Diary of Zaaz Bloodfortune
I fear for those we
meet. It seems so often that when someone new travels with us, they
have a choice. They are one of us, or they are not. If they are
not, it seems they are in shock at how often we seem the target of
evil forces. Those who are with us learn to endure the pain and
travails and get stronger. Well, except for Noname of course. What
is that? Quiet you voices, he’ll be back if I have to journey the
hells myself to find him.
I have serious
reasons to dislike evil creatures, but interrupting my sleep is
certainly one of them. Sleep is difficult when interrupted by
Demons. Dalomar and Tavum were on watch when a group of Andrazku
demons came running into the camp. Apelike and preening themselves,
proud and full of malice, they blasted us with cones of cold that did
make my bones ache. Such a rude awakening to the night, I reacted
unthinkingly and flew up into the sky. Tavum fired a whistling
arrow to ensure all were awake and the battle was on. Our guide was
quickly targeted and in two strikes most of her face was ripped away.
Sadobras and Tauvem seemed particularly effective against the
beasts, the cold iron of their attacks ripping into the beasts.
Calling forth my magic a hex of sleep I laid upon on the biggest of
the beasts and down he went. Yoska blasted one with a scorching
ray, but it did little to the beasts. One dying one summoned another
and on and on the battle went. In the end, the devastating charges
of Sadobras proved the deciding factor and soon all the creatures
were down. Dalomar told us that his study of the lore of these
creatures made it unlikely this was a random attack. Likely they
were sent by our enemies. Bringing forth my healing, I was able to
restore Erdija’s face and heal her wounds. Shock she expressed at
the attack, but more was to come.
Walking the next
day towards town, a blast of cold ran down my back and suddenly we
were enveloped by an ice storm. The cold blast was freezing the skin
on my body and breathing the cold was painful so again I took to the
air and blasted forth from the storm. I searched for the cause of
the storm and saw nothing, but heard something charging from within
the miasma of cold. Carried out of the storm by his momentum, a
creature of cold and darkness, a cold rider, was there on a great and
mighty elk. I flew to the side to try to attack, but not to much
effect. Soon though, Sadobras managed to get a powerful charge
against the creature and to my surprise it shattered like ice. Off
road his Elk before we could stop it, but at least some gems and a
horn of fog were left behind. Again Erdija was wondering what she
had gotten into with us.
The next day we
made it to town and sold many of our goods. Once again Sadobras
proved his worth, presenting a cursed ring we had found to a magic
shop, he let the shopkeep decide its worth. Soon enough the greedy
git decided it was a ring of regeneration and offered him a pittance.
Sadobras told him he wanted another opinion and went to go. Seeing
his fortune leaving he quickly upped the offer and left the shop with
a fortune in his pocket. All decided it was likely in our best
interest to move onward before a closer examination.
Quickly we reached
our destination, the Deepren Crevasse and Artrosia. Tall and mighty
the carvings stood above us, rising up 2000’. Maiden, Mother and
Crone in their glory and all their hidden secrets awaited. Up the
cliff we went as Erdija waved goodbye. Spider climb for most and
levitation for Yoska and I. With magic such a climb is easy. With
monsters it is hard. Soon enough we were beset by Willow the Wisps.
Able to turn invisible and shocking in their touch, again and again
they struck at us. Again and again we were frustrated in our
attempts to finish them off. Finally, one killed and the others
glitterdusted, we resumed our climb….
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| Andrazku demon |
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| Cold Rider |
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| Artrosia |
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