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And We Sink Deeper
Well bugger! We finally get FrostFang a body and then that overgrown bat, Mortedamos? comes back and is all "brak, brak, brak I've been humping my evil clerics to divine your histories. I know everything about you. You gonna die." Then he starts in on FrostFang. Says he really is really the soul of umm, Thalansomething; FrostFang never talked about it. Islan seemed pretty suprised to hear the name, but I'm not sure. It's one of those things that just tickles the back of your mind, but you can't place it, ya know? Then FrostFang couldn't move! He had been really angry too. He said to not believe abything the guy said, but then how do you explain the not moving? Something about true name.

I had to leave him behind. I hate myself for it, but it couldn't be helped. He couldn't move and I didn't want to hurt his body to get him out. FrostFang wouldn't have been able to fit down into the tunnels anyway, but that's beside the point. I had to leave him. But I'll return to him. Lord knows I'm stubborn enough. Everybody just better wait for him to get back to normal. I certainly don't relish the thought of setting out by myself in the middle of the freaking desert, but I'm not sure they'll want to wait. They ahven't been too happy lately.

So we get down into the dungeon after Mortedamos is finished taunting us. We end up in this room with these ugly twisted statues with gaping mouths. Then Jacques messed with the door and we realized the purpose of the gaping maws. This putrid green liquid starts shooting out their mouths. I try to check the door for a release switch and then Jacques grabs me. Suddenly, we're on the other side. Hell, yeah! I'm safe. Though it did take me a long time to get the door open. It didn't help that I have no tools for this sort of thing. I didn't plan on disabling traps. Though the more that I look for them, I am getting better and finding them and figuring them out.

So I'm scrabbling around on my hands and knees, trying to fit a dagger into a crack. The second I get any purchase they'd start pounding on the door. You'd have thought they wanted to be in there. Jacques is hovering around like a momma hen worried about his chicks. I wanted to say screw it a couple times because everybody was being so counterproductive. It's not like I can do everything you know. So I get the door open, take the rod out that held it in place so nobody gets stuck again and do I get any thanks? Of course not! Only the you should have done it faster. Well bugger me! Next time they can get themselves out. See if I help! Or bother to check properly. I'm getting tired of being taken for granted. They better remember I'm still hurting from having to desert FrostFang and treat me a little nicer. Or I'll take one of Dolartu's fireballs and shove it up their collective ass.

From the journal of Arilyn

Contributor: Jess Landin