Hey Snicky-doo. Been a while since I last saw you. I’ve missed you so much, and if you survived, that means Mom and the rest of the crew are still doing fine, right? Right.
Anyway, the last few days have been intense. We’ve spent the past four days fighting our way out of the pit we fell into. I’ve been travelling with a pretty odd group, as we were the only ones to survive well enough to climb out of the way. There’s Addit, a human paladin of Iomedae who’s still learning about the world outside of her theory, Dalin, a strange holy-looking man who praises Shelyn, and Artokus, a somewhat slimy human who’s constantly brewing up strange potions for himself and drinking them. In addition, we’ve met Horgus, as pompus noble who seems to be involved in sketchy things, Anevia who’s just the best, and Aravashniel, who I haven’t quite gotten a read on yet. They seem to know each other already. I wonder what they can do for us.
Yesterday, we fought out way to the surface from the mongrelmen’s home. The passages had become quite infested with a variety of creatures, including dretch demons, cultists, and cavefishes the size of men, called gar.
After our fight with the cultists, we discovered one of them – a woman that carried the holy symbols of Baphomet on her – had a letter on her detailing the plans that lead to the initial attack on the city. It listed three safe houses of these so-called Templars in the city of Kenebras, and discussed several important holy items and artifacts that they wished to corrupt. One of these was a magical sword that Addit had found earlier – it was apparently dedicated to worshipers of the Inheritor and had been hanging in the Cathedral of Saint Clydewell until it had been stolen. When Addit weilded it, it shone with a holy light. I’m interested in seeing what’s in store for us. However, I fear our next ste is to check the safe houses and see what remains. If only I could first see if my family is doing okay….