Campaign Journal – Vatermont 5 1006AC
Te’Sarkal was relieved when the bosses emerged from the wrecked pyramid. This place, The Dead Place, and the unmoving skeletal rowers raised the hairs on the back of his neck and he’d be glad to be moving on. He spotted the bosses outlines moving near the pyramid’s entrance in the weak starlight – a talent he had sharpened in his native Tangor. It had served him well patrolling with various mercenary companies.
He had not doubted they would eventually return, though as day turned into night, he began to wonder. He had seen Colonel Arwan (he usually told people to just call him Captain) practice with his twin blades and the elf woman moved without making a sound. On the other hand, something about Colonel Cedricson (which no one called him) made him nervous and, though he did not doubt the strength of the big northerner, among mercenaries, his reputation was that his men were as likely to end up dead as rich.
When they arrived at the ship, they were clearly wounded, exhausted and he could see from the faraway stares on their faces, that they would not soon be sharing the details with the crew. He had to admit he was curious why the Captain was naked. The next morning, as the crew prepped the ship to fly, he picked up tidbits here and there.
A few shared smiles told him some great treasures had been rescued. He noted Caelnach sporting a new, large-bladed, bronze sword and Cedricson had a new twinkling, black stone rod tucked into his belt. Absent though were the Captain’s twin sharp rapiers.
He gathered from some of the whispered jests that there had been several brushes with death and many dangerous traps, ranging from spiked pits, living stone statues, a corridor full of crossbows, giant skeletons, a huge, rolling stone rhino and many other dangers. He was not sure he had heard correctly, but he thought he had heard the Captain thanking Cedricson for bringing him back from the dead. He didn’t look any worse for it.
Cedricson seemed even stranger than usual. Always a bit odd, even though kind, he had taken to constantly tugging at his white forelock. Before lifting off, he sat at the rail of the ship staring forlornly at the pyramid. Filandriel seemed to try to comfort him and Te’Sarkal heard her say “Your mom and dad loved you…at least you do not have to wonder any longer.”
He did not need anyone to tell him that some great evil had dwelt within the stone structure resting in the bottom of the bowl of the The Dead Place. He could see the relief in the bosses' faces as the ship lifted off and pulled away toward Darokin City. Te’Sarkal was glad to be away as well. He wondered whether the next place the bosses took him and the crew would hold danger for them? In the meantime, the pay was good.
35th, 36th and 37th sessions – XP 11,2000 (total all sessions: 75,230)