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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Mahiro Satsu" data-source="post: 304695" data-attributes="member: 4970">Episode V INTO the LOST CITY (a Velm’s-Eye view)Characters: Bronn Spellforger (shield dwarf Wiz2), Corwyn Black (human Ftr4), Daziel (human Clr4, Selûne), Saeita Neví (wild elf Mnk4), Van Dyksun (human Rgr3/Rog1), Velm Trueforger (shield dwarf Ftr4).Eleint 1-4This is the first time I’ve bothered to keep a journal in my life. Truth be told, I’m doing it to get rid of a nasty hangover more than anything else. The scratch of the quill on the parchment is soothing somehow...the dipping into ink a balm for pulsing temples.Now that I’ve been given the Stone Boot right out of Clan T———, what else is there for me to do but drink? I’ve chopped enough wood for today, and I’m sick of this backwater town. There’s always been a lot of talk about how suspicious and provincial dwarves can be, but these Cormyrians are truly a worthless lot.Except for my companions, of course...they are the exceptions. And exceptional. I respect Corwyn for his strength, Snowcap for having the innocence and idealism I’ve lost, Daziel for her puissant skill at war planning, and Saeita for knowing when silence is best. And also for having the best punch I’ve ever seen from man, dwarf or elf. Even Cousin Bronny has been different since his Return; older and perhaps wiser. We shall see...So tomorrow we set out for the Lost City of Aerunedar. Which will be good for us: as usual, Bronn and Daziel are at each other’s throats the second there’s a lack of danger pressing in on all sides. We’ve made Daziel our leader. A good choice.Aerunedar, the Goldhome, awaits me. Journal, you’re the only one I say this to: I’ll go down fighting for Clan Darkfell. No one else of my kind did, that’s for certain. I’ll meet my doom in those lightless depths and I hope that I can save my friends or lift Hatho’s Curse in the process. But I’ve seen it in my dreams, the Axe of Clanggeddin dripping with gore, and I know what it means. Bereft and without Clan, I’ll welcome it.Bring me your worst. I’ll give you Clanggeddin’s best.Eleint 5-8Trudging back along the same path to Aerunedar, sleeping at the same campsites, staring at the same moon overhead, while Daziel and Snowcap chant prayers to the Goddess. I’m tired of walking this road. I know what the Father of Battles has planned for me, and I want to slay as many wurgym-sargh as I can before I am felled. Companions, if you are reading this small book taken from my broken corpse: do not pull me back from my Lord and Keeper. I stand at Clanggeddin’s side.Met Cyrgul along the road again. No one’s sure what he is, but we agree he’s probably not human.Reached Stone Tooth. No ale and my mouth is dry.Eleint 9Spent the whole of this day rebuilding a rope bridge across the chasm. Almost lost Saeita to the depths.I felt a chill when we passed the spot of Bronny’s doom...I wonder if he felt it too.We sleep in the Shrine of Selûne beneath the grand staircase. Someone else passed this way before us—“Leather Boot” is what Snowcap and Daziel are calling him—I think it was the Zhent wizard. He’ll be waiting for us...I hope he’s ready for my axe. Bronny and I have a score to settle with that dog.The Shrine is safe. It’s good to be within the bosom of the earth again. I dream of the Axe Father.Eleint 10We descend into the old mithril mines; damp, moaning, windy caverns bereft of life. I’m able to find the correct way; you can tell from the reinforcements to the stone that the cave has been worked. Turns out it’s more of an under-road than a simple cave, burrowing down through the earth toward Aerunedar.Scrawled on the wall in chalk: MEERSCHAULK. No one knows what it means.We walk the miles for hours and hours, until our legs tire and we have to sleep. A side passage will do.(later)Hard to get back to sleep now. I woke to Bronn screaming—and a devil of a deep-lizard stuck to the ceiling, trying to drag Bronny into its jaws with a disgusting sticky tongue. How it crept up on us undetected I don’t know; neither Bronn nor Corwyn heard it until the tongue flicked out and stuck to Bronny’s shoulder.We slew it before it could run away.We are getting close. There are mine-wagons overturned here and there, and I can feel the ghosts of Darkfell crowding toward the warm life we radiate. I don’t remember the underground ever being so cold.</blockquote>

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