- Markshire PCs:
We made our way through the door and found ourselves in a huge chamber with corridors branchinâ€™ outta it, leadinâ€™ every which way. I was more interested in a big round couch sittinâ€™ in the middle oâ€™ the room what had pretty red velvet slipcovers, and thinkinâ€™ I could snip off a few pieces and make a nice gown fer meself!
While the boys was standinâ€™ there debatinâ€™ which corridor to search, a horde oâ€™ Amal Viziers what was hidinâ€™ somewhere, leaped out at us and began slashinâ€™ away, tryinâ€™ ta drive us back to where weâ€™d come from!
I think theyâ€™s cousins oâ€™ Amal Slavers except much more brawny and powerful and before I could say Odinâ€™s apples, things went black again, and when I regained con . . . uh, finally opened me eyes, Garm was starinâ€™ down at me with a big smirk on his face! Oh geez!
Anyways, the boys musta finished off the Amal Visiers, â€˜cause I felt somethinâ€™ tugginâ€™ on me again and shortly after, I was back in the chamber, with them standinâ€™ â€˜round me, grumblinâ€™ about somethinâ€™. I ainâ€™t sure exactly what, and I could be wrong cause me ears was still ringinâ€™ from the blows I took on me head, ya know?
It sounded like they was complaininâ€™ â€˜bout Raise Dead Scrolls beinâ€™ expensive, and I should be spendinâ€™ my time preparinâ€™ for what might be lurkinâ€™ behind a door or around a corner, waitinâ€™ ta jump out and beat me silly instead oâ€™ worrying â€˜bout red velvet slipcovers! Well oh geez, ainâ€™t that somethinâ€™! Raise Dead Scrolls is expensive!
Let me ask ya? How many times have ya seen a man go out and spend a small fortune without blinkinâ€™ an eye, on a useless old war axe with the blade all rusty, chipped and bent and the bindinâ€™ rotted and hanginâ€™ off oâ€™ it? Important to him because some famous dwarf swung it in a battle hundreds oâ€™ years ago what nobody remembers anyways?
Then you stand there watchinâ€™ him destroyinâ€™ the wall above your mantle, poundinâ€™ iron spikes into it soâ€™s he can hang the damn thing up? Oh he ain’t gonna use the damn axe . . . he just want’s ta look at it! Then he plops himself in a big chair in front oâ€™ the fire, along with his friends, all oâ€™ â€˜em just starinâ€™ at it with really dumb looks on their faces! And all the while youâ€™re slavinâ€™ away in the kitchen, tryinâ€™ ta fix them a nice meal! Oh, the nerve of â€˜em!
Well, weâ€™ll see how quick Iâ€™ll be pullinâ€™ out my scrolls if one oâ€™ them gets in a fix! Anyways, they give me a minute to recover me senses, and on we went, searchinâ€™ all the halls connected to the chamber, and carefully openinâ€™ all the doors we could, hopinâ€™ we was gettinâ€™ close to findinâ€™ the seeds Franklin was needinâ€™ and wishinâ€™ Port had come along with us, cause heâ€™s always good at findinâ€™ stuff.
Along the way, we run into a room full oâ€™ wyrmling blue dragons, and further on, some Korns, and even Ghak made an appearance, now and then, doinâ€™ his best to torment us. There were some other evil things too, lurkinâ€™ about what I ainâ€™t knowinâ€™ the names of. All oâ€™ them doinâ€™ their very best to murder the lot oâ€™ us! With Walis and Bel and Voran up front, we ainâ€™t had much oâ€™ a problem choppinâ€™ our way through â€˜em.
Me and Walis cought up to Ghak and put him down again, and we ainâ€™t seen no more oâ€™ him the rest oâ€™ the night. And by the way, Korns is the strangest lookinâ€™ things Iâ€™ve ever seen! First off, they ainâ€™t got no body, just a big round head with stalks, stickinâ€™ outta it fer arms and legs! And where a personâ€™s belly would normally be, theyâ€™s got massive bulginâ€™eyes stickinâ€™ out! And instead oâ€™ hair, theyâ€™s got a large gapinâ€™ mouth sittinâ€™ right on the top oâ€™ their head!
We kept up our search and managed to find a trap door in the floor. When we climbed down . . . oh geez! Well we ainâ€™t found Frankieâ€™s seeds yet, but we sure as hel found somethinâ€™ else!
Weâ€™d just dropped down into the real Lost City oâ€™ Arik! Not that shabby collection oâ€™ huts and hovels and Temples sittinâ€™ hundreds oâ€™ feet above us half buried in the ice and snow, Nope! This was the true city!
Hidden under tons of rock, its streets thick with dust, the echo of human footsteps not heard on its cobblestones for ages!
The real Arik now stretched out before us! Residence after residence towering above us! All of them built from stone! Some large enough to house a hundred! Shops lining the streets! And the avenues as wide as any youâ€™d find in Stonemark! Mayhap even wider! Oh geez!