Serpent's Skull in Eberron

New District, New Problems
What is that smell?

We seem to be getting nowhere in this new district of Saventh-Yi. All we have found are violent troglodytes roaming the city. There does seem to be some method to their actions; they are definitely separated into patrols or groups. Once we made it to their plaza, and fended off some very large mantis creatures (that kinda looked like giant spiders), we were surrounded by even more troglodytes. These kept their distance, or threw a javelin or two in our direction, and avoided challenging us further. Good for them, Leif had a look in his “eye” of disgust and Dadak looked at them in distain even more so. I can barely stand their smell and have gagged a few times I’ve been downwind from the troglodytes. I thought they smelled bad on the outside, but once we killed one, and their entrails spilled onto the ground, it was worse!

The large, tall columns were certainly carved up with pictograms and strange writing, but nothing seemed familiar. If Goland weren’t back at base camp recovering, I would expect that he would be excited at what we found. I could just image him forgetting the pains of his old bones in a rush to decipher everything. But, alas, we three ended up scratching our heads and decided to move on.

We’ve realized a while back that the ziggurats are the most important edifice of each district, so we made our way there. Sure enough, several larger troglodytes had stationed themselves there. These seemed even more hostile than the others, and it would take little to prompt me to challenge them. But, when we discovered that they held a prisoner, a young female human at that, I knew that there was no way I would not pull out my shining blade and rise to meet them in battle.

The battle was fierce. They rained down javelins upon us from their greater heights atop the ziggurats. They cast spells in our direction as well, in-between what I expect were spells to buff their martial prowess. In the confusion that we created, the bound woman was able to slip her bonds and make her way to cower behind Dadak’s massive frame. All I could see was a bruised and battered form wrapped in rags as she pitifully moaned and averted her eyes from the battle. Wrapped in several magical images of myself, I waded into the battle looking for the biggest threats and a way to flank their position. Leif seemed indecisive between his whistle (to draw even more foes onto us) or bashing his way against the line of troglodytes; once he put away his whistle, he was the wrecking machine he normally is. Dadak and Kylia did their best to protect the young ex-prisoner using spells and teeth.

I must admit, it was a tough battle, but, of course, we were triumphant. The troglodytes and the troglodyte clerics (my brief training in spellcraft came in handy identifying some of their spells) lay at our feet. But we found a new secret of Saventh-Yi in the person of the battered woman. The poor thing continued to cower as we tried to succor her and deal with the many wounds she had. Gallantly, I whisked off my Sleeves of Many Garments, reverting to my regular jeweled doublet from the glamored plum I had been wearing, and clothed her in flowing yellow robes. She stepped back with fear in her eyes, but accepted a bit of healing from a wand. The whole ordeal must have been quite traumatic; she would not answer questions and only responded with whimpers and a blank look.

Mayhap, some time surrounded by a bit of civilization will help begin some healing. We all decided, even though it was somewhat early in the day, to return back to our camp with her. Goland was still recovering, so Captain Lewin tasked another camp member to the woman’s care. This “person”, a teifling male, seemed competent and friendly but had little news about his brief examination of the addled woman. She seemed to have lost her mind, and a lesser restoration spell seemed to do no good in changing her state; some spell more powerful may do the trick. He did notice that the woman had a tattoo on her which looked like a Pathfinder symbol. I suspect that since we are in good standing with the Pathfinders after I returned the journal we found when we first entered Saventh-Yi, that if we returned to their camp, with this woman in tow, it could solidify an alliance between us. They may have some spell services that we lack and be able to release the woman from whatever has bound her mind in its endless circle of fear.

I need a bath to get this troglodyte smell off me. Probably several.

Tree Herder

Dadak was glad to have his fathers armor back. The camp armorer had done a good job of repairing the leather bindings on the armor, but as always it is the Oak Heart’s wood that was the true beauty and power of the armor. This morning, Dadk decided that rather than reflect upon the chaotic order of the natural world around him, he would instead spend his meditation on remembering the story of Oak Heart and the sacrifice he made to save his forest.

