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I Do Not Belong in a Temple
In hindsight, I wonder even more how that lizard shaman knew to expect us. I wonder if his intentions toward us were for good or ill. Difficult to say, at the moment, but I should like it answered eventually, just the same.

It is, after all, his doing that has us where we are, in some long-forgotten temple in some uncivilized jungle, led here by a most uncivilized lizard chieftain. His attitude is worse than his breath, and for him, that's saying quite a bit.

So, here we are, stuck inside this temple of the Oulduma. Down through a set of giant tumblers, unlocked by a series of riddles. Riddles that caused Dolartu, and the scaled bully to become dimwits...not, I'm sure, that the lizard had far to go in the first place. Those two falling upon each other was like children playing with wands of fireball...or Arilyn. Our newest addition proved his worth in the next room, which was a complete fiasco.

What is truly unsettling, is whatever is at the bottom of that shaft before us now. Whatever it is, it wants our crystals, and how it knew about those is beyond me, but something I intend to find out. The fact that it seemed to exert some kind of control over both Nyran and Dolartu is not exactly heartening, however. Jacques, where are you?

From the journal of Islan Diemyn

Contributor: Chris Schuettpelz