became a short pause.

Most days we do not move: we pull the wagons into a circle and keep the lights shining. It is dark all of the time, except for our little island of magical brightness. We then sit around camp keeping ourselves busy, unless we are on guard duty. The scouts get away for some furtive hunting, but most of us remain close to the comfort of the light.

Many of us do not need to eat, but it is still nice to have a hot meal and feel the warmth spreading out from a full belly. Ameiko and I are busy and doing our best to present a wide variety of meals throughout the week.

Starday, Kuthona 1, 4712 late night
On the Ice

After dinner, while most of the camp was asleep, the sky was lit by streaks of blue green streaks of light. They began to swirl about the caravan high above, and probably attracted by our lights. Kali and I were on watch and being mindful of Skygni’s tale of lizards dropping from such lights, we raised the alarm.

Sure enough lizards were soon swooping down upon us, crying out with sonic bursts that blasted the snow and ice into sharp projectiles. They were ferocious beasts that proved difficult to slay. They were also tenacious and even after we killed most of the… flock? swarm? the survivors continued to dive at us until each was slaughtered in its turn.

The lizards had tiny, almost non functional eyes, which explained why attempting to blind them had little affect. If we encounter them again deafness will be more helpful.

Moonday, Kuthona 3, 4712 night
On the Ice

We have been enshrouded in the howling winds of a blizzard for the past two days, making conditions even less pleasant than usual. It’s a good thing we’re still only traveling once a week.

Moonday, Kuthona 16, 4712 night
On the Ice by the Alabastrine Peaks

Finally we are able to travel each day at a reasonable pace. We can see the Alabastrine Peaks up ahead and off to the right. The look like white hulking crags dimly visible in the perpetual starlight. After so long in the nearly featureless plane of the high ice I think they’re beautiful.

Fireday, Kuthona 21, 4712 night
On the Ice before the Storm Tower

By mid day we saw a bluish glow from the north which grew larger and brighter as we advanced. The ice beneath our feet reflected this eerie blue glow and the Alabastrine Peaks turned from pale white to indigo.

Later we saw it: the Storm Tower, standing tall and thin like a fang rising up from the stone and ice. Its top was obscured by a brilliant blue globe of light, about which whirled a tempest of clouds with violent velocity.

“That’s close enough!” Sandru announced as he brought the caravan to a halt some miles away. He was right. The tower looks more than dangerous. It looks unhealthy. Tomorrow my companions and I will approach the tower on our own.

Starday, Kuthona 22, 4712 late morning
Storm Tower

We could see that the tower was hexagonal in shape and soared several hundred feet up into the blue blaze and swirling clouds. It sat in the midst of a dismal pool of slushy oily ooze, and a tumble down rampart led across this pit to an open gate. The wind, which had increased steadily as we walked the two miles from camp, roared out from the entrance with such ferocity that it was difficult to move or stand while in its path.

We cautiously entered and a trio of wights descended upon us. We quickly destroyed them and looked around. Snow drifts had piled up in the corners, and a central chamber lay directly before us. It was from there that the wind was blowing.

The ceiling of the ground floor was a good hundred feet up. Rooms on either side of the central chamber offered some relief from the arctic blast, and so I moved off to the right. A large network of interlacing roots covered the floor and led up to a large tree creature, which took an unfriendly interest in us.

We engaged the tree-thing in combat, but I was quickly taken out of the action when the thing swallowed me, and then spat me back out encased in a tough woody cocoon. Digestive juices began to burn my skin as the sack began to tighten around me.

My friends cried out in alarm.

“It burns! It burns!”

“We need to break out!”

“I can’t breathe!”

“You don’t need to breathe.”

Fortunately my companions were there and Ivan carved away at the woody sack that held me. I emerged from the trap just in time to watch Olmas beat the living crap out of the tree-thing, which fell to the ground with a loud splintering sound.

After some healing we explored the rest of the ground floor. There was not much more to see. On the opposite side from the tree creature was a room filled with mushrooms. Olmas thought they were edible, and we may harvest some later. But it was the central chamber that held our interest.

It was hexagonal like the tower itself, and some sort of panel was set in one of its walls. I looked up inside the chamber and saw that it was the bottom of a shaft that lead up to the top of the tower. It was through here that the wind whistled down from the giant glowing blue orb.

Radella studied the panel for quite a while before fiddling with it. A platform appeared in the center shaft and climbed about a hundred feet up before it paused, and then moments later vanished.

There was only one way to go, and so with spells of Featherfall at the ready we stood in the shaft and Radella operated the panel. Up we went until the platform stopped and we quickly lept off.

A pair of remorhazes were waiting for us. It really makes you wonder what the hell these creatures do that are simply standing around guarding remote places like this, and who feeds them?

Another brief but fierce skirmish later and the remorhazes were dead. The symbol of Sithude had been etched into both of their scales — not much of a surprise there.

This level was also divided into different rooms, but the doors out from the main chamber shut and locked. Control panels were next to the doors, but even Radella found them too complex to decipher.

Fortunately the tower is built from stone, and so I used Stone Shape to create my own doorway.

Bizarre crystal scorpions scuttled about a room of glowing clear crystals. They began to swarm the opening, and we were prepared to take them out one at a time. Unfortunately they dimension doored out and among us and it soon became a free for all melee. We bashed and blasted the things as they stung and clawed at us, using a surprising and effective combination of spell and force.

We killed them all and looked into the room. A bewildering array of crystals and wires connecting to one another lined the walls. There was a low humming sound and we detected a large number of magic effects from some of the crystals, which we pried out.

[422] 2 cubic crystals of abjuration: activated by pressing a side.

Creates a 10 foot cube is created within which the temperature is 65 degrees. It absorbs damage from cold based attacks, but it can be destroyed with 50 points within a single round or 100 points in 10 rounds.
[423] 2 prism evocation crystals: activated by command word (50 charges).

  • shed light like a hooded lantern (1 charge)
  • 1 foot diameter 50 foot long ray of light to blind a creature for 1d4 rounds (1 charge)
  • a 30d foot cone of light to blind creatures for 1d4 rounds (5 charges)

We also collected the other non-magical crystals and the humming stopped.

What is next? Up obviously. The ceiling here is also a hundred feet high, leaving room for another chamber (if each floor is as tall as the others) before the top of the tower. There is a panel here that will no doubt call a platform to take us up

Questions:

  • We used a some spells to get past the guardians on these lower levels. Are we ready to head up now?
  • Some of my companions were hit by Touch of Idiocy effects from the crystal scorpions. Should we restore them before proceeding? I think we need to.
  • Are there any protective spells we can cast or have on hand before heading up? Not knowing what is up there makes it hard to know.
  • Why didn’t we bring more cheese? Thanks Pookie.

Qatana’s Journal for Lamashan 17 – 26, 4712

Toilday, Lamashan 17, 4712 evening
Iqaliat

The village shaman, Tunuak, lay dead upon the frozen floor of his secret underground lair. Hundreds of human bones and dozens of skulls, each marked with rune in the shape of a three fingered claw, were strewn about the lower level.

