The Temple of Vestrial
The Writings of Elora: Elf Archer
30th of Riag
Upon arriving at Vestrial’s Temple, the final on our quest I had a very unnerving feeling. Although refreshed from our previous stop on the way, there was something in the air, stranger than normal and that should say a lot here within Parlainth. This wasn’t helped when that arrogant buffoon Rayven struck the gong waiting for us in the first room in the temple of a deceitful passion not once but twelve times! As he was doing this Jace was picking the lock on the door, to me it seems that if you are going to pick your way in there’s no need to ring the doorbell?!
Through this door we entered a long corridor a few hundred yards long, gloomy and ominous, in the dim light we could make out a door at the far end.
As we came to the door the party were all in agreement to pick this door as well, whereas me personally couldn’t agree that this was the correct procedure. As Jace fiddled and the lock clicked open the hairs on the back of my neck shot up and for good reason, as soon as the door was opened we were greeted by an array of enemies including five name givers two Orcs, a Dwarf, a Windling and an Elf.
The Circle of Light sprung into action in our unique brash fashion, chopping and hacking away at the swarm confronting us. With Gron at the head of the action a Guardian Zombie was parted from this world in one mighty blow, at this moment the party was engulfed in a swirling mist of what I can only describe as doom. In my panic I began running back up the corridor towards the entrance, what happened next is all a blur to me. All I can recall is seeing Jace wiz past me and head first into a flaming wall, as he fell to the floor burning I sensed something quite out of the ordinary suspecting something more was at work here. Turning back I was almost trampled to the floor by a huge obsidian charging up the corridor, whatever we needed to kill in that room we were going to have to do without Gron as he ran as fast as on Obsidiman could away from the room and the foreboding fog.