So it’s time to tell you what really happened on my trip “home,” and to give you the beef on where not go for your romantic getaway.
While out and about in the city I happened to need some coinage, and dug around in my purse for some Varre. I found a note from Fatoxhxj, scribbled in his sprawling handwriting. It said (more or less) that if I were told that he was “off visiting friends” that I should assume that he was captured, and that if I wanted to “learn the truth about my homeland” that I should seek it out beneath the city streets. Of course, I wasn’t sure exactly what to think, but considering Fatoxhxj put his life on the line to bring me back to life, I would put mine on the line to find him.
After excusing myself from my cousin, I went exploring through the city’s multitude of parks to find some kind of sewer or utility tunnel entrance. My persistence paid off about an hour later when I found a lid leading to what looked like a service tunnel (fortunately it didn’t smell like sewer, I hate sewers). From here out I’m going to cut it short, details probably won’t interest you in the long run, and you’ll have to trust me when I say that the details aren’t important…what goes on in this wretched city is.
After walking a short while I came to a descending spiral staircase and a large side passage opening into a room. The room’s was easily fifty yards long, and about as many wide. Stacked, not standing, stacked, from floor to it’s fifteen foot ceilings was a sight that would have made anybody’s skin crawl (and if you’re reading this and not freaked out, we have to have a talk). Undead, skeletons, zombies and such were stacked from floor to ceiling. They looked at me with their cold eyes, fully aware that I was looking at them, but not responding in any aggressive manner. Suddenly it all began to make sense.
I explored in a little deeper and came across a truly macabre sight. Three stories deep of dead, nearly dead, or slightly dead creatures from all walks of the world. The fourth floor contained bizarre research rooms, complete with documentation involving the mutilation of living creatures in order to enhance their abilities. I took several documents for my own work, intent that someday I will do something to save these poor souls. I was also able to obtain the, albeit through more nefarious means, help of one of the guards in locating Fatoxhxj, he was on the fifth basement floor with the rest of the ‘live subjects.’
Well to cut it short (as I said I would), Fatoxhxj was on the bottom floor, along with what looked like a Drow with a huge tongue, and a modified ogre. There was also a truly beastly guard watching over the cells. Unfortunately for me, no matter how quiet I tried to be, he could smell me. Thinking quickly, I swapped out his uniform and armor to Fatoxhxj using a little bardic juju, and Fatoxhxj started working on unlocking his cell. This creature (I hesitate to call him a man), started attacking me, his maw transforming into that of a tiger, forgoing the use of his scimitar to instead bite at me. Fortunately, through the grace of Denita, we were able to beat him, and escape from this foul dungeon.
Fatoxhxj informed me to meet him at a beach, while he ran from town, and I ran back to get the remainder of my gear. I fabricated some cock-and-bull story of going out for a long walk, and left my Aunt, and her manor house for what I figure at this point is forever. Leaving town I saw some strange things that night (humans that appeared to be beasts of burden), and I wisely kept off the roads and steadily moved towards the beach. There I found Fatoxhxj’s gear, and a wonderfully designed campsite that didn’t look anything like Fat’s work. Would I be surprised though when I see him running towards down the beach with a few dozen of these creatures behind him, fighting the entire way. I yelled out to him, and he told me to get his portable moat ready. When he hit camp, we put it up, and Fatoxhxj started writing in the sand, while I tried to keep the enemy at bay.
Well, fortunately for us, Fatoxhxj had anticipated exactly this turn of events, and set up a message system to Yanni. After a grueling hour of assault, Yanni and Findel appeared miraculously in the area, and the fireballs and darkness went flying at these creatures. Yanni teleported us back to what I’ll now refer to as the “real world,” a sight I’ve never been so happy to see.
Fatoxhxj told me a little about what really was happening in my old home city. The undead were used to clean after hours; to keep the city in its full glory. He himself was slated to become one of these mutilations, and escaped at a young age (perhaps this explains a thing or two). Bringing me back there was true to his form, both compassionate and completely insane. For me, if I had let Fatoxhxj rot in that cell one more night I apparently would have been crowned Duchess, and had jewels and riches rained upon me. Small trade-off I say, the life of the person that saved me was worth losing the respect of people I now have no respect for myself.
Well not reunited with my friends, we’ll have to see what lies in store. Yanni has told me that Leena, and Co. have left for Ravenloft to save Savuud and Rudy. For both their sakes I hope they’re successful, but considering it’s Ravenloft, I’m not holding my breath, the stories I’ve heard would curdle your blood. Then there’s Tamil. Yanni’s been watching and says that he’s being tortured by a Drow priestess (why is it that people assume that all Drow are priestesses?) while being subsequently healed for another bout of torture. Findel’s intent on saving him, but I honestly have to wonder, if this isn’t some kind of Karma (you know, what goes around comes around). Of course I’ll have to think long and hard on this one. The group also seems to have brought on new help through an acquaintance named Kurt. Hells if I can remember their names, but one has to be the biggest half-orc I’ve ever seen. The other’s a little weasely elf fellow. Considering my latest bout with Elves, he’ll have to understand if I give him wide berth. We’ll have to see though, I think everybody’s planning on saving Tamil, and I’m still not sure…would he save me if the tides were turned?
Well, off to see a little Zind, I hear the place is very exciting, though I’ll bet the food will stink compared to what I’m used to.
