Reflections Outside the Dark Chamber – Session 1
[The party arrives at the dark barrier]
What is this, a wall of darkness! Well, at least it doesn’t seem to be corresive or anything. At the very least, it isn’t to the dwarf. He’s going to go around and check it out.
My gosh! Oh how strange things happen. And right now, they seem to be happening to me.
So where did this begin again? I haven’t really thought of it, although I have had a long time. Those hallways were long. Still I was walking then. And right now, I’m waiting, only hearing of some markings on the wall being called out. Hear! There’s another one.
Well, I guess I should sort things through now. Let’s see…
Somewhere in between celebrating in Cheese land and trying to find that random guy, I, with others, was attacked. That in itself isn’t so, strange, however. After all, I’m sure plenty of people have this happen to them all the time. It would have made a great story, I suppose, if we had been one of those few groups who overcome the countless odds and killed the whole hoard of them. But we were not. Unfortunately, like so many others, the hidden arrows flew and hit their marks, and we collapsed to the ground, dying.
But here is where the story is branches from that common root. Instead of being left on the roadside to perish, we must have been dragged into some dark room. And then healed or something, but still left poisoned. Because, when I found myself waking up, wozy-headed, but otherwise okay.
I suppose I might be dead. But I don’t feel dead. So I don’t think I am. So I am not.
Anyway, I was in the dark room, and there were others there. Tinka was there, as well. I don’t know what happened to the others from my group, but hopefully they are okay. They not in the room, and that is all I know. There were also some random others in this room. There was a dwarf, who, when we got to the battlement, killed /a mon/ster with /his strength, and then there’s this halfling, who is practically dead right now (assuming, of course, we are all still alive in the first place), who in soft silence slew. There’s also this little fairy thing, who has thrown snowballs, but that’s about it. Oh, he also has not given back my javelin. But anyway, there is also, of course, me, and Tinka, and him.
Him being Varish, and not Aiith. And Varish being the brother of Aiith. Now this brother Varish, it so happens, wants to hear news of this other brother who, it so happens, is DEAD!!! And Varish kind of hinted he might do something damaging to the rest of us if we (Tinka and I) told him the truth. So yeah.
Still, I told him most of the truth. I’d already started writing it, so I think I did a pretty good job. Although I improvised a bit, considering the audience. But, I kind of left off the ending. Actually, I didn’t “kind of” leave it off, I left it off completely.
The dwarf is back, he didn’t find anything besides the knobs. He’s going back in straight, waving that orc’s weapon in front of him. I wonder what kind of room this is, and why it was made to be dark. It probably has some cool history.
Too bad I don’t know its story. But as to the story I do know, I’m not quite sure when I want to tell Varish the ending. Scratch that, I know exactly when I want to tell him- NEVER! Unfortunately, he has a right to know. And even if he did not, I know I would want to know this news, if it was for my quest.
[A period of silent thought on her own quest (see bio)]
[Kyra realizes she has been in thought a long time, and has not heard the voice of one person in particular]
Huh? Where’s that dwarf? He did not spend that much time in the room before. What happened?
[a conversation between those outside the room, ending with Varish going in after the missing member]
Well, there’s another gone. Hopefully, neither of them for good. I am left with Tinka, the injured halfling, and the fairy, who is playing with an ice ball or something. I am to care for the halfling, whom Varish seems to be particularly close to (were they in like a like manner to mine, brought here together?). And, if there is one thing I do not want it is for Varish to loose another one he loves. Goodness knows one is more than enough! I shall try to make this one as comfortable as I can, while we wait.
But, if this one dies, it should not only be bad for Varish, but for me. You see, I don’t have the exactly perfect record in taking care of people. Aiith, however, was not my fault. Pete, however, was. I was supposed to be protecting him, said the others. After all, I had convinced them it would be okay if he came along. But then, he ended up dying. No one really blamed me, because he had insisted on being with those who would help set the bomb… But still, I would start feeling really bad if this happened again. One death, after all, is more than enough. More than enough for anyone involved.
