Our enemies are our greatest teachers.
|8th – 10th of Corell, 560 QC|
The party (Ra Quel, Horros Moonshadow, Adanna Fionn, and Grakar Foechuckle) made their way to Crove’s Asylum, on the northern edge of Lan’Gess. There they found an unsecured sanitarium full of chained, maddened inmates and brutish orderlies. With little else to go on, they made their way downstairs to the grimy and damp underbelly of the building where they encountered the nightmare that had nearly destroyed Ra Quel. After beating it into a puddle of black ichor, they tracked down the warden Waldur Crove to an office hidden off of the main hallway. They were able to quickly overpower and capture him. They brought him to a Temple of Pelor for questioning, only to find out that his involvement with the Carrion Hill Horror was not as clear as they had thought. He managed to convince Adanna to release him back to his asylum, with a promise that she would hunt down the two remaining Keepers. Horros was not pleased with this.
8th of Corell
We spent the morning at the destroyed building site. We returned to find Grakar into Horros’ books. Where was he when I needed him? Instead of being mad at Grakar for being MIA, Adonna gave him a gift! What was with her? She hugged a suspect after an interrogation just the other day. Has she gone soft? We told Grakar about the asylum and we were ready to go.
I geared up. I warned the others about the creepiness of this place. They just looked at me as if to say, “How hard could this be? It’s just crazy people.” I wouldn’t even be going back if it weren’t for my ax being stolen by the spider-like thing. I’m just not complete without it.
The asylum’s door was ajar. This was not good. We heard people behind the door, muttering something. They were conjuring something. As soon as we were inside, I killed all 3 of them. At first, Adonna wanted to save them. And then one of the crazies tried to bite her. After that, no protests.
We systematically go through each room in the asylum. I swore there were more rooms than last time. We found rooms with manacles attached to the walls and chairs with straps. Potential prisons for us if we are caught her by anyone or anything. I demolished them. Any time we found a crazy, I put them out of their misery. They were never going to get better or quieter. Lang Ness’s Mental Health Services had failed them.
When we came to a room that looked like it belonged to Walter Crove, I suggested we burn it. He was evil, he had set me up to get liquefied and had my ax stolen. He should pay. But no, my suggested was rejected. Why were my suggestions rejected so damn quickly? Why do Horros and Adonna need to get hurt before, all of a sudden, I make sense? Why does Grakar always agree with them? For all the chaos of Kord, we needed to get my ax and get out of the asylum before I became a crazy. I felt my paranoia grow with each moment we were there.
A guardsman found us. I drove a sword through his heart. Adonna spitefully kicked his head as we walked by. “And that’s for your maltreatment of the metal patients.” Ai, perfectly pointless but at least she didn’t forgive him as she has been doing a lot for everyone but me lately. She still kept bringing up the wagon incident.
Before we left the ground level, I left one of the crazies as an alarm at the top of stairs. Horros lead the way through the long hallway. We found door at the end. He opened it, his eyes went wide, and immediately shut the door. He didn’t need to say anything, I knew he found the Thing. Our weapons came out and Horros opened the door again. The Thing charged towards us. Grakar’s and my arrows hit but did little damage. Adonna’s spell was easily defeated. Horros slammed the door shut. It was a good idea, even if it was a temporary fix. The Thing reached the door and was trying to open it from the other side. I made a quick side glance to my companions. They had the same idea, I had: hack the Thing to bits. The door opened and we hacked at the tentacles until finally the Thing popped and spilled its black blood all over me.
With the Thing dead, we were able to search further. We found a room with a pool of water and my ax lying in it. At last! Now the ax was found, I was ready to leave this forsaken place. Not the others, a shiny ring was spotted at the bottom of the pool and Horros dove in to retrieve it.
I was heading to leave when they others insisted we continue exploration. We split up. Graker and Horros sneak ahead. While Adonna and I waited for them, I passed the time going over the finer points of weaponry and why the ax was superior in every way. She did a very good job of pretending to be interested. Then we heard a crash. With my ax ready for my next kill, I stood by the door. Then I felt a weakening sensation that I have learned only comes with a spell. We were up against sorcery. Adonna threw the door open to a small, crowded room. Horros and Grakar were struggling with a creepy-looking man. I didn’t know who he was, he just wasn’t one of us so I flung a hand ax at him. It missed. Grakar took him down in the end. It was decided (not by me) to take this man hostage. We go back into town to the Temple of Palor where Adonna’s spells have a stronger influence. We find out he is Walter Crove. He was on a mad-mission to save himself from being consumed by something that was summoned called Yog Sotheth from another plane of reality. To anyone but us, his answers would have seemed like another Mental Health Service fail. We let him go after we took his stuff. Adonna gave him a parting gift of a magic scroll. I don’t understand such blend of subversion and generosity.
With the main mission(s) of the day accomplished, I was free to bathe the black blood off me while the others read. I have never been in the Temple of Palor before so I wanted to explore while the Sisters cleaned my clothes. The temple was gold, yellow, and shiny. Every room had urns, tapestries, paintings, and sculptures. And everything was delicate as the Sisters kept exclaiming as they followed me. No one trusted me, even after I promised to glue the damn urns back together.
9th of Corell
Today, it was all about the books. Grakar came up the brilliant idea of hiring a local gnome to decipher the more complicated texts. Best way to spend money, after buying weapons, ever. We found out a sort of secret society called the Keepers who performed a ritual to open a portal to find a spawn of the dark tapestry on the Summer Solstice. We also found possible connections to Horros’ monestary, a certain mountain top in the Golgans, and there was a missing key. I’m sure this made more sense to the others. I don’t know how they can talk so much about reading. I should probably learn someday.
Walter Crove has confirmed our theory: Solm Zander was the “Dark lord” obsessed with finding the Blind Path and fulfilling Tondar’s Prophecy. Crove claims, however, that the other keepers, including he, did not summon the creature as part of Zander’s “stupid plan.” They did it simply for the power of the ancient Gods.
He does not seem remorseful for committing such a heinous act, but he does regret it – the reason being, that the creature will not stop until it has killed all those who summoned it. And with each successful consuming of its masters, it grows in strength. He claims the other keepers are powerless to stop it, and only he has the ability to destroy the monster.
As I received this information from Crove while he was under the Zone of Truth spell, in the Temple of Pelor, I believed him. And as my companions were preoccupied during the investigation, I trusted Crove to keep his word to destroy the monster in exchange for his release. I am anxious as to whether or not he will be able to stop it, but I pray Pelor grant him the strength – not because he deserves it, but because he needs it.