The following morning, Dioptase told me many stories of his travels and trials he’d put himself through. A shamen by training, he traveled the astral sea seeking to rise in power. Somehow, the portal he was using to traverse the astral sea became intertwined with our own, and, seeing the opportunity, decided to join us in hopes of finding greater foes.
Continuing on our quest for the items to cleanse the temple, Shara summoned a glowing hand to help us choose which of the paths before us to best find the them. Proceeding through, we encountered vampire spawn, a venom eye basilisk, and a human. Driven mad by the vampires, we assume. Battling them, we were struck by several cards the human had on him. They were similar in power and strength to the cards Orsa’an had been finding along his journeys. Shara was knocked down by some kind of energy I’d not seen before, but our band of warriors pressed on, slaughtering the foes that retarded our quest. The battle didn’t go in our favor at first, Sir Oakley fell shortly after Shara. I blamed this initially on my lack of focus. My mind still seemed dazed from the trip through the portal Sir Oakley and I had taken. I had to force myself to refocus off the bag Orsa’an carried.
During the battle, Diaptase used some kind of spell I’d never seen before, which allowed me great ease in refocusing not only my efforts, but the strikes of everyone else in the party as well. After this, Sir Oakley was able to get himself off the floor and aid the rest of us turn the tide of this battle. The final beast, the basalisk, turned out to be easier to fell than was anticipated. A lucky shot from my new bow forced and arrow through the eye of the basalisk. Garen mocked me for what he called a crooked smile on my face. I knew not of what he spoke, for a moment after, I found my attention drawn once more to the bag. A yell from Garen, however withdrew my attention, and echoed the order to check the room for more. We found none, but found instead an alter of what appeared to be blood. Garen, brash and unwitting as always, dipped his arm deep into the pool of liquid, only to have it crawl up his arm, seeping into his skin. Sir Oakley lept to his aid, praying over him in the name of Bahamut. He found favor, and Garen was healed of some horrid disease after falling to the ground. Diaoptase chose to try his hand, literally, and scooped some of the siler-like blood into a pouch, and tied it closed, sealing it. For what reason, I still do not know. Upon searching the bodies in the room, we found a few precious stones, a powerful mace and several more of the cards we’d been finding.
During the inspection of the room, Orsa’an pointed out the dead human to be a cleric of Thera’dun, the Chained God. The dead man had notes, mostly ramblings, about ‘becoming one’ with his god. He also had strange stones growing out of him. We didn’t know what to make of this, so we pressed on.