[Kyra thinks of those having been lost, and sits with halfling]
Hmm… Speaking of death, Varish and the dwarf have yet to return. I suppose, since the other three ends to this tunnel are either filled with a danger the four of us cannot face or lead to nowhere, we must try to continue on the way through this unknown thing. I shall talk to the fairy.
[a conversation between Kyra and Vere]
Well, the fairy’s in, and with it, my spear. I hope that there is no danger within, for I would rather not have them die in darkness, or without, because I don’t have anything to defend us with. These rocks, I suppose, will do.
Yes, it seems good enough. You know, I’d say I’m pretty good at throwing rocks. I manage to hit and hurt the things I hit half the time, which is better than some people. And I do not trip over rocks I throw. Yes, I’m pretty good at throwing rocks. Or at least, I have just managed to be extremely lucky. Either way, I’ll take it. As long as it keeps me alive. Although, looking competent is not bad either…
Strange, how I cannot hear the rock I threw land in the darkness. Actually, it is kind of strange that we have not heard anything from there. Oh gosh, I hope they are all alright. I also hope my rock did not hit anyone… Not that it would really hurt the or anything. I’m not that good. I wish I was. It would be pretty cool. To be a hero that everyone else writes about. Except… I’d be the first to write about me. The first to spread a new tale that will be told for the children of all ages. Listen, and you will hear the story of Kyra…
But that is not to be. It is a shame, but I was not born to be so great. But I’ll take the greatness I can, that is, even if my name gets buried in the dust of centuries, at least the song I write now shall be sung for ages.
Unless I die now. My gosh! Where are those people? Oh look! Speak and it shall happen, the fairy has returned, but by himself…
[Conversation between those outside. A decision is made to form a chain. Vere enters halfway, Kyra discovers she cannot pull him back. Vere then continues to enter the darkened room. Those remaining outside converse. An arrow is stuck half-way through by Kyra, then is pulled through by something.]
They are alive. Or something is, something that can pull. But I think it is them. I hope so, for I doubt the three of us who remain can do anything. I wonder what is going on in there. If it were not for this halfling, I’d be tempted to peek. This suspense seems almost worse a fate than death. Although… I do not know. I have not died, yet. Unless I’m dead already but I don’t think I am.
Oh! What light is this that now shines from the room! Look! They are all there, alive and well!
Reflections Before Sleep – Session 2
There is so much to consider since the last time I have had to think. And now that we have spent a whole day together, or something like that, I suppose I can better reflect on these my companions.
First, there’s little blue-ball. When we entered the Gold room (how could we help it? It was gold!), he did not even go into the room with us, but waited outside, and apparently talked to the white mouse. And then, after pretty much everyone was knocked out, and after all the skeletons were killed, then he decided to show up. And he healed those whom he could. Anyway, although I could applaud him for being able to avoid the beautiful trap, I do wonder why he didn’t cure the halfling earlier. I mean, for goodness’ sakes, she had been bleeding like crazy since the orcs! I have decided I dislike him. But not because of this, but because he said I hurt him when I did no such thing… Well, I did leave him to the mercy of the others, but they were not going to kill him, so it was okay. But I so did not help them. But he thinks I did. So we both don’t like each other right now.
Anyway, there is also, of course, Tinka. She’s pretty much the same since last time, but now she has a pretty dress! And it changes colors! All sorts of colors! It’s so cool! She also, when we were fighting the skeleton, managed to make herself disappear once, and then tried to do it to me, too, but all I got were white spots. Luckily, they went away soon. But anyway, besides that, Tinka still is pretty awesome because she helped me get a bunch of gold.
