DM: Geokhan

Group members:

GreGory, a tall black bearded (unkempt) and haired man with a thick accent and a rough demeanor, accompanied by Boris, a ghostly floating creature wrapped in a yellow jacket and most of its face covered and seemingly having a huge fondness for potatos (Aasimov)

Joule, a very tall and muscular woman with charcoal grey skin, orange hair and eyes, seemingly on fire, donning a studded leather armor and yielding a glaive

Montgomery – a half-elf with slick laid back hair, chin op, nose flairing, told us all he was Olivier Montgomery and prefered just being called “The General”, willing to follow any good leader in the name of Bane.

Victor – armor clad and heroic man

Eyesack – a short little kobold covered in grumpy red cloth, kinda like a rope, stained by wine or berries, pretty ragged, looked at the rest of us with great reverence, like a waiter or someone sworn into servitude. Seemed to daydream a lot, stareing off mindless into the distance, didn’t really approach us, but just started following the rest of us.

We discussed who should do what tasks. Joule was good a tracking and keeping us oriented correctly, while I quickly was elected scout on sharing that I judged myself quite competent at spotting dangers before they get too close.

First Joule was nominated for leading the group, but as we elected our mission, I was nominated and elected leader, as the only one who had been to the crevice we was travelling towards before.

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Half a days travel to the Northeast of the Blood Eye Clan’s former settlement, a group had previously been to a crevice around 100ft long, 20ft wide and 60ft deep, the ground around it covered had a black ashen look and carved steps lead down to the bottom of the crevice, where an entrance lead to a small underground complex, including what appeared to be an old stable, but more importantly, also held a teleportation circle leading to another underground complex that seemed connected to Tsaran, the mystical figure that seem to be pulling the strings of many evil groups of cultist on the Island and thusly needs to be dealt with.

As such, we set forth to go to the crevice, having to travel all the way from White Moon Cove due to the recent destruction of the Blood Eye Clan, and hoped to confront Tsaran.

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We travelled forth along the safe roads on the Island and avoided any dangers for all the first day, getting nearly up to where the destroyed Blood Eye Clan used to be.

Only thing of any interest to happen during the day, was spotting a shiny diamond that someone appeared to have dropped on the road. It was worth nearly 50 gold pieces, so thats quite a loss for whomever was so unfortunate as to drop it.

I briefly considered if we should, on our return to White Moon Cove, try to find this unfortunate soul, but then I realized that would lead to a lot of false claims of ownership and it would be next to impossible to determine who the true owner was, so we put it into the party treasure to be split amongst us upon our return.

End Day 1

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We agreed to keeping the following watch order:

First watch: Joule

Second watch: The General and Eyesack

Third watch: Myself, Avarice, GreGory and Boris

Fourth watch: Victor

Nobody else reported anything happening during their watches, but during my own watch alongside GreGory and his ghostly pal Boris, I spotted a well close to camp that I could have sworn was not there when we made camp, a well made of cobbled stone with a moldy smell emitting from it. Looking down into it carefully, I found the water inside was entirely covered, or perhaps even gone, and all you could see was this red algae growing inside the well.

I adviced everyone to keep thier distance, unless they knew a lot about nature and could potentially identify this mysterious and potentially poisonous algae.

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The first part of the day, we travelled peacefully along the safer roads, and we eventually left them and travelled into the plains without any incidents.

It was late afternoon, still more than half a days travel from the Crevice, when we spotted some free standing walls of a small ruined structure, and we went up to investigate.

Just as we saw an intact staircase of stone leading down underground, we encountered an alligator-humanoid traveller, who introduced himself as Lubbit and said he was exploring this area himself, and then went to leave as he said there was no reason for both us and him to explore this place, but I stopped him, as he was walking away, to ask him if he knew of Tsaran, and he sure did.

Lubbik, who I attempted to picture above with ink, knew that Tsaran had a place up in the jub-jub mountain and that a bunch of cultists and humans was runing around the plains causing problems, while working for Tsaran. Lubbik would like to kill Tsaran himself if he got the chance and hope we would do the same.

