Journal of Rollo Lavius 1

Entry #110 - The Chain Devil

(G110 18/03/11 KT - AP, ON(GM), GF, SS)

DAY 21 (2nd Tarsakh) cont...

It was all kicking off down there anyway. Spells were cast at us and another, stronger fighter joined the fray.

Things were touch and go for a moment but we put him down. There was a flaming sphere going about so we ran up the ladder and closed the hatch again.

We waited for it to burn out and healed up. Opening the trap door once more we saw all the bodies laying about except for the tough one who must have crawled away.

The room he had come from was a sort of small barrack. As he'd fled he'd tried to take some of their treasure with him, but their was still a fair amount of silver left.

After a deep breath we tried the next door, which was a cellar store, then the next one that was large and full of rubbish. We noticed another door on the northern side and walked towards it. We were taken completely by surprise by a sort of chain undead being who lashed out at us and badly injured both me and Fenrir.

The others crowded the door to help, but as Fenrir crawled into the corner to heal himself I was left to take its blows as best I could.

I managed to hit it a couple of times and Raya feathered it once or twice but as its chains whipped and lashed at me I reached the bloody stage where I knew one more strike would kill me. Fenrir had hit it with his magic a few times but he too was on his last legs and had already added to Nes's call to flee.

For that moment it was as if time stood still. I knew if I tried to flee it would have a chance to strike me in the back, but I knew if I aimed one more blow with me sword at it - and missed - then it was all over for me too.

As time stretched out I did the only thing I could do really - and struck. The blow hit! It was a strong one but the dreadful ghoul did not go down. This is it I thought as its chains began to coil around me, but at the final second one last well aimed magic bolt from Fenrir caught the thing under the chin and sent it flying away in an exploding cloud of dust.

Now, THAT, had been a really close call and I would say the closest I have come to death since deciding to embark on this new life of adventure.

But we didn't hang around, the final door lead to a small chamber where the sphere of grave mist was and once it was in our possession we proceeded to loot the rest of the tower.

The barrack room had a corridor leading from it that lead to the sewers and from here we found an egress point that was sheltered from view.

Fenrir hired four carts and we gathered up as much of Darwell's possessions as we could, including his glass wear, books and anything else that looked valuable. It's all for a good cause!

Anyway, we had all that delivered to the Ratcatcher's Guild and, it being mid-morning now, went over to Fenrir's flat. I decided to have a snooze in his living room rather than risk sleeping at my place.