Dadak sat with Oak Heart’s chest piece in his lap. Imagining the great Treant in all his glory ushering the trees of his forest away from the flames. As Dadak stared into the fine grain he could almost see the flames reaching up around oak heart. He could almost feel the urging of Oak Heart willing his trees towards the river that meant safety from the fire. The grain on the wood before a writhing fire, now seemed the the flowing water of a river. The waters of the river swollen by the storm began to flow faster and grow wider, grow hungry. It began eating it’s way through its old banks devouring its way to the village.

Dadak realized that he was no longer remembering the great fire, but another incident. One of which Dadak had been told stories as a child, though he had been but an infant at the time. The rains had been relentless that season. The waters of the swamp had already been higher than ever, the waters already running too swiftly. On this fateful night though, a dam had broken somewhere upriver. Now the great river that had always given life to the swamp had decided to try to eat its way through the swamp and drain the life away from it, and the orc village was right in its path.

As Dadak watched, he once again could see Oak Heart commanding the trees to move, but this time toward the danger instead of away from it. At Oak Heart’s, urging, great banyans uprooted themselves and waded out into the center of the torrent trying to split the flow of the river. Mighty oaks moved to the river bank before the village securing the soil of the shoreline to prevnt further erosion. Many trees were sadly lost in this epic battle, but in the end as the waters slowed and lowered back down, the village was still standing, and the waters of the great river still flowed throguh all of the many arteries of the swamp. Dadak realized then that it had not been Oak Heart but Dadak’s father that had been commanding the trees. Wearing this armor, he had somehow learned to command the tree’s themselves as Oak Heart had.

Serpent's Bane

The Last Defender in his hands, Leif felt suffused with both humility and pride. He felt an immediate bond with the artifact. They shared a singularity of purpose, of time and place, and of being the last to survive and carry on the defense of the Azlanti empire.. Leif could sense the magics of the shield almost urging him on eager to be back at work after so long a slumber. Almost immediately Lief was overcome with not just a desite,, but an urgent need to drive the serpentfolk from the heart of Saventh-Yhi.

Dadak and Kreshton tried to convince Lief to move on, to move on with their explorations, telling him that the serpentfolk in the government district had been routed and were no longer a danger. for leif, though, routing was no longer enough. The serpent folk must be eradicated forever from the surface of the world. For some time Dadak and Kreshton aided him in his purpose, but Leif was relentless and eventually Dadak and hreshton succumbed to fatigue and were forced to take rest. Leif continued his hunt, glad to be free of the distraction of his party, for while they were worthy warriors, being relieved of their distraction gave Lief the peace he needed to focus on The Defender’s magic and learn more of what the shield and he could do.

When they had first come back to the island, It had not been hard to find serpentfolk. Some would come to challenge them at the sound of Lief’s whistle, other just didn’t run away fast enough, but once Dadak’s spells had run out and Kreshton grew weary of the chase, the few serpent folk they could see would flee before the party could get close enough to engage them, and leif felt strongly like many more unfound. He could almost feel their taint upon the city. Now as he focused upon that feeling, he realized that he could in fact sense their presence, and as he concentrated, gazing through the top of his shield, he could even discern the exact location of those that were nearby. He renewed his hunt quickly hunting down many that tried to hide from him. The only option left to the beleaguered was flight. Unfortunately for Lief, though the island was small, and hiding was no longer an option, some of the serpentfolk were able to elude him by simply running away.

Leif had been in pursuit of this last troop of serpent folk for the better part of the night. He felt certain that once he destroyed these last few he could rest easier knowing that Savnth’s heart was free from their corruption. Now, He’d tracked them down again. He did his best to come upon them quietly, to leave them no escape, but once again, he failed to catch them by surprise. As his rounded entered the doorway to their hiding place, they were already bolting toward another exit. In frustration Lief cried out, Cursing them in the name of Savith, and fet a surge of magic from the shield. To his surprise the band of serpentfolk stopped in their tracks and turned upon him attacking him ferociously. Lief set about the work of killing. These put up little more fight than the rest of their wretched kind, all but the last one, the largest of the group, were quickly dispatched.