Kali and I conferred over the rune and realized it was the holy symbol of Sithud, a powerful demon lord who was rumored to have at one time been a god. How could a god cease to be divine without actually perishing? My guess is that he did not take this demotion well.

No matter, we searched Tunuak’s body and recovered the following.

[399] 2 potions of Barkskin
[400] +2 cloak of resistance
[401] ring of shielding
[402] staff of journeys [5 charges]
[403] cold weather outfit
[404] unholy symbol of Sithud

Five pictograms had been painted upon the walls around the altar depicting scenes of the frigid waste to the north. Standing stones, blue towers of a frozen city, a single tower beneath alabaster peaks, a storm of clearly supernatural origin with spiral arms devouring towns, and last of all a blue skinned woman.

There was writing beneath the woman, which Kali translated as, “Katiyana, who speaks to me on her winds from the tower in the Storms.”

We made our way up the ramp and arranged ourselves to open the door at the top. There had been a guard, a villager, posted on the other side when Radella passed through (invisibly) earlier, and we did not wish to kill any more villagers.

The guard attacked — almost mindlessly so. Charm spells and Hold Person had no affect on him, but his eyes were those of one who was being controlled. We had no choice but to fight, and Olmas did his best to knock him down after first disarming him.

As the guard fell and small bat like creature leaped from the back of his head. A quasit! Sparna and Olmas wasted no time in slaying it.

The guard came to a short time later, and he looked frightened. “Who are you? What are you doing here? Do you serve the traitor Tunuak?” he demanded.

“Tunuak is dead,” Olmas said. “Good!” spat the guard.

He then told us how Tunuak had been a faithful shaman to the village for many years, but some time ago he went on a vision quest into the frozen wastes. When he returned he seemed different: less helpful and more angry. Not long ago he had asked the guard to accompany him into the tunnel that led up to the village altars on the high ice above, and there Tunuak has summoned the small bat winged beast that had taken over the guard.

Little did he realize that however unpleasant his captivity, it had saved his life. All of the other experienced village guards had perished in the quest to defeat the dragon.

The guard trotted off to inform the village elders of Tunuak’s treachery, and bring back the hearth-mistress and chief.

They were clearly in shock as we led them into Tunuak’s hideout, and had little to offer in the way of explanation of the pictographs or their shaman’s behavior.

We would have to seek answers directly from Tunuak himself.

Wealday, Lamashan 18, 4712 evening
Iqaliat

We had three questions to ask Tunuak, and Kali and I performed out usual pas de deux with Owl’s Wisdom to give us our best chance for answers. I then bent over the body and began.

“Why is the dragon attacking the village?”

“So that Sithud’s will may be done.”

“What is Sithud’s will?”

“Return to his rightful place.”

“Why did you trick the dragon into attacking the village?”

“I did what must be done.”

While not as helpful as they could have been, his answers did confirm that the dragon was tricked into attacking Iqaliat, and that Tunuak was serving Sithud.

The villagers wished to burn Tunuak’s body, but we removed and kept his head for our pending encounter with the dragon.

We spent the rest of the day discussing how to reach the dragon’s cave, which was several days journey north. Ulf would act as our guide and Skygni would accompany us as well, although neither Ulf nor the winter wolf go with us to meet the dragon itself.

Oathday, Lamashan 19, 4712 evening
road north to the white dragon’s lair

We made reasonable progress, but as we were setting up camp we saw streaks of blue green lights racing across the horizon, then curving around and returning. We asked Ulf what they were, but it was Skygni who replied.

“I have seen those lights. Sometimes they are just light, but sometimes lizard birds fall from the sky from the light. The birds do not taste good.”

Sunday, Lamashan 21, 4712 afternoon
road north to the white dragon’s lair

We have been once again waylaid by severe winter weather. But this time we are without the comforts of a caravan. We have gathered together in a snow cave Ulf taught us how to make. But there is no fire and it is still cold, although not nearly as cold as outside. The night will be colder still.

Moonday, Lamashan 22, 4712 evening
the white dragon’s lair

To be honest I had expected a cave set high in the side of a mountain.

There were no mountains: after the road scaled the cliff face leading up to the crown the landscape had flattened away to gently undulating snow covered hills. I kept expecting the hills to lead up to peaks of staggering heights, but instead they levelled out into a stark empty plain of nothingness.

By noon we stood on the edge of an enormous black tear in the white snow. After our eyes adjusted to the gloom we good see ridges and rock spires reaching up from the distant and invisible depths below.

We prepared for the descent with spells that granted us protection from cold, vision in the dark, sending messages among us, and of course the ability to fly. Ulf waved as we jumped over the side and drifted down.

Perhaps sixty feet down was a cave entrance in the vertical wall of rock, but it was sealed by a plug of clear ice.

Further down was another entrance, which with Pookie’s encouragement I followed to a nest of broken dragon eggs. Amidst the egg shell fragments was a hammer and the talisman from the village. I relayed my findings to the others.

At the same time Olmas had gone lower down where the glint of something shiny indicated he had discovered the dragon’s horde.

Across the chasm, halfway between Olmas’ and my tunnels was a much larger cavern that led straight back into the rock. Kali landed here and moved in, while the rest of the group played catch up.

“Oh great and powerful white dragon, we wish to speak with you!” Kali called out.

A moment later there was a tremendous roar as a blast of icy breath engulfed Kali. As the ice cleared the form of a large white dragon appeared mere yards before her.

“Treacherous hairy apes!” it snarled, “You destroyed my eggs, and so I have sworn that all of your kind shall die!”

Kali and I tried to reason with it — even Pookie threw in a clever suggestion or two — and most of our companions stood by without taking any aggressive action against the beast at great personal risk. But the dragon was blinded by rage and beyond all reason.

It continued to attack and threaten not only our deaths, but the deaths of everyone in Iqaliat, and in so doing it brought about its own destruction.

It was truly a mighty and powerful foe, but we were many and not without our own formidable abilities. I did little during combat but aid my friends with special abilities and healing. Presently the dragon became aware of its own mortality, and it created a bank of freezing fog through which it fled deeper into the cavern.

We pursued it and my friends continued to rain blows and spells upon it. Ivan cleverly blocked off its attempt to escape down another fissure in the earth with a well placed illusion of a wall of fire.

You cannot imagine just how fast a dragon can move until you encounter one. The creature took flight and raced back through the cavern and up and into the main rift.

We were only able to follow it to the cavern’s mouth and watch it sail up and away.

It was going to escape.

I sighed as Star grumbled, “Just do it!” I summoned an ally of pure force in the shape of a barbed devil. The devil struck the dragon twice, and the dragon plummeted the full four hundred feet down to the rift floor, hitting it with a loud crack and an explosion of snow and ice fragments.

