This life of adventuring is both exciting and tiring.
After we returned to the shanty town, leaving behind the pit beast and the cult, some of the party decided to take life easy and stay in town. The rest of us got ourselves embroiled in something new already.
We arrived in the shanty town and decided we'd travel into the city proper. We bought passes to enter and as we made our way down a central boulevard we heard squawking and shouting. The crush of the crowd surged and pushed us to the edge of the road as a dozen men can racing past us on large birds. None of us knew what was happening but we quickly heard both cheers and curses. As the dust still hung in the air a crier shouted out odds and took bets on the race, just as a squad of guards scrambled out of a building and gave pursuit to the disruptive racers.
With so much going on around us, all of it new, we stood around like a bunch of onlookers and as the excitement died down we just continued walking on into the center of town.
When we finally reached a central plaza we looked around and decided on splitting up for an easy evening. We planned on meeting together at an Inn and collecting ourselves then.
I don't know what the others got up to, but when we later got back together I see Sigorn is wearing the strangest new hat, he says it's part of his new faith, and some of the others are talking about talking plants and talking statues and mystic seers.
Amidst our talking we heard there was some treasure we might find in the ancient burial tombs. Seems like the whole town is fine with grave robbers snooping around these ancient burial mounds. I'm thinking the city stopped burying their dead there long long ago, now it's just a place that people talk about but everyone seems to recommend avoiding.
When we was talking about it, both Searos and Sigorn were strongly in favor of going there, but they didn't explain why. Sigorn was adamant, but didn't even tell us what he'd heard we might find for treasure, he just really wanted to go. Searos was the oddest. He was skeptical of Sigorn's enthusiasm, but at the same time was enthusiastic himself.
Well, with some of us equally divided between going to the ancient burial mounds and somewhere else, and a few of us being really set on going to the mounds, we've decided in favor of the mounds. When we toasted our new adventure and hoisted our drinks to the glory we'd find at the mounds, all other patrons of the inn turned and looked at us. The looks on their faces was all mixed. No one seemed eager at our cries of wealth and fortune, some shook their heads, cast glances at us and muttered to their companions. Another pair both upended the contents of their mugs on the floor and set them down on the table upside down, leaned back, folded their arms, and made satisfied grunting sounds with grim determined looks on their faces. All of this was the oddest reaction we've had to our band announcing our impending adventures.
Maybe the inn back in the shanty town is the best place to speak of adventures, there a man get's cheered for his tenacity and his group becomes renowned for their exploits. Here, they'd just as soon forget us.
I haven't written for a few days.
Twice we've been up to the mounds and twice we've come back to town.
I feel like a ghost has followed me all the way back. I think he's watching my now.
The first time we went up there we were snooping around and a bunch of crazy townsfolk attacked us. We beat them back easily, but still we felt shaken by the experience.
Something felt really wrong about looking in the mounds, but I just shrugged and brushed the feelings aside. Enough people back in town said they'd buy anything we found of worth, so I'm sure the locals don't mind us poking around up here, so it's not guilt at grave robbing I feel.
I just don't know.
The second time we came up a large black monster can and attacked us. It had 4 legs with two arms that had claws to grab with, and a tail as sharp as a sword that would strike out. As quick as lightning the beast attacked us. It grabbed and stabbed at Rocky but it's blows were easily deflected. Mort, seeing the beast to be mighty strong, turned to get out of it's reach, only to be instantly set upon by the creature. Again with lightning speed and precision it struck a wicked blow to Mort, nearly taking off his head. If Mort wasn't a healer I'd venture he would have died on the spot. As it is, he only looks half dead now.
We all set to, pounding on it's armoured body, but it was so strong we barely seemed to bother it. Except Searos. He coolly drew bead with his bow and arrow and stuck the creature with one shot, then walked right up and stuck it with his short sword. Twice he slashed and stabbed into it, finding weaknesses in the beast's body.
Just as Searos had the beast heavily wounded, and it turned to run, Rocky took a mighty swing with his hammer and crushed down on the beasts head. Sundering the bone with a loud crack and a spray of monster blood spewed from the head in a big splash, getting all over Sigorn, Rocky and Searos.
With the creature vanquished, we stopped to take a look around again.
We see before us an archway that has a darkness to it, thicker than the dead of night. It being the middle of the day and rainy, this darkness sets itself apart.
We cautiously take a look inside, with Rocky leading the way, holding a torch tied to a pole. Inside we find a large open room, with four pillars in the center, and a hole in the floor with a tripod over the hole, suspending a rope down inside.
We judged the depth of the hold to be rather shall after we tossed in some bone scraps we found nearby.
Again that feeling of unease touched us.
We all decided quickly and easily that we might like to go back to town to rest, it's not even barely midday, but a tiredness invades me. As we walk back to town, I realize something important. I can't trust anyone.
Everyone around me wants to steal my shoes.
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