Aulduviir set off with Francois into the infinite and puzzling catacombs of the Undead Isles. Francois being an adventurer and me being a fool decided to dig through some rubble hping to find lost riches of ancient wealth. Instead I found Insidious worms hungry for Ustalavic flesh burrowing into my right limb. after a few attempts with little help from Francois’ halfling brawn, I decided to take my destiny into my own hand(s)instead of putting my fate in the hands of a thieving rodent. A corner I positioned my right arm against and with shear will and steel sinew of my left hand,I broketh the bone, the marrow, and flesh, and freed myself from the tyranny of those burrowing gluttons which devoured the hand I once wiped with.
further and deeper into the crypts due south were a few puzzles. the first was a cauldron of blood that contained a lever which opened the southern most wall, behind this wall were two cauldrons containing pure darkness. in these pits of darkness only Francois (with his night goggles) could see through, but barely. what he sa were two jigsaw-like puzzles, the one on the south-western side of the room fitted into a shield, opening a wall going further south into a royal tomb. And the south-eastern cauldren, pieced into a star or flower (I can’t recall) opened a wall to the east leading into an armory of immense riches!
the buriel tomb contained a sarcophigus, within it a piece of jerky wrapped in ornate armor and bearing a sword. after removing the body we discovered a lever leading to a hall that leaked water and went on for countless miles, we assume it leads to another island once inhabited by these botany loving faeries (Francois words, not mine) and so our sojourn beegins.
the Lord of Strife, the Master of Darkness, the Maimed Prince
P.S. Boobies ()Y()
GIVE HIM A HAND summary: there we were, Francois and I. A Master of evil and a lowly thief trekking further into this underground mausoleum with a myriad of long hallways and moving corpses. the long hall led us from one undead complex to another tomb. to the north of this hall were two small rooms, 1 in the east, one to he west, bearing zombies which frolicked around 4 sarcophogis in each room. after kiting them out with my manly taunts and bravado, the zombies followed allowing Francois to to knick two metal cubes that we’ve seen before, but know not when or where. some crystaline clay… and… apperently that’s all that mattered to me, because I didn’t care to remember what else we looted. in the room with the beef jerky tomb lord was a valve with 8 arrows pointing out (I believe it to be the work of Chaos Space Marines). the wheel-valve twisted 18 clicks right and -16 or -18 left causing Pangoria to shake, or at least a microscopic section of it.
As I secure a small dock. By setting up crude barricades for a future fallback point. I hear the earth shattering scream of the self proclaimed. “Maimed Prince”. I pause seeing the prophecy unfold as it did in my mind. The inevitable loss of Aulduviir’s hand was foretold! The first fork in the dark prophecy. Should befall him and fate would chose one hand could save the other destroy! “What did you chose?” I say out loud. I didn’t expect the heavens to part as the abyss consumed me. I would find out soon enough…