We flew down and confirmed that it was dead. Another needless death of yet another creature that refused to listen to reason. I am still depressed by this outcome, although there was nothing else we could have done.

We collected the dragon’s body (it made no sense for it to go to waste), and rose up to the treasure chamber and gathered everything from its horde.

[405] arrow of lesser dragon slaying
[406] +2 short sword
[407] 2 potions protection from arrows
[408] ring of featherfall
[409] terracotta horse:

  • once per day the bearer can reroll an attack with a +1 luck bonus
  • once per day the bearer may summon the spirit of a war horse
[410] wand of Ray of Enfeeblement [15 charges]
[411] master-work cold iron shield
[412] master-work spiked gantlet
[413] master-work composite short bow
[414] 11 arrows
[415] master-work spear
[416] climber’s kit
[417] 200 feet of silk rope
[418] 2 pieces of amber (100gp each)
[419] 6 blood stones (50gp each)
[420] 2 sapphires (500gp each)
[421] leather quiver elaborately worked (500gp)
Coins:
8208cp
5642sp
1188gp
404pp

We flew about the rest of the underground complex, and after finding only empty interconnecting passageways we returned to the surface. Ulf had seen the dragon briefly soar up and out from the rift before plunging back down, and was relieved that we had survived our encounter. Skygni seemed impressed with us for having slain the dragon.

We secured a rope to the lip of the crevasse for Ulf, and descended down to the first chamber where we have made camp.

Fireday, Lamashan 26, 4712 evening
Iqaliat

The trip back to the village passed without event. The sameness of the landscape and weather (the only variation on the latter being more snow and cold) made for a tedious trek. The villagers were ecstatic with the news of the dragon’s death, and created an impromptu party to celebrate.

Few of us felt inclined to attend, and the words passed from Kali and I to the chief and hearth mistress that made it perfectly clear that it was one of their own that brought the wrath of the dragon down upon the village, and it was because him that the dragon had to be killed.

Despite this bleak pronouncement of guilt, the villagers were delighted with us and we were welcomed as trusted friends. How fickle are simple folk who so readily let fear and sweet lies sway their reason. Less than a week before these same people wanted us banished or dead.

Idiots. I have no plans to go back inside the village between now and when we leave.

We have much planning to do before we take the caravan onto “the ice,” and more provisions to purchase. Sparna is crafting armor from the dragon’s hide, which will take some time. We have tried to use as much of the dragon’s body as possible, and have even given some of the meat to Skygni as a reward for his companionship.

The hearth-mistress and chief visited us for dinner, but they brought disturbing news. They village elders had visited the pictograms and feared they bode evil for all those who lived near the ice. Worse (for us) what they found indicated that it would be impossible for anyone to travel across the crown until this evil were dealt with.

It came as no surprise that it was Sithud’s doing. As I suspected he was not content being just a demon lord, and was actively working toward becoming a god once again. And “actively working” meant an increase in supernatural storms among other equally unpleasant (and deadly) things.

We have no choice but to find the mysterious lost city at the north pole and stop Sithud’s threat. Either that or abandon Ameiko’s quest and return to Sandpoint. Well, that’s not going to happen.

In appreciation for what we had done (and were about to do) for the village the hearth-mistress gave us a magical Tien silk blanket. Any creature within thirty feet of the blanket would be comfortable in the cold.

Our oxen and horse will appreciate that after the caravan reaches the ice during the heart of winter.

Qatana’s journal entry for Lamashan 9 – 17, 4712

Toilday, Lamashan 9, 4712 evening
northern caravan route

Thanks to the warning from the silver dragon we had a chance to prepare well before we reached the trolls. Kali sent Nihali out to reconnoiter, and she reported back that there was a camp of about eight large blue skinned creates some distance ahead, and a little off of the main route.

The caravan continued on until we were within a mile or so from the ice trolls, and Sandru arranged the wagons in defensive positions “just in case.”

Our group (minus Anna, who kept to her word of sticking with the caravan) walked off in the direction Nihali reported the troll camp lay. Maybe a mile later we saw a cluster of ice trolls. They had clearly seen us, and one walked towards us, hands out as if in greeting, and said (in very broken common), “Friends! Come to help you. Lost? It be fine. We assist.”

My personal philosophy is to leave other creatures alone if they leave you alone. And as unlikely as a friendly troll (blue skin or not) might seem, I would have been perfectly happy to send a cheery greeting and then after a brief social call been on my way.

Unfortunately several of the other trolls were moving out in an obviously flanking maneuver, and our would be friend then gloated (in giant) to his companions, “My brothers, we don’t have to look for dinner tonight. It comes to us!”

Sigh.

After a short skirmish the ice trolls all lay dead and burning. Somehow I could not feel bad about killing these foes as I did the giant we had encountered a fortnight ago, but I cannot explain the difference. He seemed sad and pathetic, while these creatures seemed vile and calculating. I guess feelings are seldom logical.

We searched their camp and amidst a pile of bodies found some coins and a ring.

80 gp of coins
[385] ring of sustenance

We returned to the caravan. Later that night after dinner we recounted our encounter with the ice trolls. Ulf then told a story of when he came across a chimera composed of a walrus, a polar bear, and a white dragon. He led the creature away from the caravan, and then crept back and his party made good their escape. There was no telling if this tale was true or not, but the fact that it involved sneaking about rather than fighting the beast made me believe him.

Oathday, Lamashan 11, 4712 evening
northern caravan route

It was much colder this morning than it had been, and only seemed to get colder still as the day advanced. Before we had even set out a strong wind had picked up, and snow began to fall, or more precisely it was whipped around by the wind and blown into our faces. It became difficult to see more than a few yards ahead, forcing our scouts to pull in and lead the way. It was slow going, and by late afternoon drifts of snow had piled up deep enough to slow our progress even more.

At dinner everyone crowded closely around our small cooking fires, glad for the orange glow and a hint of warmth.

Fireday, Lamashan 12, 4712 evening
northern caravan route

The snow, wind and intense cold continued and we struggled to cover only a few miles. When asked about it, Ulf shrugged and grumbled about an unseasonable blizzard. It is miserable, but I am lucky that I travel in a wagon. Our scouts and their mounts bear the brunt of the weather.

Starday, Lamashan 13, 4712 evening
northern caravan route

The blizzard intensified and the snow drifts completely blocked our way. Ulf decided we would not even try to move today, and spirits plunged lower than the temperature.

Taking advantage of having a kitchen all day long I decided to make bread. Ameiko looked amusingly on as I made the dough, and then stripped naked and pulled the mixing bowl into my bedroll with me as she piled on extra blankets and furs. There was no way the yeast was going to grow in the cold, and body heat was the only source of warmth we could afford for the hours it would take for the bread to rise. And it worked! We surprised the camp with a hearty stew of salted meat and warm fresh baked bread for dinner.

For desert I splurged and used some of our precious honey along with some butter, nuts and cardamom to make a wonderfully sweet flaky pastry that everyone enjoyed.

