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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Helspar" data-source="post: 1684008" data-attributes="member: 4849">The Journeys of Helspar; Entry SeventeenI write this from the darkness in the depths of the gatehouse, in a moment between study by Jolem’s lamplight. We have rested finally after my comrades have spent their fury against the roving packs of ghouls and other creatures of the night. It seems as though we have defeated their master, one of the priests bearing the ochre robes described before by the old man. Jolem seems to require much study to complete his daily tasks, Not only to his magic but to the “Master” of his magic as well. From what I know, I doubt Boccob pays much heed to the desires of his acolytes, but to each their own. Magic comes from the will of its wielder,not some uncaring source, It is driven by creation, will, desire and passion. Nonetheless it is this complete devotion (and lack of any other activity) that brings Jolem to the ill health he is in. The only other sharing the waking vigil is our captive Trog.    In a way I feel shame for the captive’s treatment, my companions can be heartless and brutal sometimes, particularly the bloodthirsty Kale. None deserve the fear that torture and vengeful deeds bring. He is captive out of necesity though, as he might be able to provide some clue as to the real threat that hides below this place, and the true nature of the priests and their gnollish servants. I will make sure he at least has a quick death.    It seems that this creature was in league with these foul priests, but not of their order. I speculate that we have diminished their number, but I doubt this trog acts alone in aid of the priests or in habitation of this place. It also does not seem that the Dragon was of any part of their plan either, possibly just an unhappy coincidence. Since we have returned though we have had little time to ponder these troubling events. Rather I have been chasing my companions on their rampage through the catacombs beneath the old gatehouse until they were completely spent. At times I was hard pressed to keep up with them, the Boccobian even harder. No time for questions then, and none to answer now. I see that Kale’s snoring has disturbed Jolem’s study again. He sleeps the sleep of one with clear consience that one, satisfied in the death he has dealt this day and apparent wrongs righted. I should roll him over before he wakes the others.</blockquote>

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