Between a Wall and a Sharp Point
May 7 1996 Session Summary
Our Tsolyani party decided to brave the sharp, poisoned traps of
their Engsvanyali ancestors as disposing of the Scales of Brown
sentries would be too easy.
Akhan boldly volunteered to trigger each trap so that the
others might pass safely down the corridor. Shekkara checked
Dlarku for concealed weapons while he checked her pain
tolerance, and Akhan's renyu discovered that sometimes having a
tail is bad.*
After the third trap, Dlarku became impatient with the party's
lazy progress and levitated himself to the end of the corridor.
Once there, he amused himself by performing a materials stress
test on the stone floor.*
The Scales of Brown soldiers returned from hunting tomb robbers,
only to discover that their map was correct after all. Brave
soldiers were ordered^H^H^H^H^H^H^H^H^H^H^H^Hvolunteered to explore
the corridors where they were speared by the poisoned trick spears
(we shall mourn!), but their noble deaths were not in vain as
they later permitted our party to escape down the hallway, away
from the soldiers, away from the sacrificial screams of the
captured tomb robbers, away from--ah, but I get ahead of myself!
Our party settled down to a cozy lunch in the shade of the poison
spears, listening in silent appreciation as the Scales of Brown
soldiers began to serenade their god with the Songs of Sarku.
When the soldiers began to sacrifice their captives to Lord Sarku,
the party decided that it was time to leave lest the near presence
of unbelievers cause distress to the soldiers, those Most Faithful
to Sarku.
Akhan and Dlarku had an eye-opening experience when Shekkara used
the Eye of Most Brilliant Refulgence. May the images they perceived
in this most transcendent moment be etched forever in their eyes!
Lady Ngaya sheltered the now-opened Eye from the harsh realities of
their dismal surroundings, allowing it only small glimpses of what
lay beyond her hands, while Shekkara most nimbly fetched the generous
gifts from their benefactors, the Scales of Brown.
Using the dead Scales of Brown soldiers to trigger the other traps,
the party then quickly took their leave to the end of the hall where
Dlarku and the Pit to Dark Unknown Depths awaited them.
In a show of foolhardiness^H^H^H^H^H^H^H^H^H^H^H^H^Hbravery, Akhan
leapt into the pit where he quickly made friends with the local
inhabitants. The rest quickly followed him, leaving behind the
singing Sarku worshippers and their ecstatically wailing sacrificial
victims and entering the underworld of the Bedjnallan era. May they
make their way safely and quickly and may they not meet the spirit
of She Whose Thighs are Silken!
Lo! Wrote this, Lisa Leutheuser, horse of The Most Beautiful
Shekkara Tlakotani, on this 14th day of May, 1996 Anno Domini.
