From the Chronicles of Athon Bewick
There was an eerie calm as the remains of the Kraken slid squelshily off the small boat. The four of us (as unbeknownst to us Gerrard was unconscious on the floor) looked for a few moments before realising our situation and we started to make for the coast again. We had seen some activity on the beach but as we got closer we could see what we presumed were more survivors from a shipwreck. Ever the more cautious, we kept our hands on our swords as we disembarked and moved to greet them.
Our worries were unfounded though (at least for the moment), they indeed were survivors, and there had been more but they had been carried off by the giants that seemed to inhabit the middle part of the island. Consulting the tablet, it was indeed pointing in direction, our hopes of an easier part to this quest were quickly dashed.
With the advice of the survivors ringing in our heads we sailed the boat a little further down the coast and then brought it up and hid it as best we could with rushes and leaves, I offered to take the survivors with us when the skyship came back for us, their relief was palpable. I still didn’t trust Boltagar at that stage, he seemed to be eyeing us all, would he stand with us or against us when the time came?
A peaceful nights sleep was had by all as we then ventured into the jungle along a path that Polgara and her new friend had found for us. We were making good progress when we came into a clearing with a pool, we spotted some movement ahead and dived into the long grass. What we saw was of a concern, a basilisk being “walked” by an Ettin accompanied by several Baal’Gara’s. Creeping up in the long grass, I saw Boltagar to the right of me stand up, one of the Baal’Garas spotted him and began to move towards him, at that moment Gregg stood up, the Ettin then let the Basilisk go. I admit I was concerned about this fight, I thought we might have taken on more than we were able to handle, even more so as Gerrard was still an unconscious heap back in the long grass where he had been dumped by Boltagar. I needn’t have worried though, the party might have it’s philosophical differences, but in a fight, we all become much more singular of purpose and all our opponents were soon laying in a pool of their own blood.
Moving onwards we left the jungle behind and encountered a rocky valley, we thought we could see nests at towards the top but we quickly made our way through. Polgara was on point for the party, using her familiar as a scout when suddenly a Galeb uncurled itself from the rock and several ogres moved from their concealed positions, an ambush! This was then further complicated when a Manticore landed behind us cutting off our escape, as if we had even considered escape when the likes of Gregg relish nothing more than a chance to prove their mettal, and so he did when he virtually cut one of the ogres in two, covered in blood and guts, could Gregg be even happier? Polgara was being hemmed in by the Galeb and the Manticore’s flying attacks but Boltagar moved to help her whilst me and Gregg took care of the remaining Ogres.
Soon, all were dispatched and the heavily wounded Manticore took to the skies and did not return. However, we had to run as some of the Ogres friends took to throwing rocks and trying to cause rockslides at us. Running on we came to a large open area with what seemed to be a door, consulting the tablet, it was indeed pointing us towards it. With vaguely shamanistic affectations surrounding it, we cautiously moved through the door to the sounds of battle. Drawing our weapons we moved cautiously letting our eyes adapt to the darkness, we saw fragments of gearing, cogs, and suchlike scattered on the ground. What we saw next, we did not expect.
A group of ogres were fighting a larger group of clockwork men, some ogres were laying dead, other clockwork men were laying, a now worthless heap of scrap metal. We watched for a few minutes fascinated but the clockwork men soon ovwewhelmed the ogres through force of numbers and the ogres were vanquished. The clockwork men then proceeded down a corridor leaving the cavern. We entered and saw the usual affactation of ogre existence, a large cooking pot and a cage of prisoners. We freed the prisoners and told them we would get them out. Turning we then followed the clockwork men down the long path, deeper, ever deeper…