According to Lubbik, some say Tsaran used to be human, but Lubbik does not know what Tsaran is now, all he knows is that he causes problems and he doesn’t like those who causes problems.

After that short talk with Lubbik, we continued down underground to the bottoms of the stairs, where we found ourselves in a large underground stone clad room and a large statue infront of us of a winged lion. We could see rows of bookshelves in stone ahead, leading us to conclude that this used to be a library of some sort.

Barely had we started looking around, when a few dozen severed hands appeared from every possible direction, surrounding and attacking us

They proved quite easy to kill, one even died from a simple poke of the beak of Avarice, so without any of us substaining significant injuries, we managed to kill the two or so dozen hands grasping at us from all directions.

Unfortunately, as we killed the last of the severed unliving hands, a stone door slid down blocking the staircase we had descended to get into this library, blocking our escape from this place that was now potentially our tomb.

We avoided panic for a while and started looking around and as I searched the eastern passage, I encountered a plant that started screaming in an otherworldly way as I got close to it, and given how we just encountered hostile creatures moments ago, I quickly destroyed the plant to a pile of ash with magical powers, but that seemed to provoke this large white furred gorilla monster, that appeared from around a corner and started swinging at us.

Once again, easy to dispatch, but not without our party taking some injuries this time, and we tried to do a brief rest, before we would look behind some doors to the north-west that Joules had found just as I had encountered the plant and white furred gorilla.

We was not allowed a rest, however, as quickly a book fell to the ground and seemingly from the book spawned a prehistoric reptilian creature, that proved nearly as strong as the white furred gorilla, and we decided we had to find a way out quickly and instead of resting, went up to the two doors Joules had found.

Opening the western one, we saw another screaming plant and closed the door, and settled on opening the northern door.

Behind this door was yet another of this hellish screaming plants, but this time, Joules quickly smashed it into pulp with her Glaive, and as if out of nowhere, a blue skin bald dude with a mask and glowing empty eyes and white long beard and side-hair appeared, wearing a mixture of skin and furs, and he did not respond to any of our communications with him, but instead cast a spell, summoning forth 3 undead minions, appeared to be ghouls to me, but wasn’t sure.

During this fight, I blinded myself with a misfiring eldritch blast, and once I regained sight, the creature had summoned a cloud of darkness, that I had to venture through to find the real fight going on with him and his undead minions, and we had to use everything we had left to defeat him, but still, it was not enough and unfortunately Olivier, the General, fell in the last moments of the battle, the bald-blue-creep smashing his staff into Oliviers unconscious body, after he had knocked him down, quickly finishing Oliviers life. Blessed be his memory in the name of his lord, Bane.

We lifted his body to the entrance and again attempted a rest, as we dared not explore more as injured and exhausted as we was, and we managed a short rest on the stairs without any monsters appearing out of books this time, and then explored the western door, killing the plant inside summoned another creature, this time a pirate-scum-looking swashbuckling elf, who told us his name was Derikk, and apparently he had come from a far away desert, where he was moments ago before this plant had apparently summoned him here with his death-throves.

Promising him to take him with us to White Moon Cove and explaining he would be able to catch a boat home from there, lead to us avoiding another conflict with a creature summoned by these devlishing screamer-plants, and we explored beyond a small door south from this new room, behind which we encountered 4 starving thirsty Grung, who appeared as lost as we was. They seemed to have been trapped there, and due to my past meetings with them, I quickly told the party to not attack and explained how we had a seize-fire agreement with them.

In their little prison, we did find a lever, that opened the staircase out again, and quickly surfaced and made a bit of distance to these ruins, before taking a nights rest and heading home, without further incidents along the way

We ended up not finding out much more about Tsaran, and did not make it to the crevice and underground complex we was aiming for, due to encountering this underground library, and we did not even explore all of the library, there might be more treasure and secrets to find in here, but once that door was opened and we could get out, we was desperate to get out into the free air again and rest up fully.

I would still live to go to the Crevice with a dedicated group and find out more about Tsaran, and would also like to return to this library.

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Slide 1

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