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A Tale of Victory
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Discovered on 18 Nov 2008 at 12:00:36 PST.
The Lower Reaches of Guk
A Journal of Victory
By Talrien Dolvermist
On Sarreth's suggestion, I've decided to chronicle our adventures into the lower reaches of the froglok city of Guk, so that others might learn about the dangers we will undoubtedly face and overcome as we explore this ancient city. This will be done as proof of the deeds we will accomplish, but also as warning and guidance to those who might follow behind us. My companions and I are prepared and capable, and we will meet whatever the depths might hold for us with honor and courage.
We attempted to cross through the upper halls of Guk, but met resistance from the frogloks residing there. Although we clearly did not mean them harm, they were adamant about not allowing us to pass, and they even attacked us at one point in an attempt to drive us back. We know these are the children of Mithaniel Marr, so one would assume they would welcome us and our help. However, they are apparently quite xenophobic, and will not allow us to pass without a fight.
Although it made not a one of us happy, we were forced to cut through the frogloks, after which we found our way to a dark hall, wherein the skeletons of several races seemed to be intermixed. This appears to be the place we have been searching for -- along with the many bones, the stench of death permeates the air around us, and we can hear haunting wails coming from the darkness beyond. We've decided to rest for now, then venture in after we've had some time to gather our strength. We won't be able to linger long, however, as the nearby frogloks are likely to return, and in greater numbers.
Our first foray into the depths of lower Guk was successful! We met resistance from the aberrations roaming near the entrance hall, but they were no match for our combined strength. At first, the sheer ferocity of their attacks were daunting to us, but we have experience and preparation on our side, and we stood fast against their assaults. Although we were able to defeat our foes, I have to admit that the sight of them still has me shaken -- the beasts we fought were indeed frogloks, but were clearly only animated husks, shadows of what they once were. It seems that the lower halls are crawling with the undead, and not the living frogloks we encountered before. We will need to take care.
Our luck in the lower caverns did not hold. Although we have regrouped for now, we lost Vaelrin, our ranger, to the claws of our enemies. Although we attempted to fight our way to free him, we were not able to break their line, and had to retreat to a defendable position. At first it seemed we had lost our morale, and might retreat back to the surface. However, Sarreth stood fast, and reminded us that there was always an element of danger to our venture here, and that none of us were guaranteed to come back. We've decided to focus our anger into something stronger, and we are planning to challenge our enemy after some needed rest.
Today we will attempt to punch through the lines of the enemy, and perhaps even recover the body of our fallen comrade. We have a focused determination now, and although we are fewer in number, our determination and courage will undoubtedly carry us to victory in the coming battle. Our guardian Rell is finishing up some patch work on his armor, and Sarreth is meditating quietly against the wall just outside the torchlight. I can still hear our enemies, the vile undead froglok, combing the passageways just beyond our camp. They've stayed back for the most part, and only a couple of individuals have attempted to attack us as we rested. This is a boon we have taken full advantage of, and are just about ready to begin our counterattack. I will write of our victory once this battle has finished.
We are battered, bruised, and bleeding, but we have achieved our goal. The hordes have been beaten back and now we are firmly entrenched in the depths of the lower caverns of Guk. From here, we have set up a camp that will allow us to delve into the deeper reaches of Guk, hopefully to unlock the secrets held within this ancient city. Strangely, the wails and moans we have heard from the darkness have seemingly all but stopped. Rell believes that the beasts have retreated further into the depths, and is planning to lead us on what is effectively a charge while they are still reeling from our last attack Thus, our rest time will be shorter this time, but our spirits are high and we will cut through them again as we have before.
I am shaking as I write this. We could not have been more wrong about our foe. Now that I think about it, I can't believe how foolish we were. Once we began our assault, we found that we were hopelessly surrounded. Even ones that we thought had been destroyed rose back up to join their numbers. They kept coming, no matter how many we put down. The noises... the grating croaking and vile hissing the beasts spat at us - it all still rings in my ears. Rell fought long enough so that we might escape the slaughter, but I heard his screams cut short not long after we fled. Only Sarreth and I remain now... and Sarreth can no longer move or speak. I fear that unless he regains his strength quickly, we will be overcome. How could this happen? How did things turn so wrong?
They are coming...
Sarreth no longer breathes. He has been released from his fear.
I can hear them and their soft hissing... they are not far now.
All around me, they draw closer.
If you read this, leave now! Go before they claim yo... ... ...
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