Entry #396 - The Ruins in the FAMP

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(G396 05/10/2019 via Roll20 - AP, JF(GM)) WA59

DAY 457 (3rd Kythorn)(June) cont ...

It was hard to keep track of time in the Plane of Shadow, let alone the FAMP, but Fenrir judged it to be late in the afternoon when they entered the portal again. With cloth masks and goggles to keep the dust out of their faces they began to explore a little around the portal.

It was a broken landscape, very hard to traverse. Cliffs and crevasses were everywhere. There way was constantly blocked either by a sheer rock wall, piles of scree, or drop offs into darkness.

They followed a cliff around for a few hundred metres until they saw the jagged outline of some ruins on the horizon in the distance. They could just make out the flickering light of the portal behind them.

Veddice used Stone Shape to create a 10ft stone pillar to act as a marker and they continued through the storm. In the distance they could hear rock falls, as stones and boulders fell from higher places and tumbled down the scree slopes.

Eventually they cautiously entered the ruins, that offered some small shelter from the wind. Here they were attacked by undead, creatures that I will here name as 'hexrot zombies' and 'ash ghosts'.

Veddic made short work of them though, turning or destroying most of them. What he didn't get, Fenrir destroyed with his eldritch blasts. There was work for Milo too as there were chests in some of the rooms, containing treasure and 'shards' which were the equivalent of scrolls on this plane.

The found a set of steps that lead down into a dungeon area and here they fought an 'ash morgh', but again the undead creature was no match for Veddic.

They had more trouble with two 'black horrors'. As best I can make out these were  like black puddings but a bit more tentacly.

As they continued exploring they found a room that seemed to have a little girl weeping in the corner. What in all that was good and natural, they wondered, was such a one as her doing in a place like this?

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