Hogar’s Journal (Translated from Giant)
Year 781 of the founding of the City
3rd Day of Meloramensis – Part I
Thunderspire Mountain
Another half a day
of mud streaked slog brought us to the base of Thunderspire Mountain. The peak is aptly named. Over the course of the day rain clouds gave
way to a watery sun, its light scattered across the landscape by aqueous
diamonds that clung to every fallen leaf, every plant and every stone. This vision of autumnal sunshine did not
extend to the mountain’s peak. An
ominous halo of dark clouds streaked by lightning frowned at the valley below
and promised further watery torment before we reached our destination.
Sure enough as we climbed the mountain the weather turned on us
again. First a fine mist permeated every
inch of kit and equipment. Gradually
this developed into a torrent of rain bringing further gloom to the grey
mountain side. As the temperature dropped
with higher altitude so the rain became fist sized hail stones that sent Dief
whimpering off to trot amongst rocky outcrops to avoid the worst of it.
Eventually we dragged ourselves to the summit where we encountered a
pillared gateway. At least fifty feet
high it was not constructed of block but
had been carved into the side of the mountain itself. The pillars either side of the open doorway
were adorned with runes. Minron
recognised these as being of minotaur origin but could not translate them. We passed through the gate and the steady roar and whistle of the mountainside
weather faded to a heavy silence punctuated by the echoes of our footsteps. Shortly the tunnel branched off in four
different directions. Each tunnel was
roughly the same size with nothing obvious to distinguish it from its
neighbours. A closer inspection showed
that the tunnel on the far right-hand side showed more evidence of traffic
having passed through it. With nothing
else to go by we headed in this direction.
We trudged on in the half light of the tunnels. Minron and the mage Rodney struggled to see
with so little light. The minotaur
placed a hand on my shoulder and the mage placed a hand on Glen’s so we could
lead them onwards into the gloom.
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