Discovered an abandoned temple near the center of the Lizard Marsh. It appears on a small island before us, a rectangular building capped with a shattered dome, and a faint orange light seems to shine from within. Could it be inhabited?…
Carvings and painted murals upon the walls seem to point to the worship of some sort of Sun God. Inside we soon discovered the source of the faint orange light, Fire Beetles, nearly as large as a good sized dog! About a half dozen of them crawling all about a stone alter nearly buried in refuse. The entry chamber is quite large with columns lining the walkway to the alter. Alter doesn’t seem to be the type connected to any of the elements, like the one taken from Cromm’s Hold, but it does have a small five-inch indention on the top that appears to hold some sort of circular object that might be missing? A faint stench that smells of rotten eggs pervades inside the temple.
Suddenly came under attack from a half dozen lizardfolk inside the entry large entry chamber, then more assaulted us from several connecting areas of the temple. Some minor wounds amongst the group but otherwise we survived, they on the other hand were not so lucky.
Continued the search of the premises with little problem except for one small chamber filled with Fire Beetle glands glowing in small niches carved into the walls of the room. A makeshift-throne sat at the rooms center and two man-sized lizards soon appeared from behind the throne. Disposed of them quickly after drawing them out into a larger chamber where our group could bring all our strength to bare. Soon after a scrawny, old lizardman made himself known from behind the makeshift-throne. He cowered before us and seemed innocent enough, believing that these lizardfolk were cursed, explaining that they were infested by some strange and well deserved disease. He informed us that a dragon loomed down below, and seemed to be a prisoner of this tribe, so Oswell set him free. He was very thankful.
Found several dead creatures hanging from nets in another chamber. A constrictor snake, two giant frogs, and a halfling?! Bat-like creatures seemed to be feeding on the halfling which appeared to be a rather fresh kill. What in the nine hells was he doing out here in these parts anyway?
One room in particular caught our attention, standing in the middle of one empty room was a badly damaged statue of a black dragon that looked like it had been torn from some larger structure. Dead snakes, rotten fish, and seashells were piled around the statues base.
Discovered a staircase leading down from the upper level to what appears to be crypts. The stench of rotten eggs intensifies as we descend the moldy staircase. I don’t recall this smell the last time we encountered a black dragon?… I wonder what it could be?
Down below we discovered a semicircular basin full of fresh water with a dragon-shaped waterspout protruding from the wall above it. Water spills from the mouth of the dragon into the basin. Very refreshing. We all refill our waterskins. But its what happens next that astounds us, as I drank the water my wounds begin to heal before our very eyes!
Inside one of the crypts we’ve discovered an enchanted mace! Moonglum was able to sense its presence in one of the sarcophagi. Further investigation and study revealed that the weapon’s name is Dragonthumper (engraved on shaft), and the mace is amazingly light weight. Its blunt head is adorned with stylized renderings of reptilian creatures. This could prove very useful indeed.
Found a room down here that appears to be for mummification of the dead amongst the numerous crypts. Dirty water seems to puddle on the floors of nearly all the chambers, but one room catches our attention quickly when one puddle suddenly leaps from the floor and attacks Badger! The rest of us quickly rush to his aid and quickly dispose of the gray blob, which apparently has strong acidic qualities, as the sizzle upon our metal weapons worries many of us. But it was Benus’ prayer that caused us the most damage as he called upon a fiery column from above to come down upon the gray ooze, only to cause the air around us to ignite in a great ball of fire. Apparently that rotten egg smell is some sort of ignitable gas. We feel lucky to be alive!
We’ve discovered another stairwell leading to the depth below, clay brick walls line the sides and a moldy stone-tiled floor descends into the darkness. It appears that the stairs span ten-feet wide and contain several sets of stairs that drop to short hall-like landings before descending yet again. The sound of rushing water can be heard from below. My heart pounds at the prospect that this sounds like the perfect environment for a Black Dragon…