Date: 9 August 2025
Chronicle Day: Day 133
Abercrombie’s recollection, frae the professor’s notes tae the bones beneath the village.
Dart’s book—the one he pocketed—details the experiments conducted in the cave.
It begins legibly, then spirals into incoherence.
Successes. Failures. Room for improvement.
Mentions “the lost one.”
The author? Known only as the professor.
Madness, maybe. But method too.
Half a day’s travel deeper, a cavern opens, 60 ft. ahead.
We follow the left wall—a 40-foot drop to the right.
Rudy and Throsh hear flappin’.
They caution me tae hold.
They lower me down.
Winged Kobolds—an old foe.
Ten o’ the blighters.
- Rudy and Kaz pop the first couple
- I take one
- Ryn gets creative—fires one wi’ his Bollocks
- Kaz, the big target, gets hit hard
- Rudy stems the bleedin’
- I skewer another
- The rest fall
I take a pair o’ wings—leatherwork awaits.
I climb down.
Two tunnels:
- Left: 40 ft. wide
- Right: leads toward the northern samps/marshes
Other tunnels branch tae Prospect, Guruwilling Swamp, and beyond.
We’re in a hub—a nexus.
We choose: Throsh’s village.
Watches set:
- Ryn and Throsh: first
- Dart and Kaz: second
- Rudy and I: third
Then came the cockroach-like creatures—Rust Monsters.
We kill them, but not without cost.
Dart loses a dagger.
Next day, 200 ft. deeper, a hole in the wall—a nest.
The tunnel begins tae incline.
We’re headin’ back toward the surface.
Five days pass.
Then, a cavern—walls lined wi’ bones, mixed species.
An Otyugh lair.
It mocked us as we approached.
We fought. It died.
The tunnel continued upward.
Light, 30 ft. ahead.
Kaz climbs out first, helps the rest.
It is dusk.
We are in Throsh’s village.
“The wings fell. The bones whispered. And the village waited in silence.”
