The Shard Isles

Quinn's Journal - Into the Dark

Day 30

Since we have left the sea, I feel less inclined to date my entries like a ship log. Our first night on this rather lovely isle passed uneventfully. Vindicus managed to catch us a deer during his part of the watch and also managed not to devour it whole, so we have a supply of venison to eat.

Speaking of Vindicus, he and the minotaur had eerily similar dreams last night. They both claim to have seen their goddess, who instructed them to ‘restore the fragments of civilization’ or some such nonsense. While I’d normally ignore such a tale, the two of them telling it together does give me pause.

Foostus stayed with the captain this time around, I suppose it’s for the best that someone looks after him.

We began our exploration proper this morning, following the path we uncovered last night. It seems the path is in fact an old brick road, long unused. Who used it remains uncertain, the only hint we’ve found is a sign labelled ‘something something -ty’, which is entirely unhelpful. City perhaps?

Not all was pleasant however, we were attacked by a number of some sort of giant bat with stinging tails. I, of course, led us to a glorious victory – it takes a lot to catch old Quinn by surprise.

Before too long along this road, we discovered an small, weedy pond. It looks like it was once part of a more civilized place – there was a small stone bench and the pond was ringed with stone. Also nearby was a door – someone had carved ‘B_W__E THE FA_______’ into it.

Beware the what? As noble adventurers I believe it’s our task to find out.

Naturally, we broke down the door and began exploration of the underground complex it hid. I’m not certain what this place was used for originally, but it seems like it may have been important. Ku identified it as elven-made, and it seems to be entirely lit by glowing magical lights. Now however, it’s mostly used for growing moss and mold – the entire floor is covered in an inch or two of water. I am certainly I invested in good boots.

As we’ve explored, Vindicus has been complaining about hearing ominous noises. I have heard nothing myself, and suspect he’s scared of the dark. Ku has remained boastful, but his flight from the bat-creatures showed his true courage.

So far this complex has been relatively bare. We have faced a few traps – one of which Varrek nearly threw himself into. (note to self, bring this up if he bothers you) We also encountered a member of the undead. While Vindicus’s god is rather to uptight for my taste, he showed its power in that fight. Shouting invocations, shooting blasts of light and all that. Very flashy and very effective it seems.

My comrades are picking up their gear, it seems they’re finished picking through the various goods in this chamber. We’ve found some gold, some vials of acid, and the others are pressing a magical spear and some magic chainmail on me. “We can’t use this!” they say. I see how it is.

Anyway, it’s time for me to pack up as well. Until later, dear Journal.



I'm sorry, but we no longer support this web browser. Please upgrade your browser or install Chrome or Firefox to enjoy the full functionality of this site.