Knowing the the end of this purge was at hand, Lief was eager to take down this last serpent. Even so, he was caught off guard when the snake man threw himself bodily upon Lief wrapping not just his arms and legs, ut his entire body around Lief, much as the arger of his limbless brethren might. For a few moments, the Serpent had the upper hand, pinning Liefes Arms and keeping him from bringing his weapon to bear as the serpent repeated bit into Leaf trying futilely to poison this Serpent’s bane. Unable to strike the serpent, Lief once again found his answer in the Defender. hunkering down close to the shield, he let the serpent try it’s best to squeeze him. Squeeze it did, but in doing so, it pressed itself aginst the razor sharp edges of Ydersius’ scale. Before long the enraged serpentfolk had done mortal damage to itself, and despite coming to its senses and trying to disengage, was able to do little more than collapse at Lief’s feet.

Battle's Aftermath

Leif’s leafy bulk against the cellar door gives me the courage to close my eyes and finally get some sleep. I’ve been obsessed, I admit it, that Egsamora was trouble and I’ve only slept fitfully the last couple of days. In the end, I was right about her, but I doubt my companions will acknowledge it. That woman was up to no good; Goland’s mutilated body, held gently in Leif’s massive arms, is proof of it.

That Egsamora woman had begun her experiments on him and now I do not know WHAT he is or if he will recover. I do know that the poor creatures she used as guards may have been once people like myself, and I pity them. I even pity them for once having been vegipigmys and then turned to whatever monstrosity they ended up as. She twisted their bodies into gruesome half-animal, half-plant creatures. Their corpses now lay in a heap in a corner of this basement; perhaps we can burn them in a small ceremony later tomorrow. They remind me, somewhat, of Leif; walking plantlife. I have nothing against Leif, though, as he started life the way he is; he is proof of how wonderful and varied life is on Khorvaire.

In the meantime, I think it will be quite a while before Leif stirs again. The smell of his sap is strong in this confined room. It oozes from several wounds he took battling that sorceress. He has several spots on him that are blackened and charred from the lighting she through at him as he chased her around the small basement she used to entrap these denizens of Saventh-Yi. I’ve used a few charges of my wand on his bark and I can already see clean wood underneath as he slowly heals.

My body, not to mention my raiment, has been torn and rent as well. I’ve stopped the bleeding as well as I could (along with a charge or two from the wand for myself). My wounds are closing up fine but I expect that I will be pulling out slivers of wood from them for the next several days. Even if Leif hadn’t decided to take root where he is, I think it would have been prudent to hole up here. Once again, a foe has eluded us at the last moment with the aid of invisibility. I don’t blame them, their defeat was at hand, but it doesn’t stop from angering me. I can only hope that she has fled the city altogether and not found some other way to cause us trouble. Our camp now has another reason to stay vigilant every night. I may suggest moving the whole Shackles camp to this new location, but the keep we liberated for them is probably much more secure.

Once we get out of here, I would like to explore Egsamora’s mansion some. Perhaps she has some silk sheets and a proper bed I may be able to get move back to camp? With her retreat, I believe that this district is ours. My name will be displayed prominently in the history books as the discoverer and explorer of Saventh-Yi. My only worry is that Leif is once again in one of his 10,000 year slumbers. Dadak and I may have to chop our way through one of the walls to escape.

—From the log of Kreshton Rel’Astra

Enough Is Enough, Woman!

This is just ridiculous.

Now, I know she’s up to something, but I can’t seem to prove it to my friends. I tried to catch her in a lie by calling her Zakayya (the succubus), but she didn’t even flinch. Her response was too perfect but I have only my gut to go with her; still, she did sound sincere.

