I hope my last letter hasn’t driven you all mad with wonder or caused any of the youth to want to head out on adventures of their own. It can be such a frightening experience on occasion. I let you all know that I am doing well and the skills you all taught me are surprisingly well suited for adventuring as well as entertaining. Some of them have even helped me against a horde of Zomblings™. I’m getting ahead of myself. Let me start where I left off last time.
As you may recall from the last letter the cleric traveling with me named Nomead touched a long dead Halfling in a bed and its eyes opened. It let out either the loudest longest moan or yawn I have ever heard. I’m not sure which it was. It then got up and made a “run for it”. We all stayed out of its way. The others for survival I really just wanted to see what it would do next. A second later the other long dead female halfling also opened her eyes. She made the same sound and went out the back of their home. I think if I was long dead I would try to get a drink of water first thing, but they just shuffled off. They moved faster than any zombie story I have ever heard. Heck, they moved faster than many living Halflings I have seen. Even stranger is the fact that these Zomblings™ seemed to have some aspects of their former lives. I mean they carried tools and used them. I stealthily followed the one Nomead had touched and it like any scared humanoid seemed to run for help and banged on a door of a house where I suspect someone important once lived. Once it thought I wasn’t following it anymore it went home. Really really weird.
Leo got banged up pretty good by one of the Zomblings™ with a hoe gardening tool. I wish I could have seen it. It sounded really funny hearing about it after the fact. While all this was happening Greenie and Build had been argue about the girl ghost that kept jumping into the well. I mean they didn’t even notice that all of this was going on. Nomead and I talked after the fact and he swore up and down that he only fed a little bit of his dieties power into the halfling. I’m still not admitting that such power actually exists but whatever happened it seemed to wake up the whole village. I’ll keep looking for a more scientific explanation. Luckily the others moved out of town and I stayed hidden and all these creatures went back to their homes.
I finished checking out the village while the others healed and we all regrouped. Bunch of frightened cowards if you ask me. I’m not sure they really have the sense of adventure that I do. It turns out this little nearly rubbish village is probably over 300 years old. Leo mentioned something about some kind of Halfling ale that was really popular centuries ago and that it might have been made here. I thought ale was really a Dwarven thing, but who knows. They obviously didn’t keep making it because I had never heard of it. Maybe the Dwarves ran them out of business with the good stuff.
There was talk of leaving the village, but I talked them all out of it. Good thing too since we finally figured out what the “Treasure is in room C” meant on the map we got. Sadly, it wasn’t as easy and quick as the crazy guy said, but I guess that should be expected. We found a secret tunnel inside what looked like a large treasure chest. I dispatch the trap on the chest with ease just like brother Marcus taught me. It took some convincing but we all went down the ladder into darkness.
I will admit I have seen two things that clerics seem to be good at. 1)using healing wands and 2) casting light spells. We used these often to see in the dark. Build joined us for this part of our adventure. That contraption is so lucky because it can see in the dark. Sadly it isn’t remotely quiet. Hopefully we can build in some soft foot covers for it in the future. I really have no idea what became of Greenie the halfling. Maybe seeing Zomblings™ freaked him out. I bet he is take care of our campsite which I suspect is a great distance outside of the village.
Scratched note to self: Add darkvision potion to things to work on in spare time. An area effect silence bomb would also be a nice touch if its effects could move with the target struck. Oh and I’ll have to work on a light source that you can break and shake to provide light. I could probably market that to other adventurers. I’m sure it will have many other uses I haven’t even thought of yet.
The hole led to a man made tunnel that quickly opened up into a more natural cavern. I moved ahead of everyone and scoped out the place. I didn’t find anything interesting and it dead ended so we walked through a little underground pool/river and found more solid ground to continue walking on. We passed a few side ways, but as Lucky Nick always told us, "ye travel in one direction until ye find an end and ye will always find ye way home. So since I was leading us I did just that. We followed along until we came to a dead end and then we stumbled across some dead.
First there was this head without a body. Literally it was this head that was floating in mid area. Weird. yes. Freaky. Yes. Scary. Yes. I admit I was freaked out a little so I called back for Nomead to come have a look. Clerics are supposed to be good with undead things right? He didn’t seem to have any suggestions on the matter either.
My level of freaked out jumped to a whole new level when this skeleton head floated towards us and its mouth opened far bigger than it should have been able to and it screamed. I’ve never heard anything like it. It was even louder and more horrific than Auntie Mel singing. Oh uh Sorry Mel. I’ll hit myself on the back of the head for you. My knees where shaking, but I don’t think the others noticed. I was pretty slick about that. Must be all those times we performed before large crowds.
So the head screamed and then two full bodied skeletons came walking out of the darkness and came at us. I think my quick thinking and Nomead’s quick work with his long spear saved us from lots of trouble. I dropped a bomb behind and between the skeletons. The explosion took the floating head and one of the skeletons down instantly. The other kept looking at me with those empty eye sockets menacingly and was about to swing its completely rusted and damaged scimitar at me, but with two quick blows Nomead dispatched it with ease.
We continued forward Leo and Build being almost none the wiser until they saw the shattered bubbling bones on the ground. Yes, it was all over that fast. Pausing to make sure everyone was okay and no more surprises where near it took us a second to notice more light other than our own coming from the distance. Another floating skull was ahead of our path along with what looked like flickering torch light shining upon some kind of man made structure. This new floating skull was actually on fire. Yes you read that right a flaming floating skull. I couldn’t make this stuff up if I tried. Even thinking about it now makes me weak in the knees. I’m running low on ink and parchment. I will write you again soon. Sorry for another cliffhanger.
Your adventuring juggler,