She could feel the heaviness of sleeps’ embrace upon her eyes as she slowly fluttered awake. The stone she was resting on was cold and hard, which chilled her the bone. Something wasn’t right, she knew she had gone to sleep in the sweet embrace of a bed. Why was she on a stone floor?
Aubrey sat up swiftly and glanced around taking in her surroundings. She was in a large chamber and the rest of her new group of adventurers were also in the room. The odd thing was that they were laid out in a form of a pentagram. No one knew exactly what had happened.
As we began to move about we noted that there were whispered and hushed voices on the other side the single door that was in the room. The language was unknown to Aubrey but it didn’t sound good. Long story made short we found out that they were goblins on the other side of the door. They had been employed by someone they referred to as The Master.
It seemed that the Master was away and they did not know how we arrived. As things got even odder a floating skull that spoke to us arrived. We explained on how we had fallen asleep and yet found ourselves here upon awakening. Our new mission seemed to have begun.
Search out one called The Forsaken. Why? Because he was the one that knew where the keys to the portal doors were. It seemed that floating skull could not remember where they were and stated that The Forsaken would have a set. Well, the Forsaken is an Andros Sphinx. It was going to be our job to find him and get what we needed to get home. What a mess.
On our travels we decided that we would need a place to stay in this very odd city. I state odd city as it was not normal. The ground was the sky and sky was the ground. It was like a giant sphere that we were trapped inside of. The stars were nothing more than lights of other buildings.
We found the Sphinx and he was about as helpful as a bag of rocks on a drowning person. He gave us a cost for the keys, but no one had the beer that he wanted. Off to the tavern we headed. The tavern wasn’t any more different that most taverns that I have manage to visit. The dwarf that ran it was actually kinda handsome. But I stray in my thoughts. He was also one to employ adventurers such as ourselves. Having a bit of coin would not be a bad thing at this point in time.
Time passed and we had a bite to eat and drink to fill our bellies. Our bard sang a song, but it seemed that a few patrons were offended by the content of the song. Now we needed a place to rest. The temple was where we were going to try and seek refuge.
As we began to hunt for Berronar Truesilvers temple, we encountered the disgruntled patrons. We were attacked by a large group of what ended up being half dragons. What a way to impress Bahamut. It seems the dreams are getting more involved with dragons. I still keep my faith to Berronar Truesilver despite my odd sense of being tested.
We fought and with great effort managed to be victorious. I get a feeling that Tiamat is becoming very unhappy with us.
Berronar Truesilvers temple was a humble home in the temple district. It seemed that the High Priest had been gone for several years and only an alcolyte was maintaining the premises. I was proud of the group as everyone pictched in to help restore the temple and slowly but surely we filled the guest chambers with furniture and beds. This is where we were going to rest and stay for the duration.