You see… After we had killed all the skeletons, we were able to look in this chest and there was lots of gold. Unfortunately, we could not take it all with us because we did not have enough containers. So we took what we could, and went to this place where there was this merchant. Except… he was not really there (more on that later, too). Anyway, after we bought some potions to heal people, and Varish woke up the halfling, I made the suggestion to go and get the rest of the gold. And trouble happened.
You see, since each of us only had containers for fifty gold, we decided to leave the gold with someone here while the rest of us went to get what remained. Someone suggested we leave it with the dwarf, but then blue-face (who, remember, has not helped us at all while the dwarf is doing everything) has the nerve to insult the dwarf, and then they all started fighting, except Tinka and I. Anyway, this looked like it was going to take a while, so I gave my gold to Tinka and went to get the rest for myself. I made a makeshift bag to carry it all, tying corners with bed sheets. Originally, I was going to share, but the others were too busy to help be get any. So I did not give any to any of them, except Tinka.
Anyway, on to the dwarf. His name is Drekk. He is definitely cool. He was pretty much that made sure we did not all die in the skeleton place. Remember how I said lots of people became unconscious in the skeleton room? Well, pretty much, it was just Drekk, Tinka, and I left- scratch that, we were the only ones left! Anyway, he kept hitting them and hitting them, while Tinka was trying to help stop the others from bleeding anymore (because blue-ball was missing), and I was trying to bash the skeletons with bones. But I wasn’t that good at it. I have discovered that rocks are much more easier to throw then bones are to whack things with. But anyway, Drekk managed to save both of us, bleeding though he was. And then, he opened up the chest in the room, and got knocked out. I managed to stop him from bleeding, though. It was good. The only bad thing, though, is that the merchant sort-of-here-not-here guy did not seem to like him. I wonder why…
Oh, a little about the merchant guy. He’s gone now, presently, and he’s actually been gone for a long time. How to phrase this… Hmm… Something happened a long time ago, I think, that made this time overlap with a certain time there. Whatever it is caused it to stick in such a way that the merchant’s pet mouse ended up not dying after a normal life span. Anyway, it was really weird when we bought things. First of all, it was some sort of festival, so it was hard to get things weapon related. But I did manage to get a bunch of potions, and at a good price, too. Apparently, I was very pretty (which I am, but it always feels good when others notice) and I’m a good barterer. But anyway, here was the really weird thing. As I said before, it seemed like his time overlapped with ours. And so he said he saw us, but he did not see our clothes: he saw what they were at that time! All the twigs, cotton, and such! It was weird. Another weird thing: when Tinka and the halfling got the lantern, they saw him with a women, and then they saw him die. That’s the second woman we have seen so far, the other being in the dark room.
But anyway, on to the others who actually compose our party: of the two left, I’ll start with the halfling. She’s okay, I guess, but I have not really seen her do or say that much. After all, she was almost dead all today, although she did manage to stay alive for longer than I thought she would with the skeletons. She is a surprise, and shall be, I suppose.
Now on to Varish. His name should probably be Varnish. I mean, he took the credit for filling the halfling’s money bag, when I totally did! I don’t know exactly what is on the inside, but I am starting to feel he will lie about anything just to make himself seem favorable to people. But I let him do it, because he really seems to impress the halfling. You know, the one he really care for. And since I have the news about the other one he cares for… Uuuughhh… What am I going to do about that? He almost died today, and if he dies before I could tell him… I’d feel really bad. I bought a lot of potions to prolong life, but… what if I don’t get there in time? What if he dies? And what if, when I tell him, he tries to kill everyone? What is beneath this outer coating remains to be seen. Will it be yielding, like yew? Or will it be gnarled and solid, like oak? What shall it be? How shall I tell him?
I guess I’ll try to tell him when we are alone. That way, at least he will not be able to hurt the others. But when this chance comes, I don’t know if I’ll be able to do it.
O, gods! Grant me courage!
