As translated by the sage bin-Alardin
I am forever in the debt of the two women of this group, most especially Carella.
Yesterday morning, before the time of the sunrise, which comes very late in these lands at this time of year, we reached the Hall of Astrid’s father. We knew right away that something was amiss, for no torches burned, no guards stood at the gate, and the doors were broken and sagging. Venturing inside, we found the hall ransacked and several corpses lying among the wreckage. One of the bodies turned out to still be alive, barely. He was one of Grovann’s men. He told us that foul creatures had raided Grovann’s Hall and taken him and a staff that he owned. Astrid seemed surprised that they had taken the staff, for she deemed that it was only an otherwise worthless family keepsake. We also found ha elecheyyim ruchar (the ravening dead), which these Northern folk know as wights. Her father’s retainer was able to tell us where he believed these mindless cratures had taken her father, then he died.
We set out, determined to rescue her father. We entered a subterranean complex along the shore of the nameless bay that separates Horelkholm and Varedulf. The very first creatures that we encountered were two more of the ha elecheyyim ruchar, and they were nearly our undoing. One of them struck me and robbed my of some of my life energy. At the same time, Astrid lost her footing and broke her ankle. With great difficulty, we won that fight and I healed Astrid, but not before destroying both my mace and my flail. Astrid loaned me one of her flails so that I would not be defenseless. I had two charges remaining on the Ring of Restoration I had been given years ago, when the ha elecheyyim ruchar attacked the Temple of Thunder and Sun in Ramman, so I used one of those charges on myself. I would not done so, but the drain of the elecheyyim ruchar had robbed me of the ability to summon enough manna to heal Astrid, and without her, we would all have died. I depleted much of my store of manna curing Astrid’s broken ankle, so Carella gave me some healing potions she had been saving, which helped restore me.
We journeyed on, and destroyed a few more of the ha elecheyyim ruchar. At length we found a cell where one of Grovann’s men was still held captive. He indicated that some sort of fish-men had taken Grovann elsewhere, so we journeyed on, and descended into a level below the one we had just cleared.
Below, we encountered the fish-men. Some were relatively weak, but others were mighty. Eventually, we found their leader, flanked by two guards and two more elecheyyim ruchar. I lost consciousness in the fight. When I came to, the fight was over, Grovann had been rescued and we were back in Grovann’s Hall, though the little half-man, Peril, was slain. They told me that I had damaged Astrid’s flail and fallen to my knees, while three of the fish-men attacked me. They struck me down, but not quite unto death. Carella cast one of her magical webs on the creatures, which trapped them, then Astrid dragged me out of the room. Peril was trapped behind the webs. Carella cast a Fireball spell which ended the battle, but killed Peril. Fortunately, among the booty that the fish creatures had accumulated was a scroll with the incantation required to Raise Dead. I was able, in spite of my own weakness, to raise Peril from his death.