Strange twists of fate. Strange choices. We returned to the cave complex yet again, only to find the undead lord, or rather some projection of it, waiting for us. He told a most unexpected tale, of the battle he and his allies waged against the forces from... outside, the forces of darkness associated with the sea.
A grim choice presented itself.
These undead mages are, however evil themselves, part of the seemingly worldwide war against the evil from beyond. This place had been built by that evil, and was now occupied by the undead mages very much against its will and in opposition to its power. Destroy them, and it would reclaim its place of power.
Given the eternal war of Lord Pelor against the undead, all seemed to pause for a moment and look at me.
We agreed to make peace with the undead ones and go to battle against the forces from beyond, provided that the undead mages ceased their experiments upon the Alfar children, and allowed the folk of this town to return to a normal state. They agreed, and noted that their most useful research - whatever that vile research might be - was complete in any case. Whether it be guidance from the gods, or a judgement of the character of this thing, I was inclined to believe it would keep its word.
Oh Lord Pelor, may I have made the correct choice!
For his part, the undead one agreed to provide us with a servitor as guide, and magic earrings to allow us to breath in the sea-flooded lower levels. We for ours decided we required a day to prepare and to purchase items needful for the journey, most especially a bag of holding or similar item to transport our weapons and armor through the waters unharmed.
And so it has been done.
As I write, I sit here again at the inn, read to set forth in the morrow.
May Pelor give us strength and wisdom, may we have done, and do, rightly.
*A*
Monday, October 12, 2009
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