The magnificent adventures of Gilbo liddle
It has indeed been a while since I have logged what my companions and I have been through. This mission has brought us far from home to unknown plague ridden lands. Alas I have lost almost my entire group out of which only the Nelly the maiden bard remains.
But the fate had it that I meet new companions, nice people of all sort. Some of them were with us for short distances, some stayed with us longer. Today I am striding through darkness alongside a peaceful monk and a warlock. Of the piper’s artefacts we originally ventured out for we have sought only one; a scroll that reads:
“A new day will dawn’ For those who stand long”
We are now at the damned island of Quelong. It is a land devastated by unknown forces, was and disease and chaos magic. The people talk of a tube like object that fell to the land from the skies and set on all the disaster. We are heading there, to the mysterious tube. Everyone advises us against it but hasn’t that always been the case? Somehow I have survived.
We arrive at a monetary. The monks look hospitable but they speak in an unknown language. The warlock understands them and tells us they sound insane.
They are praying to a Naga statue we cannot get a word about where we can find this tube. They give us some lotus tea. The Naga statue gives me shivers and I throw a pillow case at it. With its head covered some of the monks start to make more sense.
The warlock extracts the necessary information. They say that the cylinder has awakened their goddess and it might be in the “cave of elephant”. Having got sufficient information the warlock helps them back into their stuporos mediation to their dark deity.
We venture out on the next morn, unlucky we run into meatlandish warriors who extort some gems out of us. Troubled by the bullies we felt lucky to come across a small village for night. I had the second watch of the night but fate didn’t grant us a chance. I woke up tied, blindfolded and muffled. It felt as if the others where in a similar situation. Some monster was there, I heard sounds of something being devoured and cheers came from above, all the while a bitter chill was in the air. We struggled and managed to get rid of our bondage.
It took a minute for my eyes to clear up. We were in a pit, around us about 6 ghastly ghosts. “They are Beisaq,” gasped the warlock “the souls of men fallen to violence now hungry for human flesh.”
Shivers ran down my spine, without any weapons what were our chances against restless dead? The monk asked for a boost. We helped him make one of legendary leaps. As he clawed his way out of the pit one of the villagers fell down giving the two remaining more time. The monsters got him fast and I grabbed hold of his club with which I could bring down one of the monsters.
It sounded as if the monk would be of no help, the villagers must have been on his tale. I tried teleporting out of the pit. Despite all my recent bad luck it was a success and I pushed more villagers down as my feet touched the ground, needless to say it was not salvation for me. So many a clubs rained on my head I felt my doom. The monk was not in my line of sight and the warlock was slowly climbing up the pit. Tasting my blood I exclaimed “It’s no use holding up no more, we are beaten and this shall be our doom”. As I said the words I saw a strange door in one of the trees. And we ran for it. I blocked the door and went down into the ground into a cavern that seems to belong to the villagers which were not as innocent as one would have thought. We found our belongings stashed there, they had yet to go through them.
We followed a route that seemed to head up to the surface when we came across a giant cobra as the villagers tracked us down. The monk who speaks wyrm as well as other animal tongues convinced the snake to let us pass. We ran out of the cave in the nick of time.
The jungle is bizarre in these parts; how long we could survive I am not sure. Here roam giant ants that eat all in their way, malicious looking people half fish and half human. Only if it wasn’t for a tribe of children we would not have survived. Their adults have all perished and the children are surviving by a thread. They say they will lead us to the cave of the elephant where an elephant ghost awaits us.
