Sun Day, Leo 22nd, 576CÆ, Year of the Tiger
Players: Rathar the Brash (Carolingian Frank, Berserker of Krimmr), Iodas (Ixian, Barbarian), Frakki (Viking, Shaman of the Musk Ox totem), Aeltrin (Viking, Assassin), Xararhaan (Hyperborean, Paladin of Apollo), Vertigris (Carthaginian, Necromancer)
Snorri was talked into prying a brass plate from one of the charnel skeletons. Aeltrin warned him. The plate came free, the skeleton exhaled a blinding cloud, and two Vikings panicked; Aeltrin and Rathar knocked both unconscious. Two blue gems lay where the eye sockets had emptied. Ilfmr was still denouncing heathen deathtraps when a ghast emerged through the gloom of the larger chamber beyond the chanel hall—tattered robes, a brass plate for a face. Its stench imposed a penalty on nearly everyone. Ilfmr axed it, Vertigris's sling cracked its mask open, Frakki's boomerang drew its attention, and Iodas split it clean in half.
The remaining skeletons yielded eighteen more blue gems at sling-stone distance. Ilfmr claimed one, told Frakki his opinion of him, and departed with his survivors. Frakki then tasted a pinch of the powder spilled from the shattered jar. His body stayed put; the rest hovered in void until a vast eye opened and said, "Recognized". He reported this. Rathar remained skeptical.
West, past carved processions of inverted figures, two rooms held the key: a powder-filled basin and a sealed amphora with three thimble-cups that matched the three flasks from the ghast exactly. The pour released something shapeless that settled over the basin and wrote in the salt—SABKHA. NIKOMEDES. SOUL. CISTERN. PROMISED. ASCENSION. Then: BRING US TO THE SEA. They loaded up and swam out. The villagers cheered at the sight of them exiting the cave. The salt went into the waves, swirled, and was gone. They looked down and saw robed Atlantean figures looking back from under the surface. One raised a hand. The next wave took them.
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