On our next day Niam lead us to the reputed area of the Druid but mysteriously he was nowhere to be found. The group also asked Arrol how he was staying awake and he responded that he was using an item of magic which actually sounded reasonable if it were not for the fact that Arrol actually did not sleep at all. His explanation although seemed to put the group at ease which in itself spoke volumes but no one really asked me my opinion and truly not that I really gave a care. Since seriously a Sun Elf or especially this Sun Elf has needs and believe it or not my entire new set of companions had rebuked my advances. Little did they realize what they were missing from someone shall we say trained in the arts of love and seduction. Seriously if none of them cared to aid a Sun Elf in his time of need that I would let them continue to wallow in their blissful ignorance let it serve them right I figured.
Even with our little detour we made it to the entrance of the reputed dungeon of the Elven Wizard/Rogue. Now while I was mapping and taking note on how to bypass traps and such as Arrol and Invelous overcame them or should I say actually Arrol overcame some things began to seem odd finally to even the other members of the group. Well to be honest Arrol seemed to be actually having no problem bypassing the traps and figuring out the codes needed to transverse the maze we had entered. Now add to that the he was talking to himself which some often accuse me of (I actually have and excuse I am often sharing my insight with my familiar the tiny viper Xavier) it became so distracting that eventually he informed the others of the truth.
It seemed that Arrol was a student of the mysterious Wizard known only as Lord Z of Waterdeep who it seemed has the ability to see and hear all that transpired around Arrol when he wished to. Well suddenly it was as if the group had found the leprechaun’s pot of gold at the end of the rainbow and Lord Z was the answer to all of their worries. So the mild nuisances provided by the dungeons minor golem inhabitants seemed to be only icing on the cake. Trust me I know as I make an unbelievable red velvet cake and my icing is to die for not quite better than other things I could talk about but it will due in a pinch.
Perhaps everyone became a little too cocky and to be honest I was busy focusing on the accuracy of the map and my sketches of the golems we encountered the next thing I knew we ran into an issue. Arrol fell into a pit that rose up and sealed up behind him in an instant. A few moments passed while we slowly continued when suddenly Arrol came up behind us and told us that he had fallen into a pit and been stripped of his magic. At this point if this were my mission I would have turned back but rethought the situation and come back better prepared but alas this was a mission being lead by Donavan the Pompous.
Or perhaps I was soon to learn in actually the Donavan the Master of Death who ruled with black bolts of destruction. For shortly after navigating yet another pesky trap the other open a door as Donavan, Falcon and I were in the back when suddenly we fell into a pit and were face to face with a man sized Golem intent on ending our lives. Don’t get me wrong I was not really mad at the creator of the place we found ourselves for in actuality we had been warned multiple times at different points and I quote. “Proceed not further for this way only leads to death!” But of course we had with us the Donavan and the oversight of the all seeing well except for that magic deadening pit Lord Z.
So to skip ahead to how Donavan in my eyes became the Master of Death let us just say between his black bolts of destruction, his healing of Donavan and the loyal vassal Falcon’s Sword the Golem was taken down. I was utterly helpless and would have surely perished were in not for the two of them. Afterward when I offered to repay them shall we say in a personal manner if they required so elated was I to have survived Donavan gave me a look of death the likes of which I had only seen every before in the eyes of my former Master Savaras on one of his darker days. He actually silenced me and pronounced that I was not to speak to him in the fashion to which I speak to everyone and from the look in his eye and shall we say an almost dark glow that seemed to awaken the very shadows in the very room in which we were trapped made me fear for my very life.
I really had no other choice this man was evil or as he might see it willing to commit any evil no matter how vile to insure his version of good was victorious. I had seen it before and I realized if I did do something fast I might never see it again. I hated to do it but I knew within myself resided a side of my personality that I had trained and honed from necessity and alright I will admit choice that could work alongside this Human. For while from hearing him speak before I thought he was more the kissing babies type but I had realized that in reality inside him slept one who would given the right provocation eat them gladly instead. In truth he had Vampire Lord written all over him and as I pushed my dominate personality to the back of my mind I reminded myself to stock up on some holy water the next chance I acquired.
It was my time to appear and find a way for us to survive yet another fine mess that Caspian had gotten me into. Yes I am Mister Thorn the cruel perfectionist and if Master of Death wanted an obedient servant than that was what he was going to get for at the moment he truly held all of the cards quite literally I his hand of destruction. So therefore I called him Master informed him I would no longer speak until I was give leave by his grace. Who knew perhaps even his loyal vassal Falcon had made a similar decision before we met but it mattered not for we could find no way out as it was beyond us.
So we decided to rest the night while the so called Master called upon his dark power to enable him to in the coming morning prevail over the iron prison room in to which we had been dropped. It mattered not to me upon whom he unleashed his dark power as long as it was not I. At the time I thought who knew perhaps I might even get a chance to make a little fresh baby stew with dumplings. I am sure he would love it I am sure he would just think it was chicken.
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