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Expedition 16 - Amos' Account

High Bishop Lysethe,

My continued stewardship of this band of adventurers has proven both divinely protected, and harshly testing of my faith. We sought to convince the Baron of the coming threat I had witnessed with my own eyes, but he was rather hesitant upon the grim news. He instead sent three of his scouts with us in order to confirm the threat, and allotted us a larger boat (and braver captain) to support the expanding party. With the three scouts at our sides, and the return of the mighty Hats, and pious Artzua we departed for the keep.

As we descended down to the runic room the sword had warned me about we encountered a wild eyed dwarf madly swinging an axe around. The dwarf unfortunately proved unreasonable and after our dwarven companion translated his screams, we charged after him to attempt to avenge his fallen allies. His vengeance inspired my blows but the awe would not last, for before I learned his name he was decimated by the undead he sought to kill. Worst yet our brave fighting companion Gregory did not survive the battle. All was not lost however, for Concincia proved as powerful as promised, and with her in hand I was able to dispatch an accursed undead wizard who sought to kill our party. Artuza proved once more that divine providence outshines untailored skill as well when she rushed valiantly at the reinforcing undead, frightened the corpses back to their horrid lair, and bashed the head in of the other necromancer. Hats sustained a grievous blow but the holy braids of his beard and his hearty dwarven constitution saved his life, even if he did not realize the importance of his beard. 

With victory enshrined, but losses sustained we met with one of the scouts who agreed to descend with us into the keep and discover where it connects. After we served out righteous justice to the fleeing undead we continued further inwards, rediscovering a doorway which Rarder and Hats recognized. Beneath the doorway opposite of it a magical light shone beneath the cracks, but we thought better than to investigate it. Further in the hallway we came across a most unholy place, one which I fear the unholy forces that are infesting this place with unlife may hide behind. It was quickly revealed when our dwarf companion Dalgarn poked his polearm through the wall to reveal it was an illusion. Again however we were wounded from the fight and sought the better part of valor swearing to return here when we were prepared.

Finally we arrived back down to a location familiar to other members of the party, and in it a magnificent statue of a winged woman wielding a sacred blade. To my surprise the statue spoke of elven treaties, and demons of a bygone age! We struck a deal with the statue after a brief discussion, agreeing to bring them proof of the fallen civilization in exchange for the statue lending us it's blade in the vanquishing of the unholy forces which lurk above and below redwood manor. We began our leave of the keep, but were ambushed by giant mole creatures with vicious mouths and blazing speeds. Our new scout companion Staniel covered our retreat without hesitation, but was unable to make it to the door before being overwhelmed by the deadly moles. Our spirits were tarnished, not even a great victory over the dead could raise them. For what is a victory if not the weight of those who gave their mortal lives to ensure it? I have little time to ponder these thoughts as we plan our next delve into the keep, and to seek out proof of the fall of the elves.