The Journal of Malas Song

Not wasting much time we left the mud pits, now with a shiny new sword. Needless to say we went the only other way we could find. Then we came across a peculiar portal. I took the other fine chicken I had and coaxed it inside before the gnome pushed one of the mysterious gems with my spear. The small area spun at extreme speed, breaking my personal hand crafted spear that I had spent a week on. Then we heard the chicken from the other side and knew it was safe.

Following the same path as the chicken we ended in a long hallway, which led into a room of poorly maintained furniture and bat droppings. After I notice the bats squirm I begin to prepare to speak with the critters and convince them we are gods. I did not get the chances to complete my prayer as the bats swarmed the room. In the next minute or so a torch is thrown and the room ignites. I decide to stay on the other side. I bravely fend of some bats before fleeing back through the weird portal.

Back in the "museum room" I meditated on his failure until the magic used came in the front entrance, looking a bit wet and mottled. I greet him and after about ten minutes we here the others shouting. Our pair decides to meet up and search the burned bat room for secret doors. One is found in what is the north wall. It lead to another room in the generic fifty by fifty size. My eyes glance the room and lay on the elk skin carpet. What overzealous, uncaring hunter would kill to such an excess. It must be burned or the beast will never rest. The others had none of it, instead they directed me to burn it the other room. Picky people.

I spend a good amount of time making sure the skin is burned, and toss the ashes into the small indoor stream so that they may return to nature. Upon returning to the room where the others had been I find nothing. "Are you here?" I question loudly. No answer. I repeat it again. No answer. I rush towards the door, noting the buck head I will surely have to destroy later. Then I slow down. Being alone is dangerous, and I should have known better then to even continue, but I did. I came across a room with eight statues and a mighty throne, I was tempted to sit, yet thoughts of the eight beings coming to life and ripping me to shreds prevailed.

I continues down the only clear path and found myself in a large natural caver, with tree roots hanging from the ceiling. I studied some footprints, but these suggested that people fled from this area. The I saw the body, untouched by and scavenger beasts, which was my second warning. I slowly crept towards it armed after I had tossed my torch closer. As I approached a vine of some sort snagged my arm. I tried my best in struggling about and even managed to grab the torch. It was for naught, my last view was of the large tree mass above me, with a glimpse of my cloak as it was pulled over my shoulder. The cloak I wore was red, I don't think I ever noticed that before.

I stood at the small animal stand, looking over various animal. I indeed did already have a lovely pair of chickens in my boisterous sack that hung from my should, but I wanted something less noisy. Before I decided however, a large half naked man with a helmet crashed into him bowling him over and onto the ground. Standing up I notices that my recently purchased chickenfeed and the mistletoe I harvested when I was began my druidic path had been stolen. I quickly dashes after the man, and notices that five other individuals were also chasing the madman.

When I caught up to the one in the lead I sees him wrestling down the thief, and the mage, who was the second fastest, standing idly by the side. I decides to try some fun, but before I can begin my plan, the others intrude on the situation.

The cleric arrived and quickly bashed the thief into submission after the fighter fell. I quickly collects my property, making sure not to mix my feed pouch with the mage's component bag. Wanting to ascertain, I stays with the other victims, only one being not human.

The man's story was suspicious. Supposedly a doppleganger had killed him and taken his place as the baron of Hogsend. Then his personal cleric revived him, who he subsequently killed. To prove himself as baron he would need his ingot ring, in a location that only the cleric and himself knew about. Suspicious of his story we head to where he left the body, and indeed it was a cleric. When the gnome begins rummaging the body and the baron starts crying If leaves to clean the club that bashed in the cleric's head. I finds it surprisingly light.

When I return I finds the others trying to resurrect the cleric with his own staff, but the attempt fails. In the end we leave the baron alone with his friend's corpse, and head toward the hidden underground storage area. I still suspect that this baron may still be a doppleganger trying to overthrow the true baron.

We eventually reach the destinations. Traveling down a steep long hall we eventually reach a room. I use my chicken as trap bait, however this proves mostly fruitless. The only oddity in the room was several humanoids frozen beyond a wall of glass, really not that big a deal.

We followed the northern of the two paths and reached a large circular room, defines by a large puddle of water. We try arious methods, but decide it would be best to throw something in. So I hand a chicken to the gnome, who it escapes from. The fighter and cleric try to corner it, but this ends with the latter falling into the muddy water. I throw him a rope to tie around himself, so if need be we can pull him out.

I wish to at some point learn how the creatures were created. They were humanoid in shape, but made entirely of mud, which they threw at the brave cleric, slowing him. All of the available comrades pulled at the rope and because of this the cleric was able to retrieve the weapon for the fighter, before being completely caked in mud.

The rope then breaks, and battle ensues, with spears and metal and mud flying everywhere. the cleric was isolated from our atmosphere, but en the end I was still alive and we had a minute or so the mud people would reform. In the last rounds I helped remove mud from our cleric friend, as the fighter valiantly guarded us, blowing away one of the creatures in a single blow.

I still don't know anybody's name.