Dagonet Entry 1
For as much as I like a dungeon crawl as much as the next guy, I really didn’t care for the last year I had spent underground. Being caved in and unable to escape, regardless of my flawless skills in that department, after a year, you lose something. Some part of yourself that you can never regain. Sure I can see in the dark better than most and have an intimate knowledge of all things subterranean, but not having the sun on your face or the ability to grab a pint when it’s most needed, can affect the mind after a while.
As I was sitting in the pub enjoying my first few tugs, a rowdy band of hero’s entered the establishment. They seemed a jovial bunch, so I paid them little attention and focused on the current object of my desire, my pint. The party, consisting of some humans, a dwarf, and something I could not readily identify pulled up stools near me and began ordering ale by the keg (mostly for the dwarf I suspect). They made idle conversation amongst themselves about needing someone who can help them find loot in some temple.
It was not long after entry that I was set upon by a member of this group. He was a human who introduced himself as Ashton and looked to be a practitioner of the arcane arts. He asked me what I did for a living, to which my reply was I am in “Acquisitions”. Ashton remarked that he was familiar with the term in his previous dealings with one name Karamus. My response had also garnered the attention of the other members of the party.
The other members of the group are a human named Bransen, a totally soused dwarf named Jarvyk, and another being named Greyjek. They began telling me of their adventures and how one was the mayor of the city and how they had saved the city from a volcano eruption and other such pats on the back. Their stories were amusing and intriguing and the antics of Jarvyk did well to lighten the mood. I told them of my endeavors as an acquirer of goods, sometimes paid, sometimes not and of my dislike for Karamus. I had not actually met him, but an associate of his is what got me into the caverns in the first place.
They had apparently resurrected him a few times, which I though was a poor decision on their part, but they needed his particular skills at the time. I asked if they new wear to find him, but they response was less then helpful. Apparently had had some head touched sister who was having a baby and that he needed to take care of here. Convenient for someone who owes me money. I’ll just have to track him down later.
Ashton asked me if I would be willing to assist them in exchange for loot, which Jarvyk instead decided should be money as the loot belonged to their little company. Either is good from me so I agreed. We then enjoyed the rest of the evening in merriment.
The next morn, we set out to the Yaun-ti temple, of which I knew little, but had heard of. Long forgotten temples where usually good for loot and other profitable items. As we entered the area of the temple, I got to see the groups handy work close up. A slain giant, half-orcs and other creatures littered the ground. Not bad, glad I know these boys can handle themselves. We entered through a door that led down to the temple below into a fairly large room. I setup to search the area and immediately found a hidden door. It lead into a smaller room that held murals on the walls with arcane writing. Ashton informed us that these were in fact spells and some were even complete enough to copy down into his spellbook.
Deciding to save that chore for a later time, I continued searching this room as well and located yet another secret passage. This one had no door, but some sort of barrier that could only be breached if it was shattered. I pointed it out to Jarvyk, thinking he the most apt for crushing things and soon the barrier lie in pieces. What we came upon next…