While out and about in the city I happened to need some coinage, and dug around in my purse for some Varre. I found a note from Fatoxhxj, scribbled in his sprawling handwriting. It said (more or less) that if I were told that he was “off visiting friends” that I should assume that he was captured, and that if I wanted to “learn the truth about my homeland” that I should seek it out beneath the city streets. Of course, I wasn’t sure exactly what to think, but considering Fatoxhxj put his life on the line to bring me back to life, I would put mine on the line to find him.
After excusing myself from my cousin, I went exploring through the city’s multitude of parks to find some kind of sewer or utility tunnel entrance. My persistence paid off about an hour later when I found a lid leading to what looked like a service tunnel (fortunately it didn’t smell like sewer, I hate sewers). From here out I’m going to cut it short, details probably won’t interest you in the long run, and you’ll have to trust me when I say that the details aren’t important…what goes on in this wretched city is.
After walking a short while I came to a descending spiral staircase and a large side passage opening into a room. The room’s was easily fifty yards long, and about as many wide. Stacked, not standing, stacked, from floor to it’s fifteen foot ceilings was a sight that would have made anybody’s skin crawl (and if you’re reading this and not freaked out, we have to have a talk). Undead, skeletons, zombies and such were stacked from floor to ceiling. They looked at me with their cold eyes, fully aware that I was looking at them, but not responding in any aggressive manner. Suddenly it all began to make sense.
I explored in a little deeper and came across a truly macabre sight. Three stories deep of dead, nearly dead, or slightly dead creatures from all walks of the world. The fourth floor contained bizarre research rooms, complete with documentation involving the mutilation of living creatures in order to enhance their abilities. I took several documents for my own work, intent that someday I will do something to save these poor souls. I was also able to obtain the, albeit through more nefarious means, help of one of the guards in locating Fatoxhxj, he was on the fifth basement floor with the rest of the ‘live subjects.’
Well to cut it short (as I said I would), Fatoxhxj was on the bottom floor, along with what looked like a Drow with a huge tongue, and a modified ogre. There was also a truly beastly guard watching over the cells. Unfortunately for me, no matter how quiet I tried to be, he could smell me. Thinking quickly, I swapped out his uniform and armor to Fatoxhxj using a little bardic juju, and Fatoxhxj started working on unlocking his cell. This creature (I hesitate to call him a man), started attacking me, his maw transforming into that of a tiger, forgoing the use of his scimitar to instead bite at me. Fortunately, through the grace of Denita, we were able to beat him, and escape from this foul dungeon.
Fatoxhxj informed me to meet him at a beach, while he ran from town, and I ran back to get the remainder of my gear. I fabricated some cock-and-bull story of going out for a long walk, and left my Aunt, and her manor house for what I figure at this point is forever. Leaving town I saw some strange things that night (humans that appeared to be beasts of burden), and I wisely kept off the roads and steadily moved towards the beach. There I found Fatoxhxj’s gear, and a wonderfully designed campsite that didn’t look anything like Fat’s work. Would I be surprised though when I see him running towards down the beach with a few dozen of these creatures behind him, fighting the entire way. I yelled out to him, and he told me to get his portable moat ready. When he hit camp, we put it up, and Fatoxhxj started writing in the sand, while I tried to keep the enemy at bay.
Well, fortunately for us, Fatoxhxj had anticipated exactly this turn of events, and set up a message system to Yanni. After a grueling hour of assault, Yanni and Findel appeared miraculously in the area, and the fireballs and darkness went flying at these creatures. Yanni teleported us back to what I’ll now refer to as the “real world,” a sight I’ve never been so happy to see.
Fatoxhxj told me a little about what really was happening in my old home city. The undead were used to clean after hours; to keep the city in its full glory. He himself was slated to become one of these mutilations, and escaped at a young age (perhaps this explains a thing or two). Bringing me back there was true to his form, both compassionate and completely insane. For me, if I had let Fatoxhxj rot in that cell one more night I apparently would have been crowned Duchess, and had jewels and riches rained upon me. Small trade-off I say, the life of the person that saved me was worth losing the respect of people I now have no respect for myself.
Well not reunited with my friends, we’ll have to see what lies in store. Yanni has told me that Leena, and Co. have left for Ravenloft to save Savuud and Rudy. For both their sakes I hope they’re successful, but considering it’s Ravenloft, I’m not holding my breath, the stories I’ve heard would curdle your blood. Then there’s Tamil. Yanni’s been watching and says that he’s being tortured by a Drow priestess (why is it that people assume that all Drow are priestesses?) while being subsequently healed for another bout of torture. Findel’s intent on saving him, but I honestly have to wonder, if this isn’t some kind of Karma (you know, what goes around comes around). Of course I’ll have to think long and hard on this one. The group also seems to have brought on new help through an acquaintance named Kurt. Hells if I can remember their names, but one has to be the biggest half-orc I’ve ever seen. The other’s a little weasely elf fellow. Considering my latest bout with Elves, he’ll have to understand if I give him wide berth. We’ll have to see though, I think everybody’s planning on saving Tamil, and I’m still not sure…would he save me if the tides were turned?
Well, off to see a little Zind, I hear the place is very exciting, though I’ll bet the food will stink compared to what I’m used to.