I also tried to leave and watch from cover as she communed with nature alongside Leif in his normal state and Dadak wildshaped into a tree. They just stood there in the clearing outside her home drinking in the sun, or something. It was boring. I paced back and forth to pass the time and to avoid any vegipigmies from sneaking up on me. Every time I looked back up there, I could see her shape mocking me.

Eventually, Leif and Dadak came to find me and we returned to camp. Kasada Lewin was interested but it was obvious that she was leaving the mystery in our hands. One bit of news that Kasada did tell us was that Goland had left camp earlier to try and catch up with us, along with a couple of guards as escort (that was wise). A bit of fumbling about (hey, I’m a city boy, I know little about tracking) but finally Dadak found a possible trail along the shoreline belonging to Goland. We followed the tracks and found one of the guards, dead and hidden in some bushes. How they were ambushed, I have not a clue, but I instantly suspected our new green friend.

It took some fast talking, and a bit of lies, to get Leif and Dadak to return to her abode. I tried to overstate that she may be in danger all the while secretly knowing that she was the culprit. Time to break into her home and do a more thorough search of it, not a “tour” like the one she gave us, all the while looking over our shoulders. She must have Goland prisoner there and I intend to rescue him from his peril. It is much too perilous.

—From the log of Kreshton Rel’Astra

Ain't I Something!?
Stop Ignoring Me, Woman!

Nope. Nope. Something is wrong here with this strange woman we’ve met. I gave her my most charming smile. I’ve spoken to her like she is a highborn lady. I’ve done my best to impress her. But I did not receive the reaction to my presence that I expected. Yes, there is something wrong with this woman.

I mean, look at me! I’ve got a stunning personality. I’ve got fresh clothing (that smell faintly like lilac). I’m obviously an accomplished adventurer! I’m young and virile. I’ve found the lost city of Saventh-Yi, for Olladra’s sake! It’s obvious that I’m some kind of noble; my bows are perfect! I’ve been more than courteous.

But, all she has is eyes for Leif. She talks to him more than she does to me. I can see appreciation in her eyes for him.

I don’t know, maybe being alone for so long, with the vegipigmies and their “forest” of moss and fungus, has rattled her brain. Saventh-Yi is a strange place. She has a bit of an accent that I can’t seem to place which is making me wonder.

This has got to be a trap, one that I will not fall for again. Several days before we arrived at Tazion, Pol, Dadak and I came across several women bathing in the river; one of them turned out to be a succubus! Maybe this woman is Zakayya, once again, but in disguise. I’m not going to fall for her whiles this time. I’m not going drink a thing she offers me like I did before! The only reason she’s paying so much attention to Leif is because she’s already sized Dadak and me up from our last encounter. She knows, from that last encounter, that she must be wary of Dadak, he held her off alone until Pol and I gained our wits again after drinking that foul brew she served us.

I need to get a signal to Dadak that our “new” hostess will not discover. Maybe Kylia could smell her and let Dadak know if this is indeed Zakayya. What will we do?

—From the log of Kreshton Rel’Astra

New Saveth-Yi
...not as good as Old Saventh-Yi

We returned to camp after three days in the field and we were informed that supply trains had not been reaching Saventh-Yi. Worried that a rival faction was plundering our booty, we decided to venture down river. While scouting ahead of us in eagle form, I-Da-Dak spotted some suspects. A veritable army of meatbags was moving slowly upstream in barges. They certainly had the means to waylay our shipments, but we had not yet established motive. I suppose if they bore some ill will towards us; that would prove it. Still, my companions were not interested in investigating these possible pilferers, though paradoxically, that is the reason why we were moving downstream to begin with. Truly, they possess a dizzying intellect.