“How do you feel about Ameiko being the heir to the royal house of Minkai?” I asked Shalelu.

It was late and we were both on watch. The weather had calmed considerably, and the camp itself was glowing with magical light that extended out a good distance in all directions. The cold was still intense and each of us wandered about with our own private miniature snow storm as our breath froze and fell as ice flurries before us.

Shalelu paused for a moment, and replied, “It’s a lot to take in, isn’t it? Who would have thought? Sometimes I wonder how she’ll adjust to the change, although Minkai would be in good hands with her on the throne. She may shake things up a bit — you know how she likes conforming to rules… I think it’s a good thing, though, and I’m glad to be part of this adventure to get her there in one piece.”

I knew Shalelu had been on numerous journeys in the past. She had gone all of the way to Kaer Maga to rescue me; and although she never brought it up, it was well known that she had accompanied the Sandpoint heroes for part of their quest.

“Have you ever journeyed as far as we plan to go?”

“No, this is a longer journey than I’d ever have imagined myself making.” she said softly, almost to herself.

That was food for thought. Here we were on an epic voyage of enormous scope, and who knew if we would all arrive at our journey’s end, or what we would do once it was all over.

“If we make it to Tien and manage to restore Ameiko to her rightful place, will you remain there with her, or return back to Sandpoint?”

“Hmm,” she pondered, “I will stay for a while, at least. I’d like to see what the forests of Minkai are like. Perhaps I’ll find a new place to roam, or perhaps I’ll feel the call of my old woods again.”

It was hard to imagine Sandpoint without Shalelu, but I could see her point. Why hurry back on another arduous voyage when you have a whole new continent to explore? I thought of my own return trip and who might accompany me. This brought to mind our unexpected companion.

“What do you think of Skygni? Isn’t he great? Have you ever had a wolf for a companion?”

There was a long pause before she answered, “I… yeah, you know winter wolves don’t have the greatest reputation… But I reckon we haven’t been harmed by the creature, and maybe he will turn out to be a worthwhile companion. I do like the thought of a supposedly-evil creature showing his nature to be good, that we need to look at every animal with intelligence as a person and not just say, ”Wolf! Kill it!” So for that I’m glad.”

Yeah, I knew Shalelu would be happy having Skygni around.

We continued our watch in silence, and my mind wandered over our more recent encounters, and about the uneasy truce that stood between between Olmas (and Suishen) and Ameiko concerning her participation in combat.

“So, what do you think about trying to keep Ameiko safe? Olmas (and his sword) seems to hover about and treat her like she is fragile. I could not help but notice that you stayed back guarding the caravan when Ameiko insisted on coming along with us to fight — I guess you trust her ability to take care of herself in combat more than… others.”

Shalelu snorted, “Ameiko is an accomplished adventurer who has survived battle before, and I had a job to do guarding the caravan. Besides, my young friend, you and your companions are getting quite good at this battle stuff by now. I think you don’t need all of us at your side anymore just to stay alive. Who knows,” and here she looked at me with a grin, “maybe I’ll need you to defend me before long!”

I laughed at that. The time was was a long way off indeed for Shalelu to need me to defend her!

Sunday, Lamashan 14, 4712 evening
northern caravan route

While still overcast with heavy grey clouds, the wind and snow had stopped completely, and even the extreme cold seemed to have relented. Skygni stopped by to check on us after the storm, which appeared to have caused him no trouble at all. “Get used to it,” was all he had to say about it, although he did add “Such storms are unusual for this early and this far south.”

We broke camp and the caravan pushed on through the drifts. The clouds thinned as the day wore on, and a breeze picked up toward sunset, shredding the remaining clouds and blowing them away as welcome beams from the setting sun painted the snow pink.

Ulf said that tomorrow we will branch off the caravan route and make for the village of Iqaliat, nestled beneath the plateau upon which perched the Crown of the World.

Wealday, Lamashan 17, 4712 after noon
Iqaliat

The morning broke with a sky of deep cobalt blue and the sun peeking over the horizon to the southeast. Around us were hills and ridges covered in snow, but to the north we could see a dark band that stretched across the horizon, like low storm clouds.

As we made our way north the dark band became a glowering face of rock and ice. This was our first glimpse of the great ice cap over which we would soon be traveling, and it looked every bit as forbidding as Ulf had warned it would.

Half a mile from the cliff we saw a tall stone wall extending out from its base, with a large gate on the left, and a smaller door to the right. Within a hundred yards of the wall Ulf called for a halt.

He summoned the six of us and described what lay in wait for us in Iqaliat. “They are an isolated inward people, and do not expect to make any friends while here. Let me lead and do the talking until we are within the walls.” He then pulled out a talisman and said, “This was given to me by the village hearth-mistress on an earlier visit, and should grant us entry.”

With those encouraging words we came to the small door. We could see guards glaring at us from over the wall, but Ulf called out words of welcome and held up the talisman. The door opened and we entered.

“Unfriendly,” Ulf had said of the townfolk of Iqaliat. Hostile seemed more closer to the mark. The hearth-mistress, Sonavut, arrived and welcomed us to her village, and surprised us with an invitation to accompany her to her lodge where we could talk in comfort.

As we passed through the village Ulf questioned her about our cold reception. Apparently the degree of animosity expressed by the guards and inhabitants had surprised even him.

Iqaliat, it seemed, was going through a difficult time. The winter storms had started early this year and now a white dragon was periodically attacking the town, killing people for no reason.

The village shaman, it seems, had a reason. The bad weather and dragon attacks were the result of the town turning its back on their traditional ways. Specifically there was not enough suffering and sacrifice to the local gods.

We got a look at the shaman on the way to Sonavut’s house. A throng of people surrounded him as he railed against them and their leaders for being unfaithful and bringing the wrath of their former allies against them. And (of course) only he had the answer. Yeah. Sure.

Once inside with Sonavut we discovered that the normal caravan route to the high ice was impassible. Incredibly fierce storms had come down from the Crown, and the only way up onto the ice was the steep pass beyond Iqaliat. But the white dragon lived in the pass, making it unsafe as well.

This seemed like a no brainer, and I suggested that we could take care of the dragon, thus solving the town’s current problem as well as clearing the way for our caravan to travel north. Sonavut agreed to take us to the chief to find out more about the dragon.

We left he house and upon seeing us again the shaman shrieked, “There they are, the cursed outsiders. One of them must be sacrificed to appease the gods!” Angry shouts from the crowd rose up in support of this demand.

That his ravings were turning the villagers violently against us was obvious (and Detect Magic indicated he was using more than just words to do so), but why he was doing so was puzzling.

Olmas tried to reason with the shaman and villagers, and while his arguments would have swayed rational men, this was a mob. Mobs were irrational and driven by fear and anger. And being a servant of Groetus I could do fear and anger.

I stepped in to the verbal fray and flung the shaman’s words back at him. The verbal battle lasted but a few moments, and in the end the shaman stood leaning on his staff, silent for now, but breathing heavily.