Bonus: A Summary of Kyra’s Thoughts from the Second Dark Room to the Snake Chamber
I’ve got glowy fingers! I’ve got glowy fingers! This is so cool! It is totally awesome! Glowy fingers! All I have to do is rub them and…. Yay! Glowy fingers…. Glowy fingers…. So awesome! That moon ladey was great! Glowy fingers are so cool! Yay! Glowy fingers….
Oh, drat. Snake golems. Ughh…. Guess I have to stop rubbing my hands together and actually do something.
A Note – Session 3
[written on a scrap of something]
I, Kyra Fields, son of John Fields, do claim that I have lived, and for the most part, have lived well.
If you are reading this, there can be no doubt but that I have died. How I have died, you around me can probably see, and as to who killed me, you probably can guess, yet I ask you not to blame the killer. He did what he felt he had to, as did I. It has happened, and that is the end of it.
Oh life! How brief you are! But at least, you were something! I did try to do my best for you today. I tried to keep you alive- there are two more healing potions in my bag, by the way- and threw a bunch of rocks at other things. I even got to shoot some arrows. And you did much for me as well, from giving me your once held weapons, to fighting and basically keeping me alive. I thank you, you who have shared my last meal with me.
For what I have done, I ask you to do two things for me. One, bury me, or something. Here or somewhere else, it does not matter. Just do not let the orcs and goblins and other monstrous things get me. Ha! Is it not fitting that I should die in a tomb! I shall share the same room as the old princess, both of us killed, by one zealous for his family.
And two, I regretfully must ask you to do me this other favor, the same one which got me killed: give this small piece of parchment to my father, John Fields, if you on your adventures do ever see him. Yes, for my one real regret is that I have not been able to him one last time, and comfort him in his age.
Father, I love you. I always have, all the way to and beyond the end on my life. May your days be blessed, and forgive me if I have done you wrong. Oh, Papa, I love you so!
Through the Forest – Session 4
Well, the good thing is, I’m still alive. Thankfully. After everything, I’m pretty glad.
To begin with, I now believe it most unlikely that Varish will murder me. Will he let me die? Probably. Exchange me for the life of another without a second thought? Very likely. Leave me behind? Indeed. But I don’t think he’ll kill me. At least not now. Which, I am very, very grateful for.
Although I was dying twice today. Not by his fault, but by this giant blue-faced guy. In this case, little blue face (who everyone else seems to call Snowball) actually proved to be useful. He saved me twice. So now, I guess I’ll stop being mad at him for accusing me of stuff when he got himself into trouble with the Dwarf (and everyone else).
But I’m alive! And this is very good!
But as for other people who are alive…
We found these two guys. The first one was almost dead. He was being attacked by goblins, I suppose. I mean, I did not see the part where he was actually getting attacked. See, it was going on over this wall, and I stink at climbing, so everyone else got up before me. Then, as I was going to climb, Varish threw this half dead goblin at me, so I killed it. Then I climbed up. And by that time, the goblins on top had already stopped attacking the guy and were attacking us. But yeah. Anyway…
When the battle was over, the halfling stabilized the guy. We lowered him down the wall and then left him with Tinka by the fire. Then we went back up and went to see where the man had been running from.
And what happened then was kind of disaster, at least for me. You see, the halfling saw the giant blue thing, and so we backed off before coming forward again to attack it. And I chose a spot in the back, so that I could see everything and help out. But then the blue thing decided to mistify itself and move so that I was in the front! The darn thing! And then it attacked. And then I passed out. And then Snowball healed me. And then it attacked again. And then I passed out again. And then Snowball healed me again. And then the blue monster (not snowball) left through this hole in the wall. Result: everyone was hurt, little blue face has a little more esteem in my eyes, and I DIDN’T SEE ANYTHING! The part that I was out kind of annoys me… Ok, it really annoys me. But anyway, everyone was hurt. So I gave my last potion to Varish, the most hurt,- indirectly, of course- and we went back to the fire.
