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Well gettinâ€™ back to last Friday, like I said, we all set off to Arik again, in search oâ€™ the seed Frankie the frog was needinâ€™. I think the travelinâ€™ magic in Barrelgoreâ€™s kitchen musta wore off, â€˜cause Bel, Durok, Walis, Voran and me and Durok had ta take the express wagon again, what leaves Foothold every few minutes or so, ta get to Balâ€™ynaz.
Sun-Ok and Monty wasnâ€™t able ta squeeze on with us, but they took the very next wagon and soon the bunch oâ€™ us was hikinâ€™ our way across the desert and on to the lost city.
Thrym musta been takinâ€™ a nap, or he ainâ€™t seen us, â€˜cause he ainâ€™t dropped nothinâ€™ outta the sky ta try and murder us. We made our way through the gate and before long the bunch oâ€™ us was standinâ€™ in front oâ€™ a stone ramp with two big iron doors what was locked up tight on either side oâ€™ it.
On a platform at the top oâ€™ the ramp was sittinâ€™ a statue oâ€™ huge dragon, with his wings spread out, as if he was gonna take off and fly away any moment. Sun-Ok made her way up the ramp with a crown what she took out from her pack, and stuck it somewhere on the dragon statue. I ainâ€™t sure where she placed itâ€˜cause Bel was blockinâ€™ my view.
Then she stepped back a bit, and oh geez, the tumblers in the lock on the left hand door started whirrinâ€™ and grindinâ€™ and clankinâ€™ and soundinâ€™ as if they hadnâ€™t been used in a thousand years! Ever so slowly, the door creaked open; with stale fetid air now shootinâ€™ out oâ€™ the crackâ€™ with a hiss from where it had been imprisoned for god knows how long.
And there it was! Weâ€™d found a way down into the depths that lay below the lost city oâ€™ Arik! Mayhap Frankieâ€™s seeds were down there too.
Tâ€™was at that moment, Ghak, who is a troll, who was slinkinâ€™ along behind us all the while without us knowinâ€™ it, chose ta pop out from where he was hidinâ€™ bellowinâ€™ with evil laughter, yellinâ€™ at Monty, tellinâ€™ him he was sittinâ€™ right next to him in the wagon what took him and Sun-Ok to the dwarf city!
Monty couldnâ€™t see him in the wagon â€˜cause Ghak kept drinkinâ€™ invisible potions for the whole trip! Then he stepped close, whacked poor Monty, who was standinâ€™ there, his mouth half open in surprise, right on top oâ€™ his head! Oh Geez! Well oâ€™ course, straight off, we all came to Montyâ€™s aid, ya know? We put Ghak down right quick but that wasnâ€™t enough fer Monty.
He . . . well, uh, ya see, like I said, Ghak fell quick. The troll was just layinâ€™ flat on his back, leakinâ€™ blood from a hundred places, moaninâ€™ and groaninâ€™ with his eyes rolled back in his head and we was kinda done with him, ya know? But Monty wasnâ€™t and he forgot all about his magic and started beatinâ€™ away on Ghak with his staff! And spittinâ€™ on him too!
All the while, screaminâ€™ and cursinâ€™ at the troll! Oh geez! I ainâ€™t never heard anyone use language like that ever, except mayhap fer Sar! Then Monty hops up on Ghakâ€™s chest and begins ta jump up and down on him with his eyes shut tight, his fists clenched up into little balls, while still screechinâ€™ away at the troll who ainâ€™t heard or felt nothinâ€™ cause he was unconscious, ya know?
Oh geez! We could hear Ghakâ€™s ribs snappinâ€™ and cracklinâ€™ and poppinâ€™ and air wooshin’ outta his lungs each time Monty landed! Finally we had ta drag Monty off oâ€™ the troll, and hold onto him tight till he calmed down and stopped shakinâ€™ with anger! Oh geez, Monty hates that troll!
Anyways, we left Ghak outside layinâ€™ there bleedinâ€™ and dyinâ€™ and the rest oâ€™ us stepped through the doorway what Sun-Ok had unlocked a few minutes before, with the crown. We wasnâ€™t more then a few paces inside, when the whole place started shakinâ€™ and huge pointy stones started risenâ€™ up outta the ground all around us!
The shakinâ€™ stopped, and whoâ€™s standinâ€™ there between the stones, but Lady Kaldt with a big smile on her face, her hair done up, lookinâ€™ all neat and spiffy in a light blue and white full length gown what Iâ€™m sure she ainâ€™t bought in Stonemark! Sheâ€™s a Valkyrie in case anyone donâ€™t know that.
Well she tells us sheâ€™s aware oâ€™ the Grippoli plight, and how weâ€™s tryinâ€™ hard ta help them and whatever we does for them will be good fer the forest. But thereâ€™s another one whatâ€™s needinâ€™ our help and his name is Opinvu. Oh geez! Another one needinâ€™ our help!
It seems heâ€™sâ€™ been doinâ€™ research fer a book heâ€™s writinâ€™ â€˜bout the fall oâ€™ Gastlynk, or somethinâ€™ like that. Now heâ€™s layinâ€™ low somewhere in that city and canâ€™t find a way ta get out â€˜cause the Titanâ€™s minions know heâ€™s there and now theyâ€™s out and about, lookinâ€™ fer him, and theyâ€™ll skin him alive if they finds him! Well, Bel and Monty knows Opinvu quite well and I met him once or twice.
He seems like a nice enough chap with always a ring or an amulet for sale, and a funny thing to say, so we told the Lady Keldt weâ€™d do our best to rescue him. She thanked us, then the ground started its shakinâ€™ and the pointy stones came out again, and Keldt was gone.
There was some talk between the men â€˜bout whether we oughta split up, with half oâ€™ them goinâ€™ off to rescue Opinvu and the rest oâ€™ us pushinâ€™ on in search oâ€™ the seeds Frank was needinâ€™. In the end we decided to stay together and keep searchinâ€™ for the seeds.
We turned and started down into the darkness and mystery and danger, and only Odin was knowinâ€™ what else was waitinâ€™ fer us, deep below this lost city of Arik.