We crept our way through the monastery basement to the garden, which was all dead of course. Statues littered the garden and in the course of investigating the area two suddenly came to life and sprouted wings! Gargoyles. Foul magical things. We fought them, of course. They nearly killed our minion, Rokka. Rokka isn’t the brightest thing, but he means well. Perhaps some day he’ll learn a little self-preservation. After killing the gargoyles we explored the dead garden. One door sealed by ruins like the creepy door inside. Another with meditation sounds coming from behind it… mention of a Marlos Urnralie, who or whatever that is.
The only path left seems to be back through the monastery. Peering through a window we discovered two monks making something foul smelling. It seemed to be some sort of distillery. We found the door leading into it inside. Just then, a guard stepped into the hall! We made short work of him and Ty-Lore donned his outfit. Clever psion, him. Peeking his head into the distillery, he talked the brewers into a little taste… SURPRISE! Ozmataz and I jumped in and kick the crap out of the brewers. Murder is sometimes a necessity. The “rum” they were making is gross, by the way.
Then things got interesting.
We decided to investigate the room across the hall. Well appointed, like an office. Just then, a woman I assume was the abbess wearing an onyx mask and stone bracers came out of the training room we passed earlier. Accompanied by minions, of course. And fight! Ozmataz seemed to be holding his own. I tried, and… she hit me… thrice…
BAM! BAM! BAM! Can’t breath…
Ungh! Gah! Tumbling down steps into garden…
Light fading…
Pain…
Numbing…
So cold…
Blackness…
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*GAAAAAASSSP*
Oh… pain…
Alive… *cough*
Did I die…
*COUGH COUGH* …stand up.
Follow the gray man… can’t resist… corpses everywhere… the abbess is dead… my benefactor needs my services. The monastery much be cleared so that he can continue his work in peace. My hand. What’s wrong with my hand?
