Parchment With Scrawled Note

Parchment With Scrawled Note

This damp and crumpled parchment is clutched in the hands of a dead and rotting corpse.

It is written in what appears to be blood.

Karl was right, this place has to be the source of all the undead. Dimon says some ancient religions used undead as guardians, even those that followed the Powers of Light. All I know is, there’s a lot of strange stuff going on down here. Statues that look at you, ancient voices no one understands. Trogs and their unholy smell. After that last attack, I’m all alone. I managed to get away before they dragged me down.

Those bugs bit me so many times, I can hardly keep my eyes open. I managed to crawl up here and fend them off with my torch. Between the trogs and the skeletons, I don’t have a clear path back to the healing fountain.

We found a few ancient coins, but the trogs got our bags. Those others had the right idea, get in, get rich and get out. Too bad about their paladin friend, whatever his name was.

I don’t know if anyone will find this, if you do, bury what’s left of me. If the bugs or trogs haven’t eaten me.

Jori Quickfingers

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