Heading from the Karrnathi camp near Loom Keep the group is stopped by Araphy, Bratthaw, and Hemlond, the trio of sell swords were searching the area for adventurers willing to undertake a task for Brendlin Orth of the Gilded Runners. The group accepts and are brought to a nearby mansion where they meet with Lord Orth and he explains the situation. A lighthouse keeper has shut off his light and as a result two of Lord Orths trade galleons have crashed upon the rocks. The task would be to go to the lighthouse and convince the keeper to turn it back on as part of the arrangement he agreed to with Lord Orth. Alternatively if he refuses to answer, to break in and light it yourselves. After surveying the group he throws in a possible bonus if they kill the lighthouse keeper and bring the head back, regardless of if he cooperated or not. The group talks it over and decided to accept the task. They spend the night at the mansion and visit the mess hall. When they ask about the lighthouse different people have different stories. That the keeper is a vampire, that the keeper is a wizard and that the area is infested with werewolves.
The next day Araphy takes the party just outside the area of the lighthouse and promises to wait for them until their return. The group surveys the tower and upon a failed attempt to open the front door opt for the window on the second story. Savrin climbs up the tower and upon reaching the window finds a note attached. The quaint rhyme it contained set off an explosion that nearly sent him tumbling, but his grip held firm. After the group enters they begin to survey the rooms. A bedroom, library, storage, and laboratory can all be found. Of interest they find a chest containing a helm and three bottles, a tome called the Manual of Effecient Invocation, a book that Samael believes could be the wizards spellbook, a crude map/drawing, and the lighthouse keepers Journal.
Below is the pages from the journal. As a point of reference the current date 2/19/998yk
My search for that rarest of mollusks has led me to the seashore caves located north east of Karrnath. My search unearthed not the treasure which I sought and still seek, but instead a brood of kuo-toans. Even as I stumbled upon them, I went unnoticed – for each and every one of those hideous creatures was transfixed in their gurgling prayer, chanting to their god and offering sacrifice in the way of looted gold. Some small research on my part and the application of alteration magic could produce most favorable result, though impersonating a god could pose a dangerous situation. Still, a most enticing prospect.
Research into the kuo-toan religion has proven to come not without cost – time mostly – for fifty gold coins to purchase a rare tome describing the avatar of the fish-like god Koa Matuu is but a paltry sum, considering the possible advantages.
My association with the kuo-toans has been quite profitable indeed, so much in fact that I have decided to build my tower over the vertical shaft which leads to the caves below. They call me “Matuuab”, which I understand to mean “the bringer of storms.” At last the time has come for my research to transgress from theory to practice, and I shall become pure energy, the very essence of magic.
The workers are near completion, though they leave early each day, an hour before sundown. Superstition and fear keep them from this area at night, if they only knew what I know.
The ground shook quite horribly today, disrupting a most costly experiment and setting back my endeavors some six weeks or longer. My greatest regret is that Munvaln is not due with provisions for yet another week. Perhaps this will give me time to theorize on the Equation Exotica.
A courier arrived today, delivering a message requesting that I meet the merchant Brendlin concerning matters of soliciting my services. As the experimentations have been costly, they must be put on hold for lack of immediate funds (though Mattuab shall soon make another appearance). I am interested to hear this business proposal from the Merchant Lord.
Brendlin himself did not come seeking an audience, but sent his lackeys instead, no matter, they have lined my pockets quite handsomely. The recent quake has toppled the nearby island lighthouse, some half-mile’s distance, and Karrnath has not the excess coin in their treasury to rebuild. The merchant wishes to convert this tower as an inexpensive replacement. My services will be rewarded with a monthly fee, and I am hopeful that this extra income will provide the necessary funds to see the experiments through.
The kuo-toans performed another offering to Matuuab today. A much needed, healthy bounty, the equivalent of five hundred gold coins, were taken as well as helm, though I have not had time to test for its properties. Four potions I also extracted from the kuo-toans, all apparently of the same make. When tested, I was imbued with the ability to breath under water. I have deduced by simple logic that an adventuring company equipped to explore the depths has fallen prey to a kuo-toan hunting party. Perhaps these adventurers had heard the tale of the Siren’s Prize and all the wealth that it contained, and came creeping through the coves, only to discover they were ill-prepared to pass those obstacles which obstructed.
Another failed experiment, this one quite costly. Perhaps I should consider selling the helm and potions.
I sent word through courier back to Brendlin – demand for a thirty percent increase in payment, or services will cease. The experiments have proven so costly as of late, the diamond supply running exceptionally low.
The courier has returned with payment of ten percent increase, not to my satisfaction. Payment was accepted of course, but the threat still holds.
Traveling to the cavern below last night, as Koa Matuu, I ordered an attack upon the Siren’s Prize and the riches it is rumored to contain. Such slaughter, thought I, upon seeing their bloody return – the war party numbering, but a fraction of what was sent. They spat tales of razor sharks’ teeth, and no less than four severed limbs amongst them conferred these testaments to be true. Perhaps I acted rashly in ordering the attack…
The group heads up to the lighthouse and prepare it for the evening as a storm blows in and winds and rain constantly threaten to keep the fire from going out. Meanwhile in the distance the group hears the terrible bays and howls of some horrifying creature. Greggorin catches a small glimpse of it when the lighting came flashing down and its great body dwarfed the horses they rode here on. The howling continues and the group readies for an attack, but none came. Instead a great series of crashing sounds came from beneath them and when the storm passed they found the first floor to be destroyed and great claw marks dug inches deep into the walls of the tower. Investigating the cellar they find a hatch, that could easily have been closed from their side, swung open revealing a tunnel submerged under water. The group heads back to Araphy to check in only to find the dismembered body of his horse, but no sign of him anywhere.