“There will be no sacrifice today!” The chief had arrived and ended the debate. The shaman glared at us with such loathing and hatred that I could almost physically feel it. He then stomped off away from the crowd.

Seriously? He could not have made himself more suspicious if he had painted himself purple and danced about the village square naked yelling, “Look at me!” Radella began to casually saunter off after the shaman, and Kali quickly cast Invisibility on her. The rest of us were pulled into the chief’s office to discuss the dragon, but Kali had also cast a Message spell to keep in touch with Radella.

The dragon, we learned, was not exceptionally large, but still big enough to rip a human in half and fly away with the remains. The chief had sent the town’s best warriors up to where the dragon lived, but never returned. We once again offered to take care of the town’s dragon problem, for which the chief was grateful.

But the chief was also mindful of the town’s mood. He warned us that while we could spend the evening here, we had best be gone the next day. We had planned on staying with the caravan anyway.

All of this time Radella had followed the shaman through a secret doorway in the wall, which opened onto a tunnel. At the end of the tunnel was a guard, and another secret door. She followed the shaman through into a vast ice chamber. A large crevice in the ceiling lead up to the sky, and a ramp spiraled around and down to an icy floor below. The shaman had gone down below, but a pale figure stood on the ramp staring at Radella, despite her invisibility.

She wisely decided it was a good time to return back to us with news of what she had found. A few minutes later she had discretely joined us as we made our way back to the caravan.

Ulf listened to Radella’s description of the pale humanoid and declared it was probably a frost spirit — a type of undead creature formed when people died from the cold. Undead? I looked steadily at Kali and she nodded back. I cannot abide undead.

We decided to search for the crevice and confront the shaman in his secret lair that very day. Depending upon what we found, we would then move on to find the white dragon. I would have preferred to have had access to some spells to protect us from the cold, but Ivan was able to provide these and so we prepared to leave.

I found Shalelu and informed her of what had happened and what we were up to.

“We’re off to find out what the local shaman has been up to. Oh, and we might go looking for a white dragon too. What do you think of dragons? Have you ever encountered one before? That silver dragon we saw last week was great. I wonder is Skygni would get along with a white dragon. They both like the cold.”

Shalelu exclaimed, “Dragons! By the gods, there is a world of difference between a white and a silv- yes, I know what I said about the wolf, but this is dragons we’re talking about! If you go after it, be careful as if your very lives hang in the balance of every move you make, because they surely do!”

Thankful for the advice, I rejoined my companions. Nihali had been sent out to find the crevice and had just returned. We would use Fly spells from the wand I had created and follow Nihali to the entrance.

A short while later we were hovering above the shaman’s hideout. Bones littered the floor below. Frost spirits stood on the ramp leading down and on the floor. The shaman stood before an altar made from skulls and more bones.

We dropped down toward the floor and Sparna confronted the shaman. He sputtered and stammered the expected drivel about “survival of the village,”and “you don’t understand… the spirits…” Right. The usual hollow justifications made by petty tyrants everywhere.

Seeing we were unconvinced, the shaman went on the offensive, calling on the wind god’s protection. A powerful river of wind knocked Sparna to the floor, and the undead minions began to clamber towards him.

The shaman vanished, but Kali used Glitter Dust to show he was still there.

We began to carve our way through the horde of undead, but the shaman possessed more power than we had thought, and used spells such as Unholy Blight against us. I lessened his abilities with Touch of Idiocy.

When the last of his undead had fallen, the shaman turned into a gaseous vapor, but before he could flit away, we killed him. He resumed solid form and landed with a soft thud onto the floor.

We were about to sift through his belongings when Radella pointed at the altar and cried out, “Look!”

A broken white dragon egg lay there.

Prick! It looks like he intentionally brought the ire of the dragon against the village.

Starday, Rova 29, 4712

Starday, Rova 29, 4712 night
northern caravan route (Taraska River)

“And then I told him, ”that’s not a mouse, that’s a rat!””

Qatana’s circle of friends exploded with chittering laughter, and Pookie looked pleased with herself.

This wasn’t the first time they had heard the story, but it was an amusing tale and well told.

Qatana looked up from the dying embers of the caravan camp fire into the velvety blackness of the frigid night sky. As her eyes adjusted a host of stars slowly faded into view, like diamonds glinting in candle light.

Suddenly a near ethereal voice spoke softly to her, “Have arrived in the city. Exploration will begin tomorrow. Afterward, will watch and await further instructions.”

Elias had taken her up on the offer, then. She wasn’t sure if she was surprised, but she was pleased.

The idea had come to her in Kalsgard, and she had sent a letter and payment enough for several months of simple stealth work to an old associate. Perhaps, she thought, “associate” was too informal a word. Tutor. Inspiration. Friend.

But Elias was unfocused, and had a tendency to idle away his hours in brooding contemplation rather than accomplishing much. He needed a mission, she felt, and she had provided one — with pay: the best kind.

She concentrated and thought, “Understood. Carry on as planned. I will send additional payment as funds and opportunities arise.”

Elias knew what she was planning to do, even if he did not believe she would ever pull it off. But he was sympathetic, and willing to do the tedious job of gathering intelligence. Lots of it over a long time.

Her goal still lay far outside her grasp. She must grow first. Grow in power. Grow in influence. Grow in wealth. She cared little for such things, as did most of her sect, but they were a means to an end.

Some years earlier she had thought to enlist people who already possessed what she lacked. The Sandpoint Heroes. Some of them might have assisted her. They were said to be both powerful and wealthy beyond belief.

She had even traveled to Nybor to enlist Takkad, thinking maybe he would ask his friend Sabin, the mad mage, to join them.

Emotionally it was a difficult journey. She had not been on the road from Sandpoint to Nybor since… the dark times. She had some of her friends with her, but they had not yet crossed over. Four tiny bundles of warmth tucked in a pocket of her cloak, offering much needed comfort.

She found Takkad’s residence easily enough: everyone in the city knew him and where he lived. But she couldn’t help but be disappointed with the shack he called home. It was on the edge of town and had a small barn and large grassy pasture out back.

A horse looked up from its grazing and gazed at her with an almost thoughtful expression.

Surely this wasn’t the right place. “Maybe they said the east side of town and not the west,” she thought as she approached the rickety door.

Qatana reached up to knock, but hastily withdrew her hand. She could feel it. Massive amounts of magical power surging along the surface of the door. This place was not what it seemed.

“Can I help you, miss?”

A man with a wheel barrow full of manure was looking at her from the road.

“I came to see Takkad.”

He looked at her blankly for a moment before replying, “Mm, hmm. And was Master Takkad expecting you?”

Qatana felt at a loss. This wasn’t going like she expected.

“No. But I knew he lived here and thought I would take a chance and see if he was in.”

Another pause.

“I see. Does he even know you, honey?”

Honey? That sort of thing would normally send Qatana into a rage, but for the moment she was at a complete loss as to what to do.

