Monday, June 19, 2023

Castle Whiterock 12 June 2023: Lake Exxon Valdez

The murderhoboes

Garreth, half-orc swordsman
    Bleu, droning elf wizard
Zaber, suave and debonaire man
    Logan, wolverine
Polly, cute and deadly elf archer
(Stonemaul, dwarven cleric of Danethar)
And our helpers:
Elweiss, ghostly guardian
Fthirya, aka Erica, ghaele eladrin
Galdiera, kobold who thinks she's an elven paladin

What they did

After a short rest, I give Logan a swig of beer and start scouting ahead. Garreth asks Bleu if the dread wraiths will strike again, and she says, "They are unlikely to confront us as they did before, given we destroyed many of their number. Bleu, "They seemed to be motivated to serve Benthosruthsa."

I check out the nooks and crannies, and find nothing. We get through a narrow hallway, though Garreth and Galdiera slip through easily, and make it to a big cavern, bigger than a neighborhood of Cillamar. Before us is a lake covered in oil and filth, with pockets of fire on top of it. The ledge on which we find ourselves goes to the left, while to the right the ledge becomes a bridge to a big island in the middle. There's more beyond our sight.

I float over the land bridge to the island, and can see more of the cavern to my right. In there, I can see another island of cooled magma, but covered with gold and platinum coins. "I wonder what that really is. I'm sure it's a trap, but what laid the trap?" After some chatter and Bleu casting Seek Platinum and letting us know that the coins truly are platinum, I fly to scout the island, with Logan hanging midway as backup.

As I get nearer I see gems and other gear among the coins. I look up for a trap; the ceiling is covered in stalactites, nothing odd. I stick out my knife to touch the coins when I feel a tingle, so I pull back my knife. Instead, I look to the side of the cavern, and see a short promontory of scree at the end of a hallway. At the tip of this is a big brass gong. I go a little nearer, and see two statues of handsome men, one a man and the other an elf, holding up the gong, with a snaky "S" sigil on it. I bring others, and Bleu says that she thinks they are petrified, not golems, likely victims of Scithia.

We look at the gong, and wonder what to do next.

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