- Markshire PCs:
We was uneasy â€˜bout the trip weâ€™d be havinâ€™ to make through Zairat pass â€˜cause like the Timeless Desert, these mountains belongs to Thrym and he donâ€™t like nobody strollinâ€™ around in â€˜em.
Before long we reached the gates oâ€™ the Cyclops camp and made our way to the cave they stays in when the weather turns bad. We ainâ€™t seen no ‘one eyes’ inside . . . they all must oâ€™ been out huntinâ€™ or somethin. But before they left, they set powerful traps â€˜round the mouth oâ€™ the cave, what Sun-Ok had to disarm before we could move on.
Shortly after she cleared the traps we found a rope what was layinâ€™ by the edge oâ€™ an outcroppinâ€™ and we used it to climb down into the place below, where the vipers lived.
The snakes ainâ€™t give us much oâ€™ a problem and it wasnâ€™t long before weâ€™d killed the lot oâ€™ â€˜em and began searchinâ€™ for the opening in the floor what would lead us to the cavern what the tree oâ€™ shaftinâ€™ was growinâ€™ up out of.
We turned a corner and oh geez! Standinâ€™ there, bold as brass was Voran, who weâ€™d left in the Dragon Inn, kneelinâ€™ on the floor twaddlinâ€™ away in some strange tongue! Now I ask ya? How the hel could he have gotten here ahead oâ€™ us! And how the hel did he even know where we was goinâ€™?
He uttered a few words and although the voice was Voranâ€™s, the words he spoke was icy, cruel and brutal and Voran donâ€™t speak like that at all. So we knew straight off the thing standinâ€™ there in front oâ€™ us was not the real Voran.
The imposter, sensinâ€™ we was onto his deception, lashed out at us with his rapiers. There was a short struggle, we triumphed and sent whatever it was imper . . . imperso . . . uh, pretendinâ€™ to be Voran off to Garm!
Shortly after, the real Voran came runninâ€™ up to us, huffinâ€™ and puffinâ€™ apologizingâ€™ for beinâ€™ so late in joininâ€™ us! Barrelgore had told him where we was goinâ€™ and heâ€™d run all the way as fast as he could, afraid heâ€™d be missinâ€™ somethinâ€™!
Awhile later, we found the hole in the floor we was lookinâ€™ fer, and down we went, thinkinâ€™ it led into the cavern close to the spot where the shaftinâ€™treeâ€™s roots was anchored into the soil.
Oh geez! Instead, we found ourselves in a place called the Dreamscape Desert! A pleasent little valley it was! We could see it was bounded by mountains on every side. The land around us was sandy and smooth and the sky overhead was clear, with a bright sun shininâ€™ down on us warmin’ our backs! At first, the place looked rather peaceful. But . . . nothinâ€™ is ever peaceful fer long in Markshire.
We hadnâ€™t walked twenty or thirty paces when we was assaulted by . . . uh, well, by us! Yup! And we was tough! I mean, they was tough? Well, I ainâ€™t minded much â€˜bout thumpinâ€™ some oâ€™ the men in me party, ya know? Sometimes a good wallopâ€™ll do a man some good. Especially Walis!
But I couldnâ€™t bring myself to go about choppinâ€™ another Keli into little bits and sendinâ€™ her to Garm. But she ainâ€™t had no qualms about hittinâ€™ me at all â€˜cause, oh geez, she whacked me good and sent me to see him instead! Iâ€™m tellinâ€™ ya the truth!
Anyways, while weâ€™s all goinâ€™ about hackinâ€™ away at each other, Iâ€™m hearinâ€™ a buzzin in my ear, â€œDESTROY THE CRYSTALS! DESTROY THE CRYSTALS!â€, and on and on like that. Iâ€™ll tell ya, when you gets a message in yer ear cominâ€™ from god knows where, youâ€™d better be doinâ€™ just what itâ€™s tellin”â€™ ya to do and not be askinâ€™ any questions!
So in between killinâ€™ ourselves, now weâ€™s havinâ€™ ta run all over the place lookinâ€™ fer crystals what weâ€™s gotta shatter, and only Odin knows the reason why! We was all gettinâ€™ the same message about the crystals, and while we was killinâ€™ our counterparts we also managed to look for and find all the crystals and smash â€˜em into little bits. Pretty blue crystals they was!
It took awhile, but we also delt with those oâ€™ us who wasnâ€™t really in our party, if ya knows what I mean!
None oâ€™ us was wantinâ€™ to be here no more and in a short time we found the place weâ€™d came down from and back up we went. â€˜Cept when when we climbed up, it wasnâ€™t into the ice cave full oâ€™ vipers. Weâ€™d climbed into the cavern what Frankieâ€™sâ€™ tree oâ€™ shaftinâ€™ was stickinâ€™ up out of!
But we ainâ€™t got too far in when somehow, we all got stuck in here and no matter how hard we try, we ainâ€™t been able to get out oâ€™ this damn place!
Me and Sun-Ok is sharinâ€™ a little corner on one end oâ€™ the corridor while the boys is down at the other end. And . . . when they sleep it sounds like thereâ€™s elevendy six wagons drivinâ€™ really fast over cobblestones, â€˜cause they snores! And . . . when they sleep they takes off their boots, and their feet stink somethinâ€™ awful! And . . . if I donâ€™t get out oâ€™ this place soon . . . . Iâ€™m sure Iâ€™m gonna go loony!