“Nnn, no,” she finally stammered.

“Well at least you’re honest. Not everyone who stops by is. But I’m sorry, Takkad is out. His crazy half orc friend showed up about a fortnight ago and it wasn’t an hour later that the master came out to the barn and said, ”Otis, Sabin and I are taking off for a while, and I’m not sure when we’ll be back. Make sure you take proper care of Butters for me.””

Otis gazed out at the horse and then at the manure in the barrow. “And that is what I was doin’ when you came up and stood fidgeting by the front door. I hate to break it to you miss, but you wasted a trip. I hope you had other business in Nybor.”

A week or so later, after she had returned to Sandpoint, she realized that it was fortunate she had missed Takkad afterall. This was a personal issue, and she needed to deal with it herself, or at least she needed to be the one making the plans and calling the shots.

Someone threw a branch on the remains of the camp fire, which made a loud whoomf as sparks shot up in the air and pulled Qatana back to the present. The flames quickly sprang to life, eagerly accepting the offering of dry wood.

In the renewed light she pulled an old creased map out from her pack and traced the route she was sure Elias had followed from Magnimar to Kaer Maga.

Softly at first, but building steadily in intensity, Beorn began to cackle hysterically.

Qatana’s Journal for Arodus 15 – Lamashan 9, 4712

Wealday, Arodus 15, 4712 evening
Ravenscraeg

The sun has finally set on this seemingly endless day. Ravenscraeg has been secured, and aside from the wasp creatures trapped in the glass case down in the lab, we are the sole occupants of the keep.

After Ameiko and Ulf had been rescued Kali took Etayne and Radella up to find Lute. I turned my attention to the cold door we had skipped earlier.

“Who is there?” I asked through the heavy door.

“Who are you, and what are you doing here?” demanded a gravely voice.

“I am called Qatana, and my friends and I have taken control of this fortress.”

“So, you serve Kimandatsu?” was the angry reply.

“No,” I replied, “Actually we killed her and all of her henchmen. In fact I have her head right here. What are you doing in there?”

“Captured. Kimandatsu thought to make me her pet.” It retorted with a snarl.

“I am a human, what are you?”

“I am a wolf of the north. My name is Skygni, and I long to roam free upon the snows and ice of my home land.” There was a heavy thud as it threw itself at the door.

A winter wolf then, and from the north where we were bound. I realized immediately it could be a valuable ally once we were on the ice. It sounded like such a nice wolf and it was clearly wrong to leave it here to suffer and die from neglect.

“Wait a few minutes, and when the rest of my companions return we will set you free if you promise to leave without attacking anyone.”

Kali returned and reported that Lute had (as one would expect) happily received the news of Kimandatsu’s end.

I announced my intent to release the wolf so we opened all of the doors between the cells and the kitchen.

Radella unlocked the door and out punced a massive silver grey wolf, easily the size of a large bear. White fur fringed his muzzle and ear tips. He stepped forward towards me and sniffed the head I held aloft, and then sniffed me.

“He is so cool,” whispered Takoda (the pun may very well have been intended), while at the same time Star eagerly asked, “Can we keep him?”

“If you are hungry you will find some freshly killed bodies on your way out.” I offered. “We too are heading north, and if you would like company on your way to your home lands, we could travel together.”

Skygni replied, “That might prove interesting. I shall look for you when you travel north.”

And after snacking on a dead ninja, he left.

Surprisingly not everyone was pleased with this outcome. Kali looked like she just eaten a lemon, and Helgarval was positively sputtering with indignity.

“You can’t just let it go, much less ask it to accompany us! It’s evil!”

Timber hissed, Jerk!” but I shushed him.

Ivan and I both made the argument that Skygni would be serving a greater good, but Helgarval was stuck in his way of thinking. “It is evil. It should be killed.”

I then asked, “Is there no chance of redemption for anyone once they have started down an evil path?”

That gave Helgarval pause for thought, and he seemed willing to accept Skygni’s presence on the grounds that we would be saving him from his evil ways. It could happen.

“And monkeys might fly out of my butt,” quipped Pookie (ever the realist).

Oathday, Arodus 16, 4712 night
Kalsgard

We are finally back at the caravan — it is nice to be home. And while the day long ride back from Ravenscraeg was uneventful, leaving the fortress was not as stress free as we had hoped.

Our morning started with Kali and Lute discussing what had happened here, how that affected him, and what it would mean for the guild. Lute surprised us all by stating, “The guild is finished. I am going straight to the king. We will not stand for this!”

That was comforting.

“As for me, well I still have my business, and once the king hears about what I have done here, well I am sure I will be more than fine.”

What he has done? Kali and I looked at each other and grinned. Ivan stifled a snicker. This was perfect. We could let Lute handle the guild and the political fallout of all that had happened here, and we could walk away with the loot we gathered (no strings attached) and the guild would be finished. We also need not pay Lute any share of the treasure.

We encouraged Lute to move forward with his plan, and provided him with the guild documents we had found to prove its wrong doings.

The day was already looking up. Until it wasn’t.

We were making our way down the switch-back ramps that led down from the keep’s front doors (which we had avoided on the way in) when a pair of very large wasp-like creatures clambered out from a crevice in the cliff face and attacked.

We quickly killed them and explored their small cavern in the wall.

I wish we hadn’t, but it was for the best that we did. The thin form of an elf was lying unconscious on the floor. Looking closer we saw he was riddled with small bore holes. Ivan stated that there were grubs living in the holes, and examining the hapless elf I could see that while technically he was alive, he had already been more than half eaten from within.

There was no way we could save him, and no way we could leave him to this horrific suffering. Ivan slit his throat and Etayne set the body on fire, killing the grubs within.

It was a relatively quiet trip back to Kalsgard, interrupted only by an ongoing argument among Suishen, Olmas and Ameiko over her role in the company, which appeared to have ended in an uneasy truce (or stalemate).

Fireday, Arodus 17, 4712 evening
Kalsgard

We spent a full day preparing for our upcoming trip across the Crown of the World. I purchased some useful equipment, including the Boots of the Winterlands we had found in Snorri’s stash.

Near the end of the day we visited Finn and showed him Suishen, which remained mute during the entire visit (a welcome respite, given the bickering between the sword and Ameiko).

But the day’s big news came from Etayne. She announced that she had been having disturbing dreams of late, and she felt forced to investigate what they portended.

She would accompany us to the next outpost and from there return to southern lands.

We were all saddened by this news. Etayne has been a stalwart companion on our adventures, and we have come to rely on her skill with potions and other concoctions (and with icky goos and liquids in general). She was also our primary healer.

More than anything, though, I will miss her curiosity. I felt like we were kindred spirits in our eagerness to explore.

Starday, Arodus 18, 4712 evening
Kalsgard

Early this morning I spoke with Kimandatsu.

Using a combination of Owl’s Wisdom and Speak with Dead I asked the ogre’s head some questions.