I Smell Pussy
At my companion’s insistence, we gave the army a wide berth. Keeping hundreds of yards between us and the river, we could only hear the occasional yell from the meatbags. Our mission unclear, we pressed on past one barge, and then another. The opportunity to punish the cat burglars responsible for our missing caravan seemed to be quickly fading away. But, fortune seemed determined to push us towards the resolution that my companions were seeking to avoid. As luck would have it, two catfolk, scouting the flanks of the barges, intercepted us. I took my weapon in hand and prepared to slay these pussies with it. I had the endurance to take on two at once, but I had to tame my excitement because I didn’t want the fun to end prematurely. I approached with a steady, methodical rhythm. Not too fast and not too slow. They demanded I surrender to them, but I don’t swing that way. Someone was going to get dominated and it wasn’t going to be me. They yelled for help and backed away, but still I approached. In the distance, two more were coming… their heavy breathing giving their position away. I had the confidence to take on two, but the physical demands of four, was going to be a challenge. I suppose I could think about baseball.
This moist patch of tangled vines was about to get much more exciting, when my companions suddenly sounded the retreat. I couldn’t believe it! Without even asking about the missing convoy, they faltered and prepared to run. I did my best to convince them to stay, but they insisted we leave. Remembering back to the mess hall stories that the Azlanti soldiers told, of the epic quantities of pussy that they slew, I could not help but think that this is exactly what they were talking about. My moment to make them proud was handed to me by fortune, and I was being asked to reject. My companions made their points, but honor and courage were not amongst them. Still, it was the abject fear in their eyes that moved me to action. I-Da-Dak said he did not feel safe returning without me guarding his rear. He always seems very keen on someone guarding his rear. He must have had a bad experience.
In the end, unable to rally my companions, I chose to go with them. There would surely be a day in the future when I would be able to get my licks in on these pussies.

Do you want some Brelish with that?
Guarding the approaches to Saventh-Yi is the Brelish encampment. These vile creatures clear cut the jungle to erect their tents and surround themselves with a palisade. Their massacre of my fellow plants did not go unnoticed and will not go unpunished. So, as we parted ways with our catfolk pursuers, I issued them a challenge; “find me at the camp just ahead on the river and fight me!” That should set things on the right path. Maybe fortune was still smiling upon me after all.

Captain Llewyn
We returned to Captain Llewyn and informed him of the approaching army. He seemed concerned, so I recommended that we move our camp to the fort in the military district. He liked my recommendation, so I decided to return to the fort and clear away any remaining inhabitants. I’ve seen how contagious fear can be, so I didn’t want it to sweep through camp. Therefore, I thought it best to bring Iyum Kreshton and I-Da-Dak with me. Putting them to work will distract their minds.

Tribe Pathfinder
When we first arrived in Saventh-Yi, a member of the Pathfinder tribe attempted to kill us. He came darn close in succeeding. Fortunately, we were saved by a burning man that wandered nearby. At that time, that was the only member of the Pathfinder tribe in the area. Now, there is an entire clan of them holed up in an area of the city that we had just cleared out. I suggested we clear out this new infestation, but again, my companions demurred. Sure, one of their members had recently tried to kill us. And sure, they were squatting on land that we spilled blood to make safe. And sure, they continued to be downright unfriendly, but I’m told time and time again that they are our friends. Perhaps that word doesn’t mean the same thing any more.
When I was young, people would say that the future was bright. The dark lords of Thassilonia were losing the war and everyone thought there were going to be better days ahead. Sadly, they were all mistaken. I went to sleep in the hopes that I would wake up to those promised better days, but the future is just as confounding as the past. In this age, adversaries spit in your face, but everyone politely ignores it. If the commander were alive today, Saventh-Yi would already be restored to its full glory. These catfolk, monkeyfolk, serpentfolk, Brelishfolk, Pathfinderkin, and all the rest would be trodden under foot for their slights against us. The banners would be flying high and everywhere, the sound of soldiers marching in lock step, singing songs in praise of the victorious dead. Alas, that is all nothing but a faded memory. And when I look around at the world today, it is with that same sad and faded tinge that I see current events unfolding.

We made safe the fortress atop the hill overlooking the military district. I tried my best to make it presentable. It certainly wouldn’t pass inspection, but the Lieutenant isn’t here to give us a lashing, so my bark can take comfort in that.
I was right about the work distracting my comrades. Busying them with household chores seems to have put them at rest. They even recovered a bit of their courage. After a days rest, they were itching to get back out into the wilds.

