Expedition 19A - Rarder's Account

Downpour camouflaged our approach to the Bone Keep. Our minds are set; our resolve as firm as the finest steel; we stop for nothing on our voyage to the statue.

Uneventful descent, a familiar cavern with unfamiliar flying slugs; we explode them and recover gems from the largest. Battle-priest Amos masterfully obliterated the one latched to my arm.

Statue seems shocked; a realisation of civilisation's long demise starts to set in. A final demand comes: bring me a book, or written reports, from the Tower of the Constructors.

I'm ready to leave, but Amos insists on a detour to the magical doors we left untouched. He'll pry them open, whilst I greet whatever comes out.