Journal Based on D&D Session July 29, 2006

Journal entry based on the D&D session of July 29, 2006 for my character, Natani Lyonsbane.

The journey to the Twisted Tower was uneventful, except for finding the remains of a group of orcs that had been burned. The dwarven scouts were able to determine they were killed by four giants. But that confused us, because we knew the orcs and giants were supposed to be working together.

From the direction we approached the tower this time, we were able to see a giant bear, with bone protruding over its eyes and jaw. We were also able to see a small number of orcs.

The group of us split in separate groups, with Pots and I going after the bear. Its claws were sharper than the sharpest blade I have ever held. Despite its strength and size, I was able to cut off one arm and then tear open its chest with my blade, killing it.

While I fought the bear, Angus fought one of the demons we encountered the first time we came to the tower. Tal fought some of the orcs, while the dwarves faced the other orcs. I joined Angus and a group of dwarves outside against the second demon. Angus was unconscious and the demon fell to the blades of the dwarves and my own.

We were checking on everyone, when a creature flew down on us. It had three heads; one lion, one goat and the third was like that of the red dragon, only it was black. From the dragon’s mouth came a liquid that burned like fire. Four dwarves fell to the creature’s wrath, before I killed it.

Angus was brought into the remains of the tower, as well as the rest of the injured. I took one of the swords from the demon brothers and I gave the other to Angus. I also cut off the horns from the dragon’s head and also gave one to Angus and kept the other.

So much happened in those days in the tower. We found the remains of four men from the house of Reinhardt, more specifically the lesser house Jathor. In the same room, an elf had been hiding, supposedly from the orcs. The elf had an interesting habit of searching dead bodies for ‘treasure’. Following his example, I found quite a bit of coins on one of the creatures, as well as two horns, which had been sounded at the beginning of the attack. The elf found gold coins on an orc that was Theonalaran, from the Southern Houses. Another false crown was also found and the dwarves finally told us how to tell if it was false.

The room we found the remains and elf in also had a trap door in the floor. When it was opened, somehow everyone in the room was first thrown to the ceiling, then dropped to the floor. I thought dwarves were sturdy people, but five more of them died in that room.

When we all recovered from our injuries completely, Tal made his way down the hole in the ground, toward the blue light I had seen earlier. Whatever it was attacked him and Angus and I quickly made our way down to join him. It appeared to be a large blue frog and Angus and Tal had it dead before I arrived. The others joined us, including the elf, but the dwarves stayed above, to ensure we were not attacked while we were in the rooms below.

The rooms appeared to be some sort of temple. A river of blood flowed in a rough circle over the floor of the rooms, into a pit. There were three intact blue pillars that had some sort of creature swimming within them. One pillar was broken and we could only assume the frog came from it, since it glowed blue like the pillars.

While we were walking through the rooms, we were attacked first by one, then a second large gorilla. The elf told us what they were after the first one. The second creature attacked Tal by surprise and raked his claws over him several times. Before we could stop the thing, Tal went unconscious from his wounds. Angus and I killed the creature, then he went to find out what the elf was doing while I stayed with Tal and Pots.

The elf, such a sly man, took his sword and ran it through the pool of blood. Angus and he exchanged a few words, and then he called Angus stupid. Before we realized what was happening, he had pulled a crown out of the pool of blood, which was the Earth Crown. The elf put it on his head after he tried to attack Angus. My large friend’s blows were not as successful as they should have been and I ran to help him. My blade, which we have found to be very capable against the oddest of creatures, was able to wound the elf and I killed him. Angus threw his body into the pool of blood after I took the crown off his head and he was stripped of his weapons and possessions.

We made our way back up the small tunnel with Tal’s unconscious form, but it was an old tunnel and Pots and I both fell because of the rings being so old within the deteriorating wall. Angus saved us though and the dwarves threw down some rope . We all made it back up to the top as we realized the elf was following us and he had been changed greatly.

His eyes were black, completely and he was covered with the blood. This time though, Angus’ attacks did nothing against him. We’ll have to do what we can to get him a blade such as mine. Despite my blade though, I did not see the end of the battle. The creature the elf had become attacked through my defenses and wounded me severely. I do not know what happened after that, other than what I was told by Angus and the others.

Somehow Angus was able to throw the elf back down the hole and closed the door, then ordered everyone to leave the tower. I awoke again when we had almost reached the small town outside of the dwarven keep. A scar mars my face, from the top of my ear, almost to my mouth, on the right side of my face. Scars are supposed to be the trophies of our battles, a reflection of the honor with which we fought each one. So, why does this one bother me so much?

Tal also recovered from his wounds during that time. The citizens of the town have once again welcomed us to their homes and will be helping us with supplies and other things we will need for our return journey.

But will we be able to make it with the crown? Or will our every step be dogged by those who wish to have it for themselves and keep our country in turmoil?