A Gentleman and a Scholar
The next area we were going to explore was the chain of small islands adjoining the large central island of the government district. Unfortunately, the Pathfinder tribe had moved onto the largest (and most interesting) of the islands. Still, there were a few choice spots left to scout on the smaller isles. Of particular note, a large rotunda with brilliant columns inscribed with Azlanti writing. I was excited to find something that wasn’t covered in monkey feces. Approaching the rotunda, I realized that a retinue of humans were diligently cleaning the structure. Finally! Someone with the correct amount of respect for this place. They weren’t plundering or squatting, but caring for the ruins of this magnificent monument. If there was ever a time to make friends, this was it. I approached cautiously, but with my weapon sheathed. I called to the humans with the traditional Azlanti greeting and they approached me with open arms. They were certainly a bit on the touchy-feely side, but I can appreciate their enthusiasm. The leader of the humans was a squat fellow. I didn’t speak the same language as him, but I could tell he was truly a cultured individual. Besides inspiring this group to clean the rotunda, he also attempted to communicate with me through the universal medium of music. He played a whooshing note on his flute and I responded with a thunderous tone from my signal whistle. The leader seemed confused, but interested and I was optimistic. Then things went sideways. Apparently, Iyum Kreshton is quite the music critic. Displeased with the dulcet tones that the leader was producing, Iyum Kreshton began casting spells. Threatened, the leader responded with magic of his own. The situation spiraled out of control and the end result was as predictable as it was sad. The peaceful caretakers stood no chance as Iyum Kreshton, filled with bloodlust, slew them two at a time. All the while, he kept exhorting me to join in the massacre. I did as I was asked because a soldier does not question his orders in the midst of battle, but I’m beginning to wonder if I’m on the right side. Are these people here to restore Saventh-Yi to its former glory, or deliver the killing blow that will finally send the ruins crashing down?

On Disappointment
An unwelcome guest

While Iomedae has allowed me to bless this band with her healing light, I confess that I haven’t spent as much time learning the secrets of Saventh-Yi as I might have hoped. There are untold treasures here, and residents that know almost nothing of divinity. Yet we are continuously molested by roving bands of Serpent Folk (once like seeing a dream come to life, now so commonplace I wonder that I had ever thought them rare), giant insects, and other nuisances. True, my companions are particularly adept at dispatching them (under my healing hand, of course), but it still takes time away from learning about this land.

That is, until recently. We had cornered what we later determined to be a Rakshasa. It seemed to know its way around this area and made direct contact with our group. Clearly, it deemed itself superior. We tracked it to a large hall filled with serpentfolk and pitched our battle, there. As the tide turned in our favor, I began to have hope. We could capture this wizard (for that’s what I had initially assumed it to be) and learn from it. There were secrets to uncover and lost knowledge to unearth. But in the midst of the struggle, the foul fiend vanished and escaped past our band! What a waste!

Although we finished the Serpentfolk and, eventually, a sea creature, what did those victories bring us? Victory in itself is cheap and tawdry. It resembles too closely simple bloodlust. Only when it fulfills a larger goal is it worthwhile. And, with the escape of the Rakshasa, I’m afraid that goal was lost.

Nevertheless, I stand steadfast in the faith that we have greater days ahead of us than behind. But I will endeavor to avoid this bitter disappointment in the future. The invisibility of enemies will no longer be an issue. Of that I am sure.

I Can't Believe It!

I can’t believe it, we’ve let another powerful serpentfolk escape us alive! First it was that damned priestess, Yarzoth, in the bowels of the lost temple on Smuggler’s Shiv. Now, a powerful mage in the shape of a humanoid crocodile has eluded us. Someone – Golan I think? – said it was a powerful beast called a Rashaka.

