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Intriguing, a trap I'm certain. So be it, Abhaya and a I have vanquished many souls in this fetid place. I wonder if there are any souls left alive here.

These dwarved forms are everywhere, but this particular one must have been praised for some black magic. The dagger that I pried from his clutched fingers clearly belonged to another shaman.

Abhaya said shed had spoken to the one who lives beside the ziggurat, confiding she had wished to communicate with the dead sisters of her past. Perhaps now with this blade he can oblige a ritual.

Is it fear that drives us? Is it madness? I cannot know.

This encampment was no longer of the living, only the darkest evils of the jungles. Eaters of human flesh repulse even the strongest of constitutions. We will surely find horrors in this underground.

I wish the end of this place that I despise. High on the trees dark clouds gathered and great thunders made the walls shake as we descended. Slime and stone, snakes and bones, lit only by torches; that is our lot here.

The end has come for you -- foul lord of these depths. My blade went through his skull the way night pierces the dying days.

A heavier blade has come to my hands; all the damp and cold of this hidden place has enchanted it with new possibilities. Shining vessels here within revealed what I can only assume are the remains of a sacred mage; ones kept here to power the will's of insanity. Why am I compelled to collect these relics? I am become a witchfinder.

A powerful guardian rushed us with his slaves. There must be something of note ahead, as this prized artifact could never have been made by such a crude entity. I fear we may be venturing into treacherous lands.

We enter the lands of black masses; our bodies weary, our souls begging the mind not to enter. The fires here are still fresh; but the huts are old, cracked, and falling away into the earth.

In our bloodlust, I suddenly became aware that something is happening to us in this thinner air. We must return and remove the tendrils of this evil clawing its way to our cores.

Compelled to return to this desolate ground we plundered every morsel. I will bury this hatched deep into some demon's wailing spirit.

And this shield emblazoned with the mark of an eagle, one of the noblest of kin, will rest beside us in slumber. There are hardly matters more that demons fear than the eyes of ever-watchful eagles to shed light into their ploys.