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Present: Felix, James, Sarah, Shane.
Stepped through the portal. Landed on a giant winding scroll of paper. Nothingness to the sides and above. The surface we stood on was scattered with spurting ink blots, flaming letters and crumbled heaps of paper. Xavian said the letters came from the abyssal alphabet.
Three freshly flayed zombies closed on us; they had been men from the village. Ripped into me, afraid of my radiant scimitar which struck them hard. We pushed one over the side; he fell into the emptiness. Moments later he dropped from above back onto the paper floor with us.
Finished off the zombies and crept up the strange scroll. Heavy book floated at the end, the Codex of the Damned. Shar-thom stood there reading from it. Said he'd flay us too, add our skins to the codex to escape from the vault.
Used his magic on Xavian, attacking his face. We struck back, Xavian, Kal and myself pinning him against the edge of the scroll. Unable to shoot magic at us, Shar-thom jumped over the edge. Before he fell back onto its surface, I shouted to quickly grab the floating codex, the source of this power. We ran back down the scroll, passing it to Eli. Shar-thom returned to see our warlock summon a giant fiery hand and throw the book back through the portal.
He was enraged, but weakened a little. We traded blows, wore each other down. My healing powers were exhausted. We used our healing bells and potions, and the vitality potion Xavian found. Xavian was still knocked down and nearly killed. Eli landed the final blow, not a moment too soon!
Returned through the portal. Performed the ritual on the codex, wrote a prayer from the book we found using the magical liquid and quill. Vaults fell quiet, background whispering of ghosts and zombies stopped. Slept another night in the safe room with our rescued guard to recover our strength before heading out.
Headed out of the vaults. Emerged to find the trench covered. Villagers had set a trap. Someone shouted quickly not to set it off over our heads.
Spoke to the priestess and the village major. Both were very grateful. There were celebrations in our honour. Lots of food. Kal ate a whole goat.
Greta wrote us a letter to take to the Patriarch in Threshold. We asked to keep the dragon hide prophecy, to sell to recoup our costs. We'd used a lot of potions up in the vault. Greta agreed to reimburse us instead to keep the item within the church.
Reported back to Halaran and delivered Greta's letter. He invited us to one of his dinners in two days time, said he'd get back to us about a reward.
The Patriarch's dinner was attended by the usual selection of Threshold's nobles. For our rewards he opened the town vaults, allowing us to choose a magical item we could each use. The church also promised us two thousand gold's worth of items, whether we needed more healing bells or curses now or in the future.
Much less desirable, he insisted we pose for a sculptor who'd been commissioned to craft busts of us to go in St Yaleford's Church once rebuilt.
Met Finston at the dinner. The gnome had business reasons for returning to Highforge soon and invited us to go with him. I was delighted at the offer and the others agreed. We were going to visit the gnomes!