“Did you kill Silverscore?”

“Silverscore. A most useful tool. Yes, I killed her.”

“Who are the members of the Five Storms?”

“The five most powerful Oni in Tien Xia.”

“What is the ultimate goal of the Five Storms?”

“We will rule Minkai as is our right.”

Interesting.

Upon Kimandatsu’s final answer, Helgarval flew up and said that we had solved the mystery of the Rimerunner’s Guild and as such, his time with us was at an end. “May Desna bless you,” he said, and flew off.

Also interesting, and combined with Etayne’s announcement from yesterday, also somewhat depressing.

We found Lute and passed on what we had learned from Kimandatsu, noting that the doors on the Rimerunner’s Guild office were already boarded up. Lute had been true to his word, and the king quick to act.

I crafted a wand of Lesser Restoration with the rest of my day.

Oathday, Arodus 23, 4712 evening
Kalsgard

We have worked with Ulf to ensure the caravan has been properly outfitted and provisioned for the upcoming trip. Tomorrow we leave for the outpost town of Turvick, a journey of some three days. I created a couple wands of Cure Light Wounds.

Earlier in the week Kali and I found Yin-po and made contributions toward the reconstruction of the temple to Shelyn. Kali’s gift was far more substantial than my own, but when the new church arises from the ruins the grinning face of Groetus will be among its adornments.

Sunday, Arodus 26, 4712 night
Turvick

Our trek northward has resumed, and as we travel further north the trees become stunted with dark green, almost black needles. They clump together in thickets and forests around the marshy sunken sumps that form between the crests of hills.

With marshy ground comes mosquitos. I really had the damned things.

We had a small farewell gathering for Etayne at the Winsome Troll earlier this evening, but it felt more like a wake than a party. We leave upon our separate ways in the morning.

She left us with an assortment of potions and the wand of Identify.

Fireday, Rova 21, 4712 evening
Urjlik

The colors have been stark and few as we continued northward. An artist with only white, slate grey, and burnt umber on his pallette could easily paint a scene from our journey at any given moment on any given day. No mixing required.

Koya is the only one dressed in bright colors, but they seem brash and out of place here. I think she has felt this too and she has kept inside her wagon.

We crossed the pass in the Rimethirst Mountains and made our way to Urjlik. This was once a giant stronghold and it is said that giants come here to die. A somber legend for a somber land.

Moonday, Rova 24, 4712 evening
northern caravan route

We elected to follow the main caravan route northward, avoiding the “short cut” that led into the hills due north. Apparently the river crossings for the short route were beyond the ability of our caravan to make safely, and the short cut would in all likelihood have led to a long delay.

And so it was surprising when early in the day a voice from the sky challenged us to stop and turn back.

“I am Kjaerulff, spirit guardian of these sacred lands. You have invaded our home, turn around and be off.”

Yes, well his claim seemed dubious and we had no intention of turning around. Detect Magic showed the voice to be a simple illusion spell, and so I challenged it.

“Oh, confound it all!” shouted a gruff voice as a giant stood up from behind a low lying hill. “So be it, interlopers. These are not your lands.” He then began to chant, and an obscuring mist formed around him.

Ivan dispelled it.

“Blast and confound you,” the giant shouted, “At ’em boys!”

With that a pair of winter wolves charged across the snow toward us.

Kali glared at me, but I called out to Skygni, who came running to our aid, engaging with one of the other wolves.

We set to work, and soon there was a dead giant and two dead winter wolves lying in the snow, their blood coloring it a shocking scarlet. All in all I found it rather sad, but the stupid thing would not listen to reason.

Interesting enough during combat Kali was actually wielding a weapon (a glave) which was unusual for her.

We took the useful stuff the giant had been carrying, and then followed his tracks back to a cave. A broken down armored wagon was outside, and we found a scroll tube hidden on a human body. Ulf recognized him as having been another guide.

[381] wand of elemental touch [12 charges]
[382] rusty great ax
[383] gold plated astrolabe
[384] magic map of the high ice:

  • +2 bonus to survival checks for not getting lost
  • +5 bonus to security checks

Fireday, Rova 28, 4712 evening
northern caravan route (Bearleg Lakes)

We are passing through the Bearleg Lakes region. The marshes have grown in size and with them so have the mosquitos. You’d think the cold would kill them off, but you’d think wrong.

Sparna has been busy working on his double headed dwarf weapon. He’s already fairly lethal in combat as it is.

Starday, Rova 29, 4712 evening
northern caravan route (Taraska River)

We crossed the great northern river today. We celebrated at dinner with the Korvosan wine I had rescued from Ravenscraeg, some succulent meat and tubers Ameiko roasted, and an apricot cobbler I made for dessert.

Ameiko and I have been doing the cooking, and we trade off who cooks which meal each day to keep it interesting. Sometimes, like tonight, we join forces for a single meal. Ameiko likes to grill over the fire or roast in the hot coals, while I prefer the dutch oven and saucepan.

Moonday, Lamashan 1, 4712 evening
northern caravan route

Nihali reported that we were being tailed by a pack of dire wolves. Skygni recommended that we just let them be. We did and they eventually moved along to hunt easier prey.

Beorn expressed his disappointment that we couldn’t also have a dire wolf as a companion.

Fireday, Lamashan 5, 4712 evening
northern caravan route

We encountered a neatly stacked pile of frozen human corpses along the trail today. They had been clawed to death, and tracks led off for a few hundred feat before vanishing.

We made several guesses as to what could have killed them, but we could not figure out why anyone would then take the trouble to stack the bodies.

Starday, Lamashan 6, 4712 evening
northern caravan route

A silver dragon swooped over our caravan today before flying off to the east. We all wonder what that means.

Toilday, Lamashan 9, 4712 mid day
northern caravan route

The silver dragon flew low over our caravan a short while ago and called out, “Ho caravan, there are ice trolls up ahead.” It then flew off.

I have never seen a dragon before, and am delighted my first dragon was both friendly and helpful. I joined in with my mouse friends in wishing that the dragon could accompany us on our journey.

But Ulf only grunted, “Humph. Ice trolls. They are smaller than regular trolls, and as you would expect, adapted to the cold. And they’re smart.”

It sounds like more trouble is coming and soon.

Qatana’s journal entry for Arodus 15, 4712 (continued)

Wealday, Arodus 15, 4712 afternoon
Ravenscraeg

Radella and Ivan led the way down the stairs, and the rest of us followed into the dim light below. Ivan paused and pointed down at the last step where a barely visible wire stretched across, waiting to grab our feet.

We stepped over it. Well, almost all of us did. Olmas stumbled and a bell rang from down the hall.

A score of zombies moved up from some alcove to the left. We began to hack our way through when we heard a shout from the far end of the corridor and a crossbow bolt sunk deep into Sparna’s shoulder.

Some sort of troll… or mini-troll had joined the fray, but it was using magic and ranged attacks in a very un-troll like way.

