D&D Today: Part 6

The Journal of Gars Sithersay: Golden Guardinel of Garland's Guardians


Day 100

I have yet to come to terms with the events of the last month. Having just arrived back to my room at the keep in North Blackston, I will try to dictate what has transpired.
Shortly before arriving at Grumdorak Pass Keep, we were beset by what I now know as a gorgon, a filthy creature with the ability to turn living things to stone. Unaware of it's ability, I charged into battle with my comrades. Despite going over it again and again in my mind, I am still hazy on the details. I remember a fog I think, and then a bright light, as if I had walked outside from a dimly lit room.


Still unsure what had happened, I looked around and saw what appeared to be a wizard standing amongst my friends near a statue. The wizard was mumbling as he waved his hand in front of it. I go numb when I think about what I saw when I looked beyond the wizard, more closely at the statue. It was Stalos. Reared up and about to strike, the noblest creature I have ever known had been turned to stone, and through the fog that was my mind, I realized that was what had happened to me as well. I look pleadingly at the wizard as he turned around, but he only shook his head an offered his condolences.


Again, things get fuzzy. I know I fell to the ground, looking up at Stalos, people rushing towards me to see if I was okay. I can still hear the wizard's voice saying he'll have Stalos moved to the graveyard at Grakheim Vale Keep to be amongst the other honoured dead. Stalos was dead.


Everything between that point and now is drab and washed out in my mind. We found that undead had over run Grumdorak Pass Keep. I should have been shocked by that, but only felt a dull acceptance. With a stop at Grakheim, we headed home. More gnolls and other creatures besieged us on the trip back. Gargan of all people, with his carefree nature and hunger for life's pleasures suggested I train, to work off my tension, my emotions, my anger. One of the best ideas I have heard from him, and despite my foul mood I have a new found respect for the dwarf. My training begins on the morrow.

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