From the Diary of Kelvec Chickenthief
When our party activated the teleportation circle in the library of Kincep manor, we found ourselves in an ancient cave that was, judging by the intolerable cold, somewhere in the edge lands, though if it was the edge of the Navarrian face I have no way of knowing. We immediately discovered a very old Dragon skeleton, whom we assumed to be Vethtibercrix, my ancestor of perhaps millenia past. We found a family tree here as well that had dear ‘ol Vethy at the bottom, which shows that this ancestral key to the dark god’s prison has been handed down for a very long time.
While exploring the cave, we found a room that contained a old construct who was VERY RUDE. He failed to recognize both my ancestral right to this place and mastery of artifice construction. he even destroyed my flame heart defender, resulting in an explosion that was somewhat bigger than anticipated. I checked my notes, and apparently it was supposed to explode like that. Sometimes I am so brilliant even I don’t know what my inventions will do. With some help drom my friends I defeated him quite handily, and we moved on. I looted something glowy!
In addition to the annoying constructs, we found two more family tress which we suspect may be the other genetic lineages that those wretched gnomes are trying to kill or capture. One appeared to be largely draconic, while the other seemed to consist of half-elves. Each tree had its own set of teleport runes on it, and our Deva friend indicate that one of them might lead to the former lair of a lick! I should peruse my books to find anything that can help us “lick” him should he still be hanging around. We also found a tribe of kobolds, whose brains had been numbed by the cold to the point where they believed that Mr. Rude Construct was there god. I wanted to show them that it was just a construct, but I wanted to save my construction materials. Toma told them there God was dead, and they ran away.
Speaking of running kobolds, upon our return to the manor I suggested that we make tracks to my tribe’s home cave because a) We need to run and hide as gnomish forces are aware of home base and b) my family is a target for those thrice accursed gnomes! They agreed, and we hired a ship, but found ourselves being chased by another vessel. I constructed a bomb, which Thala (what a Goliath! If only she had scales…) attached to the side. Another brilliant plan that went off with only several hitches! Their boat is now sinking, and the enemy is getting ready to board. After I’m (and the rest of the party of course) is finished with them, they’ll wish they had drowned.
I did not find delicious grubs anywhere, but the weather continues fair.