I do not know exactly what Tinka did, but when we came back, she was able to wake up the half dead guy right away. Anyway, the guy wakes up, and tells us that he, Raklan, and a group of people came here to see what the goblins and things were doing. But they got caught. Then he and one of his friends escaped. But we only saw him. Anyway, long story short, there is a way out of this place, but it involves climbing or a wizard. And considering I’d likely fall somewhere on that eighty foot climb, I would really like the other. Hopefully, his party is still alive. We left him there, by the fire, with the halfling’s bow and some of my arrows….
But speaking of new people…
There’s this other human, Atlas, who is likely some 1000 years old. He told us enough so that we know he lived- and died- before the God Bowl, and his birth was some 400 years after the death of Ashtara, the princess. Unfortunately, I don’t know the dates in between, so I don’t know his age. A pity.
But anyway, onto this guy. We found his bones behind a rock in a small cavern thing that looked somewhat like Parizzo’s shop. Then, we summoned with a coin this magician who, to prove his power, brought the bones back to life. And the then formed Atlas proceeded, after the inital shock of finding himself in a strange time without the gods, to ridicule the very shadow of the guy who had brought him back to life! Anyway, he was able to walk. So he came with us.
In fact, that is why we are in this room in the first place. You see, he, like Tinka, seems to like snakes. A lot. In fact, after the lock thing (which I solved, with the halfling’s help), his love of snakes caused us to be in this room. After all, there were three doors. Who knows what is behind the other two. All I know is that there is a forest in this one, and a waterfall further up, which we will reach if ever we can hack our way to it.
Before the Battle – Session 5
So, how are we supposed to take down a force some twenty times our size, even with these extra people helping? I say we burn down the archers, then go it. But the others don’t agree. They think it will take too long or something. So? Why should it matter how long it takes? Let’s say it takes a while. Sure, the other enemies would notice, and probably come to attack us, but we could stay inside this room, and they would bottleneck at the door, and we could kill them all! But no. The others think this is a terrible idea. I guess they know best. I hope they know best. After all, we are kind of betting our lives on it. So, anyway, we are just going to run out there and try to kill everyone. It would increase our numbers if we could get Raklan’s group, who is imprisoned out there, to help us. So we are probably going to split in three parties, and then…
Um… Scratch that. It is most likely going to be two parties and Atlas. Someone here has not been telling the whole truth.. So… Atlas. Turns out he’s a changeling with and can turn into things. It seems I am not the only one who leaves things untold. Still, I wonder if there is anything else he’s hiding. He never gave me a definite answer about whose side the dragon was on. And he, in the end, with the help of some of the others, released it. Whether it was a good idea for them to do it or whether that was the worst choice ever remains to be seen. I’m not sure I trust him. But he trusts me… I mean, last night…
Last night, apparently, was interesting. I happen to sleep very well in general, so I miss stuff. And, apparently, I missed a LOT last night. But Atlas was so kind to wake me up and tell me about stuff. Like their are things inside the floaty beads and some other stuff as well. And then, I asked why he was telling me this. And he said he trusted me. I’m not sure I can return the sentiment…
But he’s outside now. He should be getting there soon- Hey look! The magical talking jewel thing does actually work! So, we some five extra people who in the cave. Plus us. And all the people whom we have saved.
There were a lot of them who were attached to the walls. We did not get them all off the wall as soon as possible (because, I, for one, was blocked by the giant tree thing from the floating pebble for a while and someone else had the keys) and this one lady, who nobody else knew, started speaking scarily. So she stayed on the wall for a while. And then Tinka talked to her and convinced everyone to let her down. According to Tinka, this one will be good at evening the odds… however much that can be done.
Anyway, everyone is pretty much ready to go. I’ve been assigned as leader of the main group of new people, and we are to charge down the ramp and kill as many things as we can. Let’s hope this works…
I’ll sing some song for their benefit now. Let’s just hope I can sing the song of them later.
Let us begin!