(8) Goodmonth 23, 582

• After dealing with the undead guardians the group moved inside. They were confronted by more ruins, and the center of this cavernous room seemed as though it was blown open and there was a noxious green fume drifting from the hole.
• The group inspected the area finding a small room seemingly a sleeping area long past of some kind. Unfortunately the area wasn’t uninhabited. There were more undead here, similar to the previously encountered undead.
• Unfortunately the group was a little over confident coming here and not being prepared for one of there number to fall. Eligos fell in combat, and they weren’t prepared with the means to bring him back from the otherside. While Donnor can cast the spells, he didn’t have the prerequisite items to cast that spell.
• So after entering the next room, and fighting the undead in there, Barnin and Donnor decided to leave Eligos in the small library that they had just cleared out. Being the book worm he was, his soul should be at ease there. They were just hoping to find the means to bring him back here in the ziggurat.
• After clearing out the area Barnin and Donnor were induced with another vision. This time they saw a human man appear at one of the desks nearby. A strange gray-skinned humanoid creature with six arms stands at his shoulder. The man studies a collection of worn and pitted bronze disks arrayed on the desk before him. Faint etchings adorn the plates, and it seems as if the alien figures and symbols writhe together at the behest of some sinister will. The gray creature points to one of the plates, and a look of sudden comprehension blooms on the man’s face. The man, the creature, and the plates then fade away, and are gone.

(8) Goodmonth 23, 582

• After taking stock of the situation the group scaled the seemingly seamless wall that surrounded the ziggurat. Once the entered what would have been the ancient city the group saw a vision…
• The ruins of Kuluth-Mar seem to be suffused with a strange taint that hovers just beyond the edges of reality. Like an oily stain spreading over a pool, a vision wavers in the air. Within the tainted energy is a man seated on a great throne made of green stone. He wears ornate plate armor, and a black circlet rests on his brow. Both the circlet and armor are adorned with silver symbols – an overlapping skull and scythe. The vision expands, widening its scope to reveal that the throne Is located at the apex of the large ziggurat and in the shadow of the spire. The spire itself gleams with flashes of white light, and at its peak is balanced a fifteen-foot-tall black stone monolith shaped like a trapezoid. Around the ziggurat spreads a thriving city, its streets paved in white stone, its buildings painted and whole. Thousands of figures have gathered in the large open plaza that surrounds the ziggurat, all facing the figure seated at its center. Their cries are a rhythmic chant, surging like waves on the monolith’s shore. As these cries rise in volume, threatening to shake the jungle apart, the vision fades and is replaced by the ruined city of today.
• Again, against their better judgement, the group continued forward. Once inside the ziggurat, the group realized that it wasn’t vacant, it had guardians.
• After dealing with the group of guardians the group continued to push forward and explore this haven of evil.