7th of Mirtul, 1374, again
Cormyr, Lizardfolk camp
We were taken to their chief, a man by the name of Kessessek. A cleric of some deity of the lizardfolk, I couldn’t identify his deity from just his holy symbol. I was able to see that he knew of the divine arts when he cast a zone of truth spell. I thank Lurue that his questions were vague enough not to have to reveal my true name. I made sure to answer before that self-appointed leader of ours tried to bring the situation under his control. That is a silly thing to do when we are the captives.
Kurri and Peelp seemed to react poorly to being captured, this just served to get them put back to sleep. Finally, it seems that Kessessek is a man of some integrity, as he offers release from our bonds if you agree to peaceful conduct. Being the appointed healer, I openly offer my own peaceful conduct and take some time to check up on each of the party.
Kessessek said that we have a common enemy, at the time it didn’t seem likely but over the course of talking it seems that these Shadowscales may be in league with the humans who have, under control, walked right through the swamps and into dangerous territory. He’s unable to get his warriors to fight against what used to be of their own clan. He seeks our help to free them, of course the payment will be what he might be able to do for us, the good feeling of releasing prisoners, and of course any valuables there might be in the tower.
We get done talking and moving over to near the geyser. I can see Anya looking at the boiling hot springs and the geyser with a fair bit of distaste. It’s getting close to midnight, when I will pray to Lurue. I’m hoping that things will settle down and I can once again, with the exception of the person on guard can pray in secret and peace. A strange noise and sudden attack show me that my prayers, and the comfort of the night rest will still be delayed.
Ambushed, our party was attacked by some flying tentacle monster and it some of these shadowscale brutes. Just great, two of our fighters are still down and it looks like Pog just expects me to handle it. I botch my first attempt, the sleeping concoction is stronger than I thought. On the second try I manage to get Kurri up, but she just disappears before entering the fight. That leaves me and Anya as very vulnerable targets. Having to stop to heal a moment before I continue and wake up Peelp means those brutes are even closer. They continue to press in on me and Anya, eventually taking Anya down. Something weird occurs around them; I felt my ability to form the magic of one of my invocations dull.
We manage to pull out of the battle only mostly battered, Anya wasn’t as happy to see me healing her back up from being knocked out. I’ll have to figure out a way to work with her. I don’t think I can heal at a distance, at least not yet. I’ve heard of more powerful clerics who are able to heal many people at a distance. I wonder if there was some way my goddess could let me heal at a distance. Surely some sort of bolt of positive energy would be possible. I should look into this later; it could be a way to work together with Anya without fearing a slap or worse. I digress, it looks like we’ve settled into a semblance of camp, and it’s time for my prayers.
8th of Mirtul, 1374
Cormyr, Lizardfolk camp
The morning comes, a bit later since our late night battle shifted the need of sleep out a few more hours later than normal. I am glad that neither of my bases of power seems to require me to sleep uninterrupted for any length of time. We spent most of the day traveling toward this keep where the shadowscales are. This also happens to be the place where most of the dream-walkers head to. We tried to sneak closer to the entrance but something alerted the guards that people approached. Of course they weren’t the only thing that saw us approach. This weird ball of light also seemed to notice us. Of course it also wasn’t friendly to us as it zapped Sal. I couldn’t hit this stupid thing, but it doesn’t look like Anya is having much luck. Sal, the bear, and Pog are only getting through hitting it by ganging up on it.
Kurri and Peelp were gone for a while, sneaking over the wall to see if they could open the gate from within. It seems like they went further in, to the guard house to see if there is a way to open it from there. Of course that’s right where the guards were. We eventually dealt with the ball of energy. I went over the building while the rest were busy busting down a rusted door. After defeating the guards and making our way into the guard house the next group of lizardfolk attack. We didn’t take too long in fighting back against these foes. Afterwards we barricaded the doors to the guard house and took our rest.
9th of Mirtul, 1374
Cormyr, Old abandoned keep
We opened up the doors to the guard house expecting an ambush but after a few minutes we realized that none would come. Slowly we started to work our way around the side of the house. Clearly this is what they were waiting for as the battle commenced. Some spell caster managed to thwart Pog, casting him into darkness and from what I heard, slamming the door in his face. We had our own worries as more of the shadowscale brutes attacked from the main doors. Anya sure packs a punch with those frozen spells of hers, though it means she attracts the most attention from the brutes. Once again I have to impart a healing touch or few to her, receiving a few cold stares. By the moon, there’s nothing I can do about it!
Eventually the shadows hiding the spell caster work their way around to the front door and we are met with trying to spot the caster in this blasted darkness. Once again the flurry pops into existence around Anya, leaving my without much to see or do in this misty darkness. We manage to eventually defeat the caster. Anya takes a few steps back to keep the flurry out of hindering our entrance to the main keep.
The first encounter we have are with some worshipers of Mystra. Well at least they used to be worshipers of Mystra. As the battle starts we make an attempt to resolve the matters without force. The battlefield is no place for diplomacy, not that I’m good at it. Pog tried to release them from any domination the Starry Gnosis held on them, but it did not work. It seems that they may be too far gone to the shadows that infect them.
I regret that the battle must result in either one side or the other dying. Another name or few, if I can find theirs, to be added to the year’s Feast of the Moon, this year may prove to be a long list of remembrance. I have to wonder sometimes what I had gotten myself into with this new group. If their response is to kill first and ask questions later I may not be able to show them the path of joyous exploration of life.