The blasted metal man-things don’t want to stay down! Their terrible saw hands try to revive themselves. No matter, Tremor made short work of them.
Doors led south and north. Both locked. The tough not-paper cards we’ve been finding seem to magically unlock the southern portal… stairs down and another of the infernal magic looking glasses that litter this maze of metal caverns. Once again the visage of our nemesis, Hellion, appeared and laughed as fog poured out of the looking glass, acid fog. After a mis-swing, my trusted Tremor made short work of the glass but not before the staircase filled with the foul, burning miasma. My companion, Jacques, and I charged down the stairs. With no apparent end to the staircase and other dangers still awaited above. We retreated.
The door to the north opened to a small room with double doors to both the east and west, with rubble where the northern wall once stood. More magic looking glasses! Damn them all!! Unfortunately, the magics emitted from the glass had some effect on Jacques. No matter, the smashing commenced and I and our other companions, Kelmaa and Tenlow made short work of the things. In the center of the room stood four narrow pillars of small cylinders glowing with a eerie purple light. After I briefly flirted with taking the Tremor to the devices and thinking better of it, some discernment by our party’s sharper wits determined the pillars to be rechargers for the stranger magical devices we’ve found in our travels in Numeria. Some discussion ensued and Jacques decided bombs were probably the best course of action. I, for one, agreed completely.
After finding cover, the device that my beret-wearing pal deftly threw into the room burst in a veritable lightning storm. The pillars responded by building to a spectacular explosion… an explosion that clearly shook the foundations of Scrapwall in addition to wiping out many walls that had blocked our path forward. We sallied forth!
With the walls and doors gone, a platform was revealed protruding over a gray liquid-ish mass below. Suddenly, a tendril extended from the mass wrapping itself around me and pulling me below into its acidic form! Flying into a rage, I broke the hold of that foul ooze by driving Tremor into it and then distended my arms pulling myself to safety on the platform above. Dodging more viscous tendrils, I struck blow after blow infusing each with an elemental assault until finally, bitter cold found its mark, shattering the ooze. Yet another foe vanquished!
Calm descended on the scene. We made our way to another unexplored door, quickly unlocked its magic lock with a not-paper card and found a sleeping chamber within… and more of the damned looking glasses!! These got… me… uh. Wait. *scratch scratch scratch* Yeah. Um… me not feel so, um, wake wake. Thinky bits not work good and me not good at talk talk so much now. Smash smash good though! Smash smash GREAT!! Looky glass go bye-bye. Friends look for thingies. HI FRIENDS!! Hahaha. Me rest now…
Oh, that’s better. Infernal looking glasses and their magics! In my magically-induced dullardry, my companions found a journal in Orcish. Hellion apparently seeks to destroy “the source” under Silvermount. What this “source” is, is no matter to me. Hellion will not live to accomplish his task if we have any say in the matter.
Our team moved on to the staircase from the beginning of my tale. The acid fog had cleared. We descended to a landing where two more of the looking glasses awaited. Hellion’s laughter boomed from both as I took Tremor to them! Once smashed, echoes of the laughter reverberated up from the passage below. More looking glasses and dangers clearly await along with the foul demon. A drink and a whore are well overdue but will be a welcome sight after we destroy the wretch.