Kali summoned an archon lantern to keep the troll (trolling? trollete? trunchkin?) occupied as we mopped up the zombie horde and pressed our attack forward.

It didn’t like that, and quickly retreated after magically delving a formidable sized hole between him and us.

We each began to use whatever means at our disposal to cross the gap. Olmas walked across the air carrying Ivan. Etayne flew across and cast Burning Gaze. With Beorn screaming in my ears, “Don’t let it get away,” I flew into the air, grabbing Kali along the way.

The trollkin was both injured and a coward, and so it fled down a flight of stairs. It would not do for the damned thing to escape and heal itself or call in reinforcements, and so I flew after it, clubbing it to death with my flail as it slumped against a closed door.

That’s when I noticed the statues: four of them, each fashioned into the form of a Samurai warrior. Two sprang to life and attacked me, but when I brandished the raven figurine before them they stood down and retreated to their alcoves.

I searched the corpse and took several useful things.

[330] fugitive’s grenade
[331] wand of Command Undead [11 charges]
[332] masterwork heavy crossbow plus 19 bolts
[333] masterwork heavy pick

I rejoined the others up the stairs. The pit had vanished, and there were a pair of doors we had ignored in the heat of battle.

Radella quickly unlocked one, which was for a store room with a wide variety of stores and provisions, ranging from exquisite to disgusting. I took a few bottles of fine wine while Etayne snooped around for the sort of gross goo that appeals to her.

[333] 6 bottles of Korvosian wine

Meanwhile Radella was busy at the other door, muttering to herself as she fiddled with the lock. After nearly half an hour there was a soft snick as the final tumbler fell and the lock was defeated. But Radella raised her hand, holding us back, as she squinted suspiciously at the latch. “Trapped,” she said, and after minute or so of additional fiddling she opened the door.

We had found the treasury, which explained the very complex lock and trap. Coins and bars of precious metals gleamed in the torch light. Counting would have to wait until later, but Detect Magic directed my attention to a wooden chest.

I began to pull items out of the chest as we identified them. Based on what was there, we were confident that we had found Ulf’s possessions.

But there was more.

As I continued to bring items out I could see Kali reacting with alarm, and only some moments later did I realize the cause. We had found Ameiko’s stuff.

But Ameiko was supposed to be back at the caravan, safely guarded by Shalelu and the others. She must have been taken shortly after we left and brought here overnight. I was worried about Shalelu, because there is no way she would have let them take Ameiko while she was still standing.

There was only one place left to find her: down the stairs and through the door.

Helgarval detected a number of evil creatures beyond the door, including one with a much stronger aura than the others. Likewise I detected a primary source of magic on the other side.

We used the Ring of the Ram to blast the the door into splinters and swiftly swarmed in. The large room beyond had a pyramidical ceiling and multiple levels, with a waterfall cascading down a far wall.

Silverscor quickly ducked behind a decorative screen as a squad of ninjas advanced upon us. The ninjas proved no more difficult than before, but now they were supported by a powerful spell caster. Whenever we could we focused our primary attacks on Silverscor, who had a nasty habit of vanishing and appearing elsewhere.

Never the less, we were taking a heavy toll on her, and her ninjas were crumbling like dust. She appeared on a platform, changed into her true form of a purple ogre, and I managed to fly up and cast Touch of Idiocy on her, but it was a feeble attempt. She then flew up to the top of the ceiling.

We followed, and despite some nasty attacks and area effect spells, we were inflicting great damage upon her when she vanished.

Apparently Suishen granted Olmas the ability to see our invisible foe, and with his direction we brought her crashing to the ground with a dull thud.

We made extra sure she would stay down by removing her head, and then pawed through her belongings.

[368] wand of flaming arrow [9 charges]
[369] scale male (large)
[370] +1 te-tsubo — a mace with studs (large)
[371] masterwork composit longbow (plus 18 arrows)
[372] lesser bracers of archery
[373] keyring with 3 keys
[374] pair of silver braziers (from the room)

Radella discovered a secret door by the ogre’s body, which opened onto a passage with a locked door on the immediate left and another further down on the right.

We could feel intense cold radiating out from the first door, and we heard a soft menacing growl. Helgarval said something evil lurked behind the door, but not inherently evil. We left it for later.

A large dark cell lay beyond the next door with a pool of murky water spreading out from a corner. Two figures were slumped on the floor nearby, and one of them was Ameiko!

Helgarval announced that there was evil in the water, and weird, giant frog-like creatures clambered out from the pool.

Olmas ran in with Ivan, the latter quickly and grabbing Ameiko, carrying her out to the corridor, while the former slashed at the frog-beasts. I followed and grabbed the other figure, a man we assumed to be Ulf.

Ameiko cried out, “Don’t look them in the eyes!” and we soon discovered what she meant. Lurid yellow green rays of sprang out from the frog things’ eyes, striking us. We later learned that these had the power to blind, but we killed them quickly before anyone suffered ill effects.

I channeled to lend some much needed healing to Ameiko and Ulf, as Ameiko told of her capture. She had left the safety of the caravan. Alone. Without telling anyone where she was going. And of course she was quickly captured and brought here.

Seriously? That seemed more than a little careless and a lot foolish to me, but I held my tongue. Perhaps she learned a lesson from all of this.

The blindness that the frogs inflicted upon Ameiko and Ulf slowly lifted while we discussed our next steps.

We have found a lot of loot, not even including what was in the treasure room, and this should help us on the long and difficult journey ahead.

But get this, some of the others thought the treasure and loot we found needed to be returned to the Rhyme Runners Guild, because “It was theirs and they legally owned it.”

Others said the same thing about Ravenscraeg when I suggested we sell it to raise cash.

Kali was among the latter group, and she looked pityingly at me as if I did not understand the concept of property, legal rights and the realities of the world.

I am much more familiar with legal “property rights” than she imagines. I was — and in fact still am — the legal property of another. Should I be returned to them because “they have a legal right to me?”

Fortunately Suishen itself spoke up, clearly disgusted with the turn in the conversation. It could not believe we would risk our mission by throwing away the hard earned treasure we found here.

As far as I am concerned the Rhyme Runner’s Guild gets jack shit. It has no moral or ethical claims to what we have recovered from Ravenscraeg or from fortress itself.

In fact I think we should march into their office with Lute and Ulf in tow, and explain to them what we found at Ravenscraeg: all of the illegal and immoral activities we discovered with evidence linking all of it back to the guild itself.

Let them know that this evidence was ready to be sent to the King and Kalsgard’s leaders, along with announcements to be posted on the city walls denouncing the guild if we did not leave their office happy with the outcome of our discussion.

I suspect with their precious leader gone they will not have the will, fortitude, or courage to argue with us.

And speaking of Lute, we need to find him before he tries to head back to Kalsgard on his own.

And there is the not small matter of the treasure we have yet to count or collect. It looks heavy, and I wonder if we currently have the means to haul it away.

And something very cold and very unhappy is locked down here.