Excerpt from Emry Felleafe ’s journal
Field research notes: As Shephard, Leonard, and myself studied the antechamber several things became obvious. This buried temple has something to do with more then a single god. There were several older and less known gods. One in particular, Ayailla (eye-alla) was featured almost always with Pelor. None of us were able to recall much about Ayailla except her name. I must find a decent library and study more.
There was only one scene of Pelor that did not include Ayailla. That was a large door seeming to be the only other way out of the antechamber. The lack of Ayailla here feels almost ominous. I do not know who this goddess is but the builders of this temple thought she should be with Pelor, at least until you enter deeper.
The door appears to be locked by some sort of mechanism.
The rest of the team interrogated the half-snake monster. It turns out that Doth speaks his language. Unfortunately it speaks ours even though it refuses to speak ours. I want to loose it and give it a sword and see my blade wipe that smug look off its face. But that would be too much like celebrating victory, and I have no intention of letting down my guard.
They also recovered what appears to be a brass key from the creature. The key looks as if it would fit into the ominous door. A chill crawls down my spine when I see it. We deiced to keep the key a secret.
Again the thought is to let this vermin loose so I can kill him in fair combat. Again my urge is subdued.
This vermin was part of an organized militant force. When questioned initially he only gave his name, rank and serial number. He is Acolyte 0383. Damn this means more of them with real force. Fortunately we believe he was coming here to open the door for the first time.
It is funny to see that there is a cycle here. The snakes were returning from celebrating their supposed victory over us “apes”. Pelor shines the light on my foolishness, that led me to him. I believe this is a sign that we will bring more people into the glorious sun.
Leonard spends all night studying the antechamber. Marith, and myself stand guard. (It does puzzle me how humans accomplish anything in their short lives since so much of it is spent sleeping. Leonard seemed not to need much, I wonder if there is elvin blood there?)
We arrive at the dig sight / town. It is a busy town with more races passing by me in five minutes then I have seen in my entire life. I believe I have seen every manner of person conceived by the gods.
Shephard and I realize the danger we are in. It is likely that the militant cult has a base of operations in this town. So we launch a plan to get some attention and weed out the snakes. Doth and I are to march the cultist to the Dig master, through the street by sword point.
Shephard, Marith and Rhogar will watch the crowd. They are looking for anyone who seems to know what is going on and instead of showing interest in the spectacle runs to inform someone of what is going on.
Doth and I draw attention and our march becomes a parade as beings shout out “monster” at the creature we escort. The irony of some of these beings calling another race a monster is not lost on me, and I whisper a prayer to Pelor that their hearts are illuminated and find their way to the warmth of his sun.
The dig master is a man who acts as if he runs a military, but has grown soft from a post which feeds him too well. Though he does appear to have a sharp wit and a disciplined crew.
He informs me that only Shephard and Doth rank high enough to actually talk to him, though I am invited to sit in and listen. I understand why he would want Shephard but am left a little confused by the inclusion of Doth.
Shortly after talking with the dig master, Marith leads us to a whore house of some fame. He informs us that an old man left the parade and entered here suspiciously. After discussing a few ideas of how we can get in Shephard informs us that Doth has magic that will let him assume the shape of a rat. So we send him in and scout.
Here I believe Pelor guided us to be his shining light. In the whore house we found a group of exotic looking dark skinned elves. (I believe they may be desert dwelling elves.) They seem to follow a lesser known deity. By all guesses this deity seems to be good.
One of the servants of this cult was an attractive dark skinned elven whore. This makes me sad that they would ask one of their members to whore herself out in order to preserve their secrecy. Here I intend to help show this vision the light of Pelor, and a better way.
Their misguided choice of a hiding place is no more thanks to our misunderstanding of their intentions. Pelor’s light will guide them to a better place, where they should not need to hide like a rat.