this is the last journal of elias zardo barkeep of the deep place mine our defence
This is the last journal of Elias Zardo, Barkeep of the Deep Place mine.
Our defence failed. We had no protection against teleportation magic, why would we?
No one has survived. The beast, the vile creature that led the attack slaughtered my kin. Men, Women...
We never learned it's name, although the vile creatures it came with referred to it as the 'Gray Death' in Gnollish.
It may have been a Gnoll once, but whatever it has become is far removed. White, sightless eyes buried in rotting fur, the stink of it... yet the power it wields is unquestionable.
I heard the screaming from the chapel, my kin chose to pray for deliverance when it was clear axe and shield wouldn't save us.
I heard the profane and despicable ritual's that followed, I still hear my kin now, groaning, shambling around in the darkness.
The beast and his forces left a day ago, they have what they came for. The elven relic is gone, and all that's left is me and the undead that were my brothers and sisters in arms.
Great Foreman, this mine is condemned. Leave it to rot, seal it up.
Do not save me. Fear the Gray Death.
