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Message: <blockquote data-quote="PHDungeon" data-source="post: 5063247" data-attributes="member: 86320">Darren's journal from session #9, continuing the events from session #8.Dear Corvin,The rain continued well into the night. We decided to explore the church after heaping all the diabolic sacraments atop the cursed altar. After fiddling with a particularly hideous statuette near the dais, I discovered a secret staircase into the bowels of the church. We discovered the church’s treasury, and following it further, came upon the high priests’ domicile. Two women had arose early to bake bread, oblivious to our recent fight. We questioned them, and it appeared that there were few foes left over to vanquish. We also learned of Florinn, a pious servant of Rao, and therefore tormented son of Lord Vance who had lain rotting in his father’s jail. While some of our party wished to free him right away, others thought to secure the Lord’s manor first. Several of the mercenary Ironguard dwarves had fled there and we worried that they were stealing Lord Vance’s treasure, which had become rightfully ours through gory battle and glorious bloodshed.So in the waning hours of night, we stormed the lord’s keep. Deryl grew bored of Bjorn’s hammering at the solid oak front door, and in an uncharacteristic whim, used some spellcraft to leap up to the second story window. I heard her scream and with panic in my throat, clambered up the vine-laced trellis after her. Our friends broke through the door and faced off against several pikemen barricaded behind a row of barrels. I would have assisted, but became, uh, delayed in my passage through the arrowslit window of the study on the second floor. I think it was the width of my arms, not the beer belly that made it difficult. I saw Deryl yank a crossbow bolt from her leg, hidden in the corner of the room. She was wounded by safe for the moment, and two dwarven bolters were upon me. At last I was able to slip through the window and onto the carpeted floor of a rather spare study – but not before taking a few bolts to the posterior. Biting my tongue, I leapt at the dwarves, sister at my back, hurling clouds of murky magic and blinding dust. I managed to bounce off the lord’s bed and plunge my blade strait through the first bolter’s gut. I could hear Bella, Bjorn and Torfinn square off with more bolters near the stairs, as they had dispatched the pikemen and hand hurried up to lend their aid.Deryl and I slew the grimy dwarven thieves, and we traded insults with them to the best of our ability. Bella whispered something to the last one standing in their native tongue, and he grew pale. Then even more pale, as we mercilessly bled him dry with blade thrusts.Freeing Florin was done at last, and the next day we sailed off to Alhaster and the auction, only days away. Arriving in the town, we discovered the place was overgrown with devil worship at the behest of its prideful, vain ruler, Lord Zeech. After a night’s rest, we managed to clean up and attend the auction. Deryl made off with my auction paddle, and as I sought her in the crowd, a tapestry of our great grandfather St. Aurielus was up for sale. Bless Deryl, for she bought it for the family. It will look grand in our hall in the vale! The main item for bid was apparently what we came for. Bella placed multiple bids on it – a hulking, spiked creature of stone and steel from the fallen empire of Bhael Turath. We were outmatched by Prince Zeech in the bidding, but the fool means to parade the thing through the city en route to his palace. It’s a long way, and lots can happen while on parade.Wish us luck, older brother.Derren</blockquote>

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