The well of the cursed coins led to the ruins of a Thassalonian tower, which we endeavored to explore and perhaps discover secrets both ancient and powerful. A thorough examination of the tower, with our new dwarven companion, Entekku, along to assist us, revealed that it had been created by magic and then destroyed some 500 years or so hence, and via some great internal force which burst from the inside up through the tower in such a way as to blow the floors apart. Carefully, decided to descend into the depths to see if we could solve the mystery of what happened that fateful day, and why (although dragon scales left in the debris gave us one clue already).
some sixty feet beneath the surface we wound through the tunnels, until we were attacked by a gang of very small humanoids throwing poisoned javelins – Jinxin, or some such things. Because they were so small, fast, an masters of camouflage, they gave the party fits, especially, it would seem, our half-orc friend, who seemed utterly flummoxed at trying to defeat them. Eventually, we were able to slay them all, but only after some considerable effort was spent doing so. It would seem they were able to traverse the tunnels through small holes in the wall of their own making, which aided in their quick appearance and disappearance. Once engaged in combat, however, they proved to be of little worth and were easily killed, but only if you could see them.
Far more difficult were the mounted kobald warriors riding cave lizards! After finding several blade traps, I was ambushed by two of them, who skewered me with their lances to such a point that I stood but a brief step along the precipice of forever – but on this day, luck was on my side, as well as Entekku’s use of our wand of healing, and I was revived enough to assist in the battle – which was a good thing, as both Ragnar and Snake were also sorely pressed by these foes. Together we were able to finally defeat them, although by the ed were were all well and truly tired and were forced to rest and see to our many injuries.
During the battle a number of interesting things were revealed: first, there was a very life-like statue of some kind of extra-planer creature, with 8 eyes, possibly held in some kind of stasis magic – as to whether or not this is something worshiped by the local inhabitants of the cave system, or something summoned and captured, cannot be determined at this time. In addition, there was a door covered in Thassalonian runes which our new Dwarven companion has taken the time to attempt deciphering. I must admit these runes are beyond my own capabilities, but the door seems to be an important discovery. Time will tell if the door, and its runes, have anything to do with either the statue, the cause of the ruins, the dragon scale, or the denizens of this dark, subterranean world. As always I shall report full and true our endeavors.