Fall into Underdark
As told by Dorne
9th of Elient
I’ve lost track if time, we all have. It’s like a maze down here, we don’t know where we are. I think I might be losing my mind. We keep moving from room to room, through corridors that all look the same. Each one holding either some deathly silence or… or worse. I’m scared and confused but everyone else seems to know what we’re doing down here. But I don’t. I just want to find some place with which to orient myself around, like home. But the monastery is gone.
We keep going downwards, our immediate purpose is finding an answer to the choker around Jessie’s neck. Delilah’s Choker. A cursed ornament I’ve heard stories about, I don’t know how it ended up here deep underground but I know for certain it’s slowly choking her to death. Maybe death would be a relief?
“Our hearts long for a return to the calm of nonexistence.”
We came across another terror today. A room with a pool of acid we had to jump across. Ellumin slipped and landed face down, burning off his skin. Jessie pulled him out like it was nothing but by then parts of his face was already gone! We had to go back, had to rest, had to take care of Ellumin. When we woke we did an inventory of our supplies, we’re running out of both food and water. It never ends, does it? Trif took care of the acid as we slept although she hurt herself in the process and ended up burning it all away in a fit of rage. I’m certain the flames she used were not part of her Druidic heritage, we’re all going through some change brought on by our surroundings.
Ellumin is usually strong in making decisions and still seems to have a clear idea of where to go. Though this has changed since he fell into the acid. He’s visibly in pain, raw flesh rubbing against his clothes and his face bandaged up. With him withdrawn and occupied with pain we now argue, a lot. Much time is spent second guessing both our purpose and direction. Jessie keeps going off with the attitude of a dead man walking, bringing us with her. She’s torn between the choker around her neck and finding a solution to the mist both above and below ground.
I remembered a passage from a book we found in the tower, or the ‘Hole’ as I’ve seen it mentioned. It read about the Gashur Mist and where it came from. Made no sense to me but seemed to give the others some understanding.
They keep asking why I know Undercommon yet do not seem fully satisfied with how I came to learn it at home in the Monastery. I don’t understand Ellumin's suspicion.
We found a hole, a proper hole. It was huge and nearly bottomless. It had been used to dispose of bodies from before, hundreds of them, maybe thousands. I saw part of the cruelty going on in the tower, is that was can be considered true evil?
We’d decided to climb down. We were well off until we fell - and kept falling - and falling. We fell for what seemed an eternity and seeing more horrors in rooms carved out of the rock surface as they passed before our eyes.
“Never follow hope or turn to promises of success, the dark is a time to act, not to wait.”
When we reached the bottom we slowed down by some magic of Ellumin's as he kept playing his lute. We landed on bones, lots of them and they were picked very clean. We soon found out why as a creature came at us in the dark with jaws open wide. I started fidgeting with the rope that tied us together for the climb down but the others had killed it before I even got the knots untied.
Trif call forth a beam of moonlight that burned the creature. It felt unnatural for moonlight this deep underground and it unnerved me. I don’t like the moonlight and I’ve started coming to terms with the darkness around me as it presses in from all around. I’ve started feeling comfort in it. It’s completely different from the night above ground, more intense, a more complete darkness. It reminds me of the prayers at the monastery.
“Surround me in Darkness and make others suffer the same, for I am sure to persevere when they cannot.”
We found a small road down here and followed a traveling cart at a safe distance. Eventually it reached a high wall with torches placed outside, illuminating people of all kinds of shapes and sizes.
We’re approaching them in hopes of finding shelter.