This is me writing.
You can bet for sure this is bad time for most of mine. But I’m dwarf, don’t expect poetry or fine prose about the bad times.
I’m just mumbling my thoughts, exercising my runes, don’t let the brain mongrel.
Now I’m resting waiting my fellowship to compose. Again I didn’t had a hit, but Ragnor Ragnor Ironbrew and the elven sneaky ranger Andariel Andariel Nailo (Nightbreeze) get it pretty bad.
The woman in charge of this madness was a cultist of puahj an evil chaotic god who cares about even to learn the names, may they die all in Torag glory. You can tell they worship this gods when you see they use glaives, who use glaives at this time, they are so second crusade.
But we found a pretty good piece of furniture, sword or hammer who knows, holy crap of shit, the thing changed when my lord pick it up! We’ll need to study it, I saw greed along my fellow companions so corruption may be there.
We were just cleansing the thing around, we need to get back soon and help the falling city, but lot of mongrel men in the cave, 9 upstairs with 2 cultist, a giant lizard pet and the treasure chest, and 6 here downstairs whit this sneaky mad evil woman. She even tried to escape with an obscuring misty killer fog, an invisibility potion and a lot of other mad stuffs, she paralyzed Ragnor and Anduniel, but Torag was with them, of course I helped to do so.
The medic Threkil is doing good, he heals and prays his god and bother to get to fresh air quick, he probably has a secret agenda, but he managed to survive and be of some help. The other one, the little one Kilo, it’s starting to be useful, maybe there is a reason that Torag tolerate them on Golarion.
Again we prayed for Kenny Kenny, he disappeared in the sneaky fog to never be found again.