Troupe

• Ethereal Moonroot, Elf Druid 1/Cleric 2
  • Meerga Kertes, Osraean Ranger 1
  • Koragos, Elf 1
  • Urhath Munchow III, Cyclovik Porter 0
• Eryndor Stormblade, Elf Fighter 1/Magic-User 1
  • Harabeth Farson, Osraean Fighter 1
  • Thomasina Kontoghiorghes, Cyclovik Thief 1
  • Kent Stevense, Osraean Porter 0

Casualties

• None

Lucre

• 2,000 silver pieces cut from mule stomachs
• 10 silver pieces
• Quarterstaff
• Mask of Perception
• A fine blue robe with gold stitching (125 gp, 20 cn)
• Maldwyn’s Journal
• Silver seal stamp (400 gp, 10 cn)
• Divine scroll (bless)
• Pair of gold spectacles (Spectacles of Deciphering)
• 2 sapphire eyes (each 620 gp, 1 cn)
• An arcane scroll (Levitate)
• A hefty tome, inlayed with cloudy blue stones: handwritten script (ancient Mitosian): any reader may cast Light, Magic Missile, Hold Portal from the book (as a scroll)
• Oval-cut emerald (350 gp, 1 cn)
• Cook Master’s Cleaver

Report

With new companions in tow, we drove our covered wagons up the long trail and arrived at the Silver Shroud Monastery by sunset. A tendrilous veil of grasping roots grew down from the covered bridge. We trimmed the growth with sharp missiles and slew a small pack of rabid wolves before bedding down in a grove near the canyon entrance.

In the morning, we left our mercenaries at the base and rose to the courtyard. Vines clogged the old well and stretched southward beyond a pair of slain mules, cut lengthwise, stuffed with hundreds of silver pieces. Kent and Urhath delivered the payload to the mercenaries while we explored northwards. Through a dry vestibule, across the hallway, Eryndor entered the expansive nave, concealed in his elven cloak. Four supplicating monks chanted in strange tongue before an enormous statue of a robed figure. At last Ethereal approached them, but, sensing their malintent, drew back from the crazed worshipers. A volley of arrows slew three where they stand, but the fourth died of his own volition, sending a psychic blast throughout the room, harming all. Kent was struck unconscious. The 20’-tall statue wore a silver mask. We devised a plan so Thomasina may remove the mask into our keeping, but beneath the protective cover, two sapphire eyes directed arcane beams at anyone in sight. Thomasina was saved by a quick yank from a rope around her waist, and we hid behind stone pillars, ducking and dodging between them. We replaced the mask so as to allow us time to bash down a locked door on the south wall. Two more monks arrived at the noise, but were quickly slain. We looted the abbot’s chambers beyond the locked door, solving a statuette puzzle to obtain hidden lucre. We smashed the head from the statue to retrieve the mask and now-dormant sapphire eyes, exited the room, and made north.

Here in the refectory, two monks threw bodily remains at each other in crude jest. A disembowelled corpse upon the table showed a familiar face- Brother Iago. We quickly slaid the monks. Another door suggested a kitchen beyond, with firelight, clanking of dishes, and a masculine humming. Eryndor opened the door and conversed with Brother Aeron, the deranged cook. Brother Aeron brought dishes of gruel to the table in the room outside, and at once we surprised him and restrained him. Ethereal used the helm of telepathy to devise the location of a secret room beyond a portrait on the west wall that Brother Aeron was aware of. The two elves located the secret door and pried it open by means of force- but not before 5 floating eel-creatures emerged from the dark southern hallway. These too we struck down with ease, and were able to then relieve the secret black marble chamber of its valuables. Content, we returned to Renth, Brother Aeron our captive, hoping to free him of his madness and learn more of the cursed monastery.