Golden Fire: the journal of Cluidhn Malta'i'nour

I feel stronger, more... vital. After our bloody encounter with the undead in the undercity warrens, we returned to Brightstar manor to rest our battle-weary bones. Upon awakening, we realized that the mercurial Markas had disappeared, off on another errand for the wealthy Brightstars. We met with an eminent diviner, Garius Wind, and agreed to meet in Starshine for the full moon, where we will trade information for gold. My kin will be assembled there, and the thought of seeing my family plants ice in my soul. The bearded ones returned, having been deported via the devious machinations of my personal bane, the mustachioed half-elf, who I have marked with my claws. With Hralf and Hagbard, we set out to give the elven zombies a bloody release from their undeath. With Honor guiding the way, we returned to the sacrificial pit where we had fought the horde of zombies. Constantly dealing with illusions, we entered the burial chamber, only to be surprised by traps. Hagbard, previously wounded by runerock, was felled by a dart, and I managed to feed him a curative draught. Honor, Hralf & Yberre bested a very unfriendly door and we entered another section of the underwarren, traveling beneath the sacrificial pit. At first we were glamered, but stolid Yberre broke the illusion. A hideous altar was revealed, and the righteous fury of Apsu flowed through me. Dragon fire smashed and burned, and a place of evil worship was cleansed from the world. Honor led us again, and a long walk led us to an abondoned warehouse containing a crate stamped with a medusa symbol. Hoping for gems and gold, I naturally jimmied it open. Something with metallic wings blasted out of the crate and flew skyward, occupying the dwarves for a time. But the real cargo was still in the crate. A crazed, feral human wrapped in rags. He tried to eat Honor, and thus I fired an arrow at the cad. At this point, his eyeballs went black and he howled, body contorting and crackling as he shapechanged into a monstrous wolf-thing. My companions reacted like veterans; I burned the beast, Hagbard assailed it with magical darts of acid, and Honor slashed it with a beautiful silver dagger. It tried to run, but brave Yberre and Hralf coralled the creature. The wolf-thing sprinted to the corner and gave us its throat. As it melted back into manform, we were able to talk with him and ascertain that he had been kidnapped, was unaware of his lycanthropic condition, and had been starved and poisoned by the crate's other monstrous occupant. There was only one course of action left to us. We bound the wretch and brought him to the temple of Sarenrae for succor. The priestess was happy to heal us and promised to do her best for our prisoner. We left her with a small fortune and found a hero's bow, suitable for my strength. We then returned once more to Brightstar manor to rest once more. Hmm... mustache, a shadowy cargo ship, evil creatures under the manor, a trip to Starshine; this is getting very intricate. My priority is still to find the fair folk and release them from undeath... -Apsu guide our path and grant us glory-