Professor Alvric Summerrock
Ah… one thing after another. Half our company is mad, the other half is dead or missing. We fled the spider, had to get to safety, packed up camp and retraced our steps to the higher caverns. Things were… dif ferent. The stone shifted, pressed in around us; slowly at first, but rushing in to crush us, took the Professor’s arm… I’m sorry for him, I hope we can find our way home and restore him. We risked going ahead, no spider but far worse troubles.We made camp, but it seems we all shared a dream of a crystal, trapped before it was shattered. When we woke, we soon found a similar crystal. The Professor took some, touching it turned his remaining hand black. Moving on, all we found was giant bats, bugs and more of that peculiar crystal; growing, apparently. I won’t miss these caves.
Day 3, or 4, or perhaps 5. I lost count, and… Elva. Farris turned a murderous traitor. We encounter death on every corner. Moradin be blessed, the souls of the fallen. The dreams we’ve been having become increasingly more disturbing. These crystals are affecting us somehow. When I asked our Allfather for guidance, all I perceived was the anvil, his emblem, burning and melting as arrows hailed upon it. We got to get out of here and fast.
Then there were the bats. Screaming, so loud. Alvric seems to be very unstable, hammering on bloody rocks the entire time we were assaulted! We smacked the bats, Torrig and I. Teamwork. Well… I thought I could count on him but it appears he too is losing himself. We crossed a deep chasm with a makeshift bridge. I saw… something…. down there, nearly fell into the depths. But we all managed to get across. And then, out of nothing, I see Torrig wanting to push Khalid off the ridge!
After interposing and shaking Torrig back to his senses, I detected some disease lingering in Torrig… and Bromdrus as well… Bromdrus? He doesn’t seem phased whatsoever by anything, like a rock in a river… yet… is Khalid my only brother I can rely on now? We must stick together. If we fall apart, then hope to escape is lost. We enter a crystal cave. I told Torrig to stay behind but he decides to wander off and touch that red crystal. As I see him being overtaken by some evil magic, an iron voice echoes into my mind. I feel like a nail hammered in wood as I am forced to bow and grovel, and while I stare at the ground, I hear them coming.