Welcome back dear readers! Glindy is back after her short hiatus, ready to bring you more of the adventures of Gustavus and the Pantsers. In last week’s issue the Pantsers had just arrived in Sharn chasing after the traitorous Tikulti and wicked Demise.
“Immediately upon reaching Sharn we were summoned to the Citadel to be debrief by Capt. Kalaes. Thanks to a zone of truth, and a bewildered Grovaan, we established the treachery of Tikulti and were set free to hunt down the vile miscreant. Grovaan set us on the right path to finding them by recalling that Yerra’s journal pointed to the Tomb of Ashurta as the focal point for a ritual to restore the Ashen Crown. We also learned that Prof. Gedd were seen the previous night in the company of armed men and an elf. Our contact in the cogs, the good priest Oolakki further confirmed that a party consisting of Demise and Emerald Knights had entered the tomb.
Resolving to finish this sordid affair, we asked Oolakki to gather a local militia to guard our backs, and so girded entered the tomb. The guardians left out front in the tomb consisted of unfortunate Morgrave scholars, undead and grafted with Kruthik bits, as well as a handful of soon very completely dead Emerald Claw agents. The remnants of the first party fell back to a second position, which we overran just as easily, and in so doing gained Tikulti as a captive.
Finally, after weeks of frustration and betrayal, we met Demise in mortal combat within the sanctum sanctorum of the crypt. She put up a terrible fight, bolstered by ghouls and the demented undead form of the good professor who had been turned some time ago. It was a terrible fight, with mighty blows exchanged on both sides.
First Konrad, and then Gronk fell to the vile claws of our enemies. Horrifically, their unconscious forms arose of a new volition and joined the attack against us! In weaving our dance of death we had to both avoid their ministrations while dealing carnage upon our true foes. Hard we fought, and bitterly, each blow thrown against the iron wall of exhaustion…
It was then, with a mighty swing of Ashurta’s Blade, that Demise became two, her head and her body separating for a final swan-song. Our victory, hard won, at last.
Her body cooling slowly on the stone floor, we ascended the ritual dais, and anointed in the blood of Goblin-Foes, we resurrected the Crown in its full glory. Its song of power, of history, and of triumph lifted our weary hearts and proclaimed our victory indelibly within our memories.
So ends the tale of the Search for the Ashen Crown.
[Unfortunately Tikulti, who we had bound up alive in a previous chamber escaped during all of this, and we also resorted to screaming for help from Oolakki and his militia just before we won, convinced we were all dead meat.]
Well, an exciting conclusion! I hope you’ve all enjoyed this tale from the early days of the Pantsers. I am currently in negotiation with Gustavus for a further adventure and will keep you appraised. Until then we will be fielding questions from our esteemed readers.
I’ve heard that the Panters kept the Crown with them for quite some time after their adventure. Shouldn’t such a priceless artifact have been given over to the Lesh or the Wordbearers immediately?
Well Peach, the Crown, once reassembled, is a sentient artifact, and made its wishes known to Grovaan that it should continue some time further in the company of the heroes who rescued it from obscurity. As you well know the Crown was eventually returned to Darguun, and what a mess that was! Perhaps it was for the best that it did not return immediately, instead leaving time for the various parties in that area to come to grips with its existence.