(G223 28/11/2014 via Roll20 - AP(GM), JF, Mira, Guru)

(G223 28/11/2014  via Roll20 - AP(GM), JF, Mira, Guru)

DAY 226  (23 Marpenoth)(October) cont...........

It took a while to get everything ship shape again. The boat hadn't suffered to much at the jaws of the
turtle since it had mainly been biting Gurudor. We welcomed Mr B back on board and continued on our way.

As we rowed I took in more of the surrounding lands. I was looking out for beavers but nature seemed to
be pretty sparse on this Plane.

So far I am greatly disliking the place. The Vast Swamp is a dangerous, smelly and unforgiving area.
Add to all that a perpetual night and you have quite the most horrid place I have ever been and I've been
around a lot of pretty nasty places!

It's difficult to tell time here too, but I judged it was about six o'clock in the evening when we all
decided we'd had enough rowing. I found as good a camp site as I could and so here we are. I am writing
this now from the dim light of one of the everburning lanterns.

I've just spent the last two hours looking for beavers, but to no avail and have returned to camp to
eat the last of today's rations. After that I'll get some sleep. Thank Silvanus for my magic bedroll,
as I doubt I'd get any rest in this awful place otherwise.


DAY 227 (24th Marpenoth)(October)

I've come to the conclusion there is no peace to be had in this Plane. Let me here recount today's
adventures.

We arose, ate breakfast and started loading up the boat with our pots and pans. I decided to have
a very quick look around the camp for tracks thinking I would again find nothing.

Instead I happened upon a tall purple skinned humanoid that looked like he had eel in his ancestry.
He was lurking in a bush, perhaps having his morning movement for all I know. He wasn't happy to see
me although I did say 'Excuse me.' and cast some sort of lightning bolt at me.

I repayed this rudeness with a 'Sudden Stalagmite' but this only slowed him down a little. He then
ran at, and stung me. I fell to the ground and slipped into a dreadful nightmare.

The others tell me that they heard my cries and rushed to my aid. Sylvia was first to arrive and
bravely put herself between me and the creature. As Gurudor ran up she cast 'Sanctuary' on me.
Mirabella shot at the nasty fellow from the boat and Sylvia summoned her magic weapon. It managed
a few blows against my friends, but Gurudor slew it with several massive strikes from his two handed
sword.

I was dragged to the boat and dumped onboard. When I awoke we were already casting off from the
shore.
'Did you loot it?', I asked. Sylvia smiled and showed me a big bag of gold.

After rowing on for some time we found that the beacons had lead us to another jetty from which
a path, in its turn, let to a gate house of some gloomy building.

I turned into an eagle and had a fly about, but could not see much except for an empty courtyard
and some roofs. Mirabella had a sneak about as well but came back with a shrug and not much
to report.

Not the stealthiest of fellows, Gurudor rather ruined all our prep-work by stepping up to the
entrance and shouting, 'Is anyone there?!'.

With a sigh, Mira skulked in. Myself and Sylvia followed. There was a set of steps leading
up to another ruin and a heavily overgrown courtyard. Just as Sylvia approached the building
some kind of winged nasty swooped in and attacked her.

I cast 'Avoid Planar Effects' on her and she cast 'Daylight' on Mr B's collar but even then we
couldn't get our eyes on the thing as it flew back into the darkness.

Something then cast 'Ray of Enfeeblement' on Gurudor and Sylvia and they were both so weakened they
could hardly walk in their armour. Sylvia glimpsed something though and cast 'Searing Light'.

I strode through the overgrown courtyard, it was no hindrance to me as a druid, and went through
a hole in the wall. I spotted one down a corridor and cast 'Hypothermia' at it. It tried to get
away but by that time the others arrived and it was slain.