Arcane sanctuary is a pain in the ass when you do full clear of maps :/

Just as the sun was sinking into the haze, Abhaya spoke "I wont go back there...did you feel it, it reveals worlds, terrible worlds..." As her voice trailed, she began to fall.

By the time I had made camp, concealed in a deep dune, she began to stir from her sleep. I weaved a crude cover from palm leaves to settle her fever-ridden chills. I forget that I've crossed these astral boundaries many times; the first time deadens you to the core.

I dared only to drift in and out of slumber, but my own weakness finally overcame me. Dreams. Was I in Abhaya's, was she in mine? They seemed more real than ever.

Having vowed to watch over Abhaya, I awoke in a panic. As my heart settled with the ringing in my ears, I exhaled. Abhaya, had fortified our camp, tended to the fire, and now slept at my side for warmth.

This post was edited by PatheiMathos on May 18 2016 04:28pm

Within the dreams still so vivid in my conscience, I was given a sign. Though somehow I knew the way, we still ventured forth great caution.

There was little here now, but the remains of past kingdoms litter the landscape. Bones of great behemoths that could swallow a man whole lay in the ancient sands. I should hope these titans are no longer present in the flesh.

This was the edifice that beckoned me; but how was I to trust these visions. The old sorcerer could have planted the seeds of lies without great difficulty. We will search for wisdom in every crevice of this great canyon; and only once having suffered enough will we dare enter here.

Ha, foul wizard, I will not be swayed. The plan to search every tomb, as they appear to be, was sound and has already yielded some surprising artifacts.

I spoke at length with Cain; it was obvious to me that he has wanted to give me counsel for quite some time now. He speaks with knowledge that I must say has changed my demeanor towards him. I believe now that he may yet prove to be a worthy ally in this existence.

It was decided that I should put to good use some of the artifacts from the tombs. One was a wrapping for my hands that filled my veins with the rage of old kingmakers. Cain told me the small necklace was bound in ancient writ with the shield that I carried. I didn't believe him at first, but later when it was dark I could see that they radiated a flux between them. How can cold metal carry such an essence?

These tombs are filled with traps, but one such as I am not blinded so swiftly. A gleaming helm of glory was among the plunder, I was saddened that whomever was entrusted with it met their end here in this squalor.

The next chambers were benign compared to the others, we took a few hours to rest here. The harsh sun beyond these walls made it more advantageous to wait.

Nothing here but the undead, and dead proper. We have made them one and the same. There were some so far decayed not even the mages here could revive them.