So… here we are und’r the Mirti Estate, ‘bout to smoosh us a mindflayer until he’s goo… and ah’m realizing that I skipped a bit in tha journal here. Les back up fer a mom’nt. He’ll wait – he’s trapped inna bubble.

When we finished with tha Minatour-House silliness, we found the last ‘o the Duran Keep folks and sent ‘em packin’ fer home. But, the mages o’ the Thunderspire Labyrinth still wanted us ta find tha Paldemar character. We did. He’s deed. We got paid. ‘nuff said. (really. Tis a shady place. You don’t go a blabbin about what goes on in thar)

We head’ed back fer Duran, and boy did they put onn’a show fer us – folk line’in tha streetz cherrin us on. There waz a big ‘ol banquet ‘n food as far as the eye kin see. ‘Course I kin barely see o’er the table so twaz a beeeutiful view. We was like royalty!

Dinner was a bit spoilt tho. There twas a windbag at dinner – called his’self Gaius Mirti. I dinna go in much fer the poloticks of the humans, but it’s a nice leelte town they has here. Now this Gaius seems ta be hornin’ in on the place. It’ll go all ta hell if tha happnz. Not reely my biznez, but be a shame non tha less.

Och – and then Severid’s brother showed up ‘n tried to killim durin dinner. Tha was a bit akward.

Thorobald, or was it Thorovald? got his’self kilt on ‘is own brother’s sword. Cheerin' Sevrid on would na be'in the best o taste, at that moment.
(Truth be told, I dinna see any particular family resemb’lance, but then all’a ‘em humans look alike ta me. Don’t tell ‘em though...)
The rest’o us ‘n the guards mopped up the o’ter crew he brought. Och, ‘n I guess the windbag can swing a sword – took on’a few o’ the barbarian’s his’self.

The day went from excitin’ to ominus. I swore I saw someone up’in the walls, but all we found thar waz a black feather. Then tha o’ter shoe dropped. Seems ta be some trouble inna farmin area with tha undead walkin about. We figure where ta start pretty quick. Tis a suspicious soundin place onna map, right near the Mirti estate, and near tha farms ‘n such. (Heh. It doesn’a surprise me. ‘member tha guy’s son wa that Red Lady worship’er? don’t trust ‘em, I says!)

We had full bellies, ‘n some new horses, and off we a went to tha tomb of a Teiflin’ called Karavakos. Didn’t know ‘im mi’self, but he sounds lik’a right bastard. They kilt 101 o’ his own just ta bury wit im. (Waz ‘e scared o tha dark or somethin?) The place waz ‘supposed ta be real fancy – they’re were callin it a Maws-o-leeum. And sure e’nuf – there waz dead things walkin around innit.

--Oh – befor I ferget - we happin’d upon Martouk’s boy out inna woods. (same problem wit’ the elves like wit’ tha humans… only it’s even harder when the Da looks ta be the same age as tha Son. Short-lived humans are easier tha way.) I think they hadda dissagreemen’ about poloticks. Lotta tha goin’ round now’a’days.

So back to the Maws-o-leeum, ‘n the dead things walkin’ around. We re-kilt ‘em. Sounds simple but it wazn’t. There was some alive folks in there doin’ them evil rituals that cause all kinds o’ trouble. ‘N guess wha we caught ‘em doin?... naw – guess!

THEY WAS RAISIN’ THOROBLAD (I mean Thorovald) AS A VAMPIRE! Sweet diamonds on’na shovel. What crazy kinda family does our boy Severid come from? But tha’s na the weird part. So Thorovald gets up ‘n twas a right tough bastard from the start, but he dinna last long. Karavakos his’self rolled o’ver in ‘is grave ‘n told him ta get tha hell out. Blew ‘im right away. ‘Pears he did’na like the evil things happenin in his grave. Who knew?

So this Karavakos fella sees our Dragin’born in ‘is Maws-o-leeum, right alongside our Teeflin, ‘n want’s ta know tha year. The two ‘o them fill in Karavakos ‘bout how their long war brought tha nations ta ruin. He looked pretty tired after he heard tha – tired even fer a ghost. He said we could ‘ave ‘is stuff if we locked tha door’n the way out, so no one could get back in. That was nice ‘o him I guess. Still stupid that he kilt 101 soldiers ta sleep wit, though…

So now wha, we says? Well Thorobald – vald is’na dead (or re-dead – wha ever), ‘n he’ll be needin a grave. So, we went’n checked ‘is. It was empty ‘course.

We’re alla us (‘cept maybe Martouk) thinking the Mirti’s are probly upta somthin, so we head ta tha estate for a visit. We say we’re thar to warn’em about the big bad vampire, but really, we’re thinkin’ Thorab-vald is hangin out thar. Over dinn’r, Giaus tells us tale about some old crypts unner tha estate he’s never found an entrance too… K. well then, we found ‘em no problem. Och – but not b’fore the vampires attacked.

Ya, right aft’r Giaus left tha dinn’r table, we all started a feelin woozy ‘cept fer Severid. (He’s gotta amulet). Then these a laydees comma floatin in. Yep – they’r vampires. We kilt ‘em. Again.

Turns out tha whole place was overrun wit em all'ava sudden. Dunno where Giaus went, but we went down inna catacombs. We fought some monsters – they weren’t dead though – tha was a nice change’o pace… They seem ‘ta be protectin this creature inna bubble in tha back o the last room…