<zoom in on Drexxell...torn, ragged, panting...it is the darkest dark of night...Drexxell is scribbling with frantic hand onto a scroll, as 3 disparate artifacts are laid out before him in the light of a flickering lantern...>
"7 days...it's been 7 separate days in Dalnir, and we're not even done yet...
"Last night was our best and our worst night in Dalnir yet. The very stink of the place is on our clothes and in our food. But, as often happens, when the very bleakest outlook is on the horizon, a ray of light comes through the clouds. Such was our 7th (but not final) hunt into Dalnir last night.
"Last night, I nearly stepped over the portal to the throne of my Lord Bertoxxulus, twice. If it weren't for the voice of my good friend Xandamir calling me back each time, I would have been under the whips and brands of my Master. Curse and praise Xanda for the dilemma of choosing between that joy and the joy of living. But I think my time as a mortal must continue, especially with this unfinished business of The Visceral Dagger.
"Even now, I have spread out all I have found and all I know about this accursed blade. From notes found throughout the Crypt of Dalnir, I know how to find and even how to combine the fractured pieces of the Dagger. I see here the weighty Forge Hammer of Dalnir, taken from the undead blacksmith early in our Dalnir trips. I see also the Dagger Hilt, whose lore was revealed to me through divination as to be the Hilt of the Visceral Dagger itself, taken from one of the three Kly Imprecators who make their home in this blasted hole in the ground. We've seen his face often enough, but until last night, had not seen either of the other two.
"Then, last night, after my 2nd dance with death (which came after we foolishly attempted to kill the Kly Overseer himself, while he was surrounded by his minions), as our strength and resolve were waning, Talinoth made a most remarkable statement. 'I see faint Imprecator tracks....recent, but faint...there is an Imprecator wandering these halls'. It was late...we were tired. But friendship triumphed over it all as we stood up, brushed the dust from our clothing, and prepared ourselves for yet one more invisible run into this hole, to see if Tali could track down an elusive Imprecator. Talinoth painted on our camoflage, and in we went, straight to the first pit and dove in, smashing painfully into the shallow pool at the bottom. (We're becoming rather proficient at making this jump). With baited breath we waited...Talinoth's only word was "West". A WOOOT of joy went up, as we had long ago realized that a "West" Imprecator, tracked from the 2nd floor pit MUST be one of the 2 elusive *3rd floor* Imprecators. Down the next pit we went, maintining our camoflage. OUCH. [/ooc There are few quicker ways to give yourself 300 hp of damage than to jump the two Dalnir pits back-to-back]. Down to the 3rd, lowest, level of the Crypt and Tali says again "west", thus leading us back toward the Overseer's room where I had only recently tempted eternal damnation. In we went...right to the Imprecator's laboratory...but what was this? A Kly was blocking the hallway and I was the only one small enough to run past and see the Imprecator, nearly taunting us! There was no way around, and so Thunderhart sprang out of hiding, whacking at the Kly that stood between my 3 friends and the Imprecator. A few other fellows joined the Kly in death, and soon we 4 were running to the Imprecator room together. He was a tough opponent, but no match for our combined might and when he fell I greedily looted his corpse while Thunderhart dispatched his two lesser companions. Stuck deep in a pocket I found it...The Jagged Metal Shard...3rd of the 4 missing pieces of the Visceral Dagger.
"Then Talinoth said something that I'll never forget....'Guys...thought you should know...there were clearly two Imprecator footprints crisscrossing this dungeon before we killed that last one. There *can* be two Imprecators in this Crypt at the same time! This was news to us, and I believe we are the first to discover this fact. I'll make a note of it...
"Talinoth pulled out his crucible and evacuated us to safety where we were considering the possibility of taking on the last Imprecator, not knowing which of the other 2 it was. But at that time, Tali passed out, [link]dead to the world from exhaustion. I was all a-tither, and begged Thunderhart to stay for one last run. Xandamir sighed, nodded and putting some sort of whistle to her lips, blew a silent note. Not sure what this meant, I turned to see that Perisai, Xandamir's big sister was here, and said she'd help track down the last Imprecator, as Talinoth clearly was unwakeable.
"Thunderhart and Perisai then quickly downed invisibility potions, while I gathered shadows about myself, and we went in, only to find that the Imprecator was none other than the same one we've seen 5 times now, on the 2nd floor. We fought our way out to the teleporter, and that is how I find myself here, 3 of 4 artifacts in hand, bleeding, bruised, but resolved now to finish this quest."
<Drexxell pulls out a tome labeled "Mysteriis zu Kly inpassia Dalnir avec Artifactio by R.U. Pickman, Esoteric Order of Dagon" and opens to a paragraph stating 'There are rumors that the Imprecators have an internal power struggle and won't visit the Crypt if another Imprecator is currently on site' and makes a margin note "Untrue...confirmed by Imprecator tracks interpreted by Druid 5/6/2003". Then he passes out>
_________________ Drexxell , 71st GNecrOMancEr -- Wielder of ( ) Druul , 60th Troll Shaman ( ) + Wielder of and Driss, 51st Dwarf Priestess of Brell Serilis Dralia, 36th Erudite Enchantress
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