Truly, Apsu's blessings are upon me. Another of the Maker of All's gifts has revealed itself. Yberre, the bearded ones and myself awoke at Brightstar manor to find that Honor had vanished on family business. Uncowed by the lack of thief and mage, we descended into the catacombs via a secret door. We were ambushed almost immediately by two dark stalkers, whom we assailed and bested with sword and sorcery. One we slew, and the craven beast's body exploded with blinding light. The other, we subdued and bound with strong rope, to answer many questions. I learned a valuable life lesson: do not, no matter how tasty it appears, lick a glistening oily substance off of a dark stalker's knife. It makes one feel ill.
Hralf and Hagbard discovered an ancient imperial map room and encountered an Empress's ghost, as above Yberre and I were attacked by a skeletal Praetorian Guard; no mere husk, but a skilled and powerful swordsman. It was then that I felt new power flow through me and Apsu's will smashed the foe's grinning skull into powder. We claimed our treasure: an ancient helm for me, a magical breastplate for Hralf, and a lovely sword of the legion. We then ascended to the surface once more, dragging our captive on the stones.
The priestess of Sarenrae was not at the temple, and the lone acolyte was less than helpful, so on Hagbard's notion we strolled to the temple of Torag, there to meet the dwarven high priest. A crusty sort, he examined (and battered) our captive, healed (and battered) myself and proceeded to pay a very lackluster sort of attention to Hralf and Hagbard's pleas to send blah blah to Forge blah. Aside from the sharp pain in my shins, a dreary experience overall. The priest agreed to watch and interrogate our captive, and we took our leave.
Our captive secured, we decided to investigate the Medusa's Eye, the ship whose sigil had been on the werewolf's crate. We met with dockmaster Joseph, a rotund man whose considerable girth exceeded his helpfulness. He did, however, tell us of the fell ship's captain's sour reputation, and recommended a local watering hole as a possible source of information. The rheumy-eyed old barkeep at the run-down bar pointed us toward some drunken dockworkers, whom Yberre charmed with his silver tongue. Armed with more information, we set out on a reconaissance of a certain warehouse connected with the Medusa's Eye.
The building was large, locked and had no clear windows through which to spy a glance of the interior. We decided to wait for Honor to return before attempting to gain entry. We hied to our next destination, a much smaller warehouse. Upon investigation, we dicovered some dead beggars outside. This gave us all the reason we needed to search within. We discovered a reeking charnel house, filled with butchered bodies. The centerpiece of this grim tableau was my nemesis, the mustachioed half-elf, pinned to the wall by large nails. He had been mutilated at length with surgical instruments, whereas the other bodies that littered the room had been murdered by some sort of animal or monster. As the bearded ones ran to fetch the Guard, we discovered a unique left-handed stabbing dagger. Our friendly guard captain informed us that this sort of dagger was the hallmark of Nixus Sly, an underworld leader and the mustachioed half-elf's boss. So the veils are parted, allowing clear sight...
A charred, burned-out ship all thought to be the Medusa's Eye drifted into port, but our keen eyes detected facets of new planking that suggested the wreck to be a sham, designed to convince any interested parties that the Medusa's Eye was no more. A devious and deceitful piece of work, rather in line with what we had heard about the captain's character. So, upon Honor and Markas' return, we stand ready to raid the warehouse, explore the catacombs, and make it to Starshine in time to meet with Garius Wind and prevent an underdark uprising before the full moon. I am confident that Apsu will bless these endeavors and grant me the strength to prevail. -All praise to the Maker of All-
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