The next several minutes passed as the party searched the Forgotten Temple and the glowing Seal. Tamnai assisted the gnome, who introduced himself as Proo Chromatospark, off of the altar and provided some food and drink so he could compose himself. Aelith, Carden, Rhogar, and Dyan’ette searched the chamber walls, pillars, platform, and eventually the twisted stone holding the glowing seal.
The group investigates the form frozen in the ice to discover that it is a human female. Proo announces as the group prods the figure, “That is Eerayda, the leader of our group…I mean…was, since all of them are now dead.” Seeing the inquisitive stares of the group, Proo waves the group over to the stairs he rests upon. “I imagine you have plenty of questions? I would if I were you. I can provide what I know.” The group gathers near the gnome and he looks at them with a sadness in his eyes. “We were a competent adventuring group, with plenty of success and coin to spend. Bando hired us to do this mission and we were eager to be back at our trade. We found that the first seals were breached, likely months ago. We investigated and destroyed the undead remains from those that likely came before us. Whether to rob the tomb or to discover its secrets, we did not know. However, our sources were depleted after the chamber filled with a score of undead resistant to even Tymora’s radiance. On our way back out, Eerayda discovered a hidden corpse and that damned bone whistle. She said that the whistle spoke to her and assured her that the seals were not enough to prevent the resurgence of the evil beyond them. She was always determined, but I should have seen this new swell of commitment for what it truly was, obsession.” The gnome pauses and wiped the tears forming in the corners of his eyes. He shrugs and then continues, “We returned of course and that is when the well of shadows took Llorah from us and even turned her against us as one of their own. My faith in Tymora prevailed, but too late. We thought to turn back then and there, but Eerayda convinced us that to avenge Llorah was the clearer choice and we must determine if the next seal was intact. We found the door along with its seal at the bottom of that pit burnt open by acid and Eerayda admitted that her negligence in targeting the shadows cowering near the door had done so. Gurt, our strategist and muscle, suggested that we retreat until we could speak with Enth again. I think he was worried about Eerayda, but would not openly admit such. She had saved us all in the past and we never had a reason to question her before. Alas, she wanted to find the next seal and advocated that it should be it be intact and then we would return to the surface. Devarist, our elven rogue, simply smiled and took the lead again searching for traps. She was correct! We did find the seal intact upon a stone door in a circular chamber.” The gnome pauses as if finding courage to speak his next words, “That…was where…I failed them. Devarist had cleared the room of traps and Eerayda was studying the seal. Gurt paced impatiently and I was tired and became careless. I simply leaned against the wall near the entrance…and…they paid the price. As a spear slid through my thigh, I watched in horror as Devarist was pierced through the head from behind and then lifted by another shaft through his torso. Gurt was hit also, impaled through the abdomen and lifted a few feet above the ground. I tried, you have to believe I tried to get to him. I could not get free of the damned barb and even the surge of healing I imbued to stay conscious was not enough to allow me to get free. I could see Eerayda making her way to Gurt, but he was pinned as well. She winded through the chamber and joined me as I was slipping. Her magics freed me, but then something rippled as if another trap had been sprung. I faintly remember her carrying me back toward Gurt. With fear and panic in her voice, she told me that if we stayed in the room, we would die…we would all die. I vaguely remember Devarist shriveling as a slow wave washed across him and I had to turn as it touched Gurt. His screams simply lessened and then fell silent. I was certain we were dead, but awoke in a dimly lit room full of crypts. Eerayda was sobbing and looked defeated. She just kept saying that we were betrayed, that she was betrayed, and that she had betrayed us. We tried to rest, but something came at us a few hours later. The grinning parched faces of death long lost to our realms took us. The smell of their old leather mixed with putrid scent of skin claimed by death. The only other memory I have before the torture upon the altar was Eerayda shrieking over and over. She kept repeating ‘Why do you abandon me now, why do you abandon me now?’ Then Tymora called to me, take the chance, follow the light even when it burns. So, I did and here I am.” The gnome released a heavy sigh, then made a half-hearted attempt at a smile.
Dyan’ette was able to determine magical auras within the room. The most powerful was the seal swirling within the blue radiance above the stone foundation. The frozen corpse of Eerayda bore Bracers of Defense and a scroll tube with a scroll of Evard’s Black Tentacles. Proo offers Tamnai her Blessed Cassock as thanks for reviving her and allowing her to look upon the realms again. He insists and states that he plans to take a prolonged sabbatical from the adventuring life and seek Tymora’s path in less dangerous endeavors.