Yarzoth was a powerful foe, fought in the bowels of a hidden temple on Smuggler’s Shiv. Her mental domination of our companion Chydak distracted us enough to give her the upper hand and all we could do was to subdue him without hurting him too badly. And since she was ready for our attack, she held her own against all of us pretty handily. The bronze door traps she had rigged temporarily captured both Pol and me under their tremendous weight. Her summoned undead minions were just an obstacle, easily overcome, but when she started casting her spells we were fortunate to have Joffa to state their effects. Dadak and Pol had skeletons of their own to battle, but with the additional poisonous snakes she summoned they seemed to stall even Dadak’s momentum. But her defensive spells were only a stopgap and the battle soon turned our way. Unfortunately, she had one last trick up her sleeve; when she slapped her bloody hand against the huge statue of a bat winged and footed woman her form turned gaseous allowing her to fly across the room avoiding all our desperate attacks and out of the chamber. Her escape was only temporary. We’ve had enough clues to follow her this far, across most of Xen’drik, to this lost city.

This Rakshasa was cunning, to say the least. Somehow, in the night, as the rest of us slept, he convinced Leif that he was a friend. Leif’s limited experience with sentient beings of this age seems to be a detriment and a weakness that the rest of us must keep in mind. His tale of meeting this “person” was instantly suspect to me, sure, there was a slight possibility that it was the truth, but with so many serpentfolk about, I felt there was no way this could be a free agent. The fight and his attempt at convincing us he was in danger from the serpentfolk within the Rakshasa’s arena was proof of that. He was a worthy foe, and I enjoyed meeting him in battle. The lightning that flashed from his hands was deadly and I fear I may have to change my blackened and scorched coat. If it weren’t for the strength of mind my bardic training provides or the charmed life that I lead, I am sure I would have fallen to that evil being’s suggestions and mind control. Ultimately, invisibility let that wizard-creature retreat into Saventh-Yi. Curses! We’re going to need to make a detailed search of this district to verify that he has indeed retreated.

Which brings us to serpentfolk: The discovery of a live serpentfolk on Smuggler’s Shiv was remarkable – previously they were widely known in Khorvaire as creatures lost to history. But, our discovery of clues that Saventh-Yi could be found again was even more astonishing. That led us to Xen’drik and Tazion and another live creature from out of history. One is a coincidence, two is reality. Then, shortly after arriving at this lost city, we found more bodies and evidence of a long standing feud between the serpentfolk and the charu-kai. Four bodies, led to many more inhabiting this island. Upon closer examination of the serpentfolk warriors corpses shows that they seem to have degenerated into something more primal than what I would expect from a race that once ruled the whole continent and survived the Giants from history. Is this what has become of their once strong race? I suspect there will be many more. The signs and carvings that we have found so far while exploring the area seem to be pointing us in the direction downward, down, below this city where somewhere, I suspect, we will find them – perhaps even a thriving colony!



Finally, a foe worthy of my time and effort. After endless monkeys, my Elysian Bronze gets to drink the blood for which it was forged. The hated enemies of the Azlanti. They’re abominable form slinking back towards the daylight that the gods saw fit to deny them all those centuries ago. I will find them, bring them into the darkness and bind them. Or something like that. That actually reminds me of the message inscribed on a cheap ring I once owned. I wonder where I left it. Oh well, I’m sure it isn’t important now.

We march toward the spear at the center of the island. It’s atop a large building of some sort. Seems important. The serpentfolk slither in the shadows but I cajole my companions to action. This is after all, the only reason for us to be here. Righteous Anger will win the day; the gods demand it. I force my comrades ever forward. They whine of the comforts at camp. I am annoyed, but also sympathetic to the weakness of their flesh. I hope to accelerate the cleansing of this place. I patrol the perimeter of the great spear and call for all challengers. A few interested parties approach, but they are easily cut down. Must be a probe sent my the enemy leaders. I hope now they realize the trouble I intend to bring to them. When dawn breaks, I hope it reveals a sea of serpentfolk massing all around. How I wish the Commander could see me now.


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