Journal of Lt. Tupper, Day 203-204a

Day 203
Ported in today. Chris came up with the idea of the 'traveling teleport,' in which the distant portion of the group covers the distance between the town and the cave entrance on foot during the day, and he conjures over part of the Izmir portion each night. It's very clever and it's given me ample time to study up on magic in the comforts of a major city. I don't think I'll mention this to the others.


Day 204
Last night we beat the multi-nostriled snot out of a hydra. It's not dead, but it's not moving anymore.

On our way through the cave, we found that somebody's been traipsing through there with less care than the Jangle Brigade: the tripline I found on a previous visit had been sprung. The temple is now covered in vines, interesting but not readily comprehensible. After traveling out of the valley through an old mine, we came out into another valley. This one has a fort instead of a temple, very exotic. Fort has only one entrance, no guards, no tracks to or from it, or any secret passageways in the surrounding terrain. Apparently there is a protective magical field in effect around it, but no obvious source (aside from the fort itself).

This was not to say we were alone. A monk made herself known by leaping out and breaking my nose in five places, and then what could only have been the illusionist started trapping some of the others in imaginary prisons. They fled before we could effectively strike back. Still, we're all alive and that's always good, though Ragnar is… angry and large about it. It's likely that the attack was merely a diversion to draw us away from the fort. After all, if they can move that fast, why attack us and get our attention instead of just fleeing?

We're going out now to check out the fort interior. If my journal ends here, I am likely dead. Return this journal to Brigadier-General A. Stuart at Point of Origin for a reward.