Chapter 2: Into the Depths

Where to go, now? That is the question. The corridor to the south, dark and musty like the rest of this crypt, beckons the curious to seek out the Unknown.

A brief rest and respite is taken and then the darkness ventured further. Another body is found, this one alive and trapped in here with no recollection like the other two the cleric, satyr and elf had found. Once awaken, he is introduced as Yscar and holds the look of a mage-kind.

Exploring continues, though only a dead end is found. Turning around, the party seeks their answers elsewhere. What is found instead is tension between the satyr and elf, inner-party fighting, and an ancient curse released that seeks to burn out the life from within the bodies of our heroes. Yet, through it all, our ragtag group perseveres and after much needed rest, continues deep into the bowels of this ancient crypt. Not everyone follows the main bulk of the group, however. The elf, involuntarily so, remains behind in a room filled with rubble, suspended in a sleep-like state.

On the word and loose knowledge of the spell-sword, our adventurers’ make their way in a southerly direction to the room of filled with plants and the scent of earth heavy in the air.

After a vicious and taxing battle with a pair of living vines which had attacked them, it is the new mage and the satyr who identify the core of the problem that has been poisoning and plaguing the town. Still, the cleric had seen a mass of undead to the west with one of his spells and this drives the curiosity of the party to continue forth past the room of living set amongst the dead.

Undead is exactly what they find. A mass of skeletons group in a room guarding a chest of coins and a door the north greet the party with weapons drawn. Funneling them into a long corridor, the reanimated abominations are easily dispatched, leaving the treasure free to be looted.

Yet the Unknown continues to pull our cleric and his companions further north in this desolate crypt. Past the door, the all are greeted by the spectral form of an elf sitting upon an ancient crypt. With a greeting, the ancient sorcerer gives thanks to the party for liberating his Domain from the grip of life. A promise for separation between the two realms of the dead and the living is given in exchange for their heroic deeds, though it comes with a warning as well.

Before they realize it, the spectre is gone and they have been directed to leave with all haste, taking only what they had managed to grab a hold of so far as their spoils of the adventure. For whatever reason, the satyr returns to the elf and as a whole, the group escape the depths of this domain of death. The way seals immediately behind them and soon respite is found within the walls of the new home of the cleric and satyr.