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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Cinerarium" data-source="post: 832864" data-attributes="member: 9349">Nightal 26, the Tomb of Luvios Where to begin, my dear journal?  As you can see, some blood has fallen on these pages recently, and a sad tale is in the telling.Yesterday we followed the map to a hillock covered in black roses, strangely abloom for so late in the year.  A door in the hill was covered with magical sigils that Pell identified as belonging to Luvios, a long-dead archmage.  The door was jammed shut with age and rot, but the plucky gnome managed to wrest it open while the rest of us were debating how to.  With great trepidation we entered the tomb.  After descending into the bowels of the earth, our entry tunnel emerged into a foyer adorned with old casks, a couch, but most notably a number of corpses, long decayed.  Someone spotted the claws of a large creature under the couch, but it never disturbed us.Three of the corpses were arrayed with the burial rites of Our Lady of Luck, Tymora.  Gunn disturbed the bodies, and I fear for his fortune.  Have I mentioned that Gunn lacks all sense of tact and respect?  I know many would expect no less from a Gordian, but I refuse to believe that his uncouth behavior is given to him merely by his birth.  Alas, I digress!  My nerves are shot and my mood black.Driade was able to identify the tracks of several people moving into the next chamber, and then one person’s boot tracks running in the opposite direction, pursued by a humanoid with enormous feet.  The runner passed down the western hall, and fell into a pit trap there.  On the corpse we found the artifacts of Lordling Matrim’s ancestor, a shield bearing the Hills heraldry, and an enchanted sword.We followed the footprints further into the tomb, and encountered nothing but more skeletons and rotted books.  Sadly, none of the tomes were in a state that could be recovered.Finally, at the end of a long hallway, Riley opened a door and found himself face to face with a huge creature sewn together from the flesh of corpses.  He turned and retreated past us down the hallway.  Gunn ran in to fight the beast and was quickly pummeled.  Fast thinking by the rest of the party led to the beast’s defeat, but after several injuries.Riley again opened the door to the next room, and found himself this time facing the undead!  Several of the slavering abominations, their rotting tongues lolling over ancient fangs, turned at the sound.  Riley bravely tumbled into the room amidst the ghouls.  In horror, I saw them all turn their fanged maws his way.  Before any of us could get to him, he was eaten alive by the ghoulish creatures!  I shall be haunted by the image of his demise, eaten alive, his mouth paralyzed in a silent scream as his throat was ripped open by the unhallowed fangs of ghouls.In the ensuing fight, I and the majority of the group fought bravely but ultimately fell.  Pell alone stood against the remaining creatures, and was able to single-handedly defeat them!  The small gnome proved huge in battle, and were it not for him we would all have faced Riley’s gruesome fate.In my unconscious state, I drifted for some time before finding myself walking in a dimly lit library.  This library contained an impossible number of books and scrolls, though I could only reach the closest at hand.  I felt myself drawn to a scroll lying open on a candlelit table.  As I picked up the scroll, the glyphs blazed with light, and a purely ecstatic feeling flooded my being.  I felt in contact with Deneir.  He had chosen me to be one of His agents on Ostia Prim!  My great Lord has blessed me so!  When I awoke, I knew I had the power to pray for magical boons as His loyal servant.  Unfortunately my first use of these boons was to bless the body of our comrade Riley.  I hardly knew him, but he was a courageous and knowledgeable man.  I mourn his loss.We will stay in the tomb and heal, as it seems safe here.I would be remiss in my duties if I did not report on a few of the contents of the tomb besides the undead.  Amongst the old mage’s belongings we have recovered a few tomes, namely An Account of the Formation of Leaf Enclave, Red Randall’s Stonetooth Expedition (a set of memoirs not unlike these), and Dobyn the Short’s Essay on Conjuration.  This last, Pell tells me, is magical and he intends to study it further.  The other two tomes I have retained for my own study.</blockquote>

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