These are the personal journals of members of the expeditions of the Great Downward Engineering Company into the realm of Rappan Athuk. These records may be incomplete, as not all adventurers may make it back to tell the tale of what happens down there.
Sharks and Stuff
Snookums and the Red Dragon
Shades: I weren't just garglin' sake for a day, weren't I? I mean, Aberdeen's finest rice piss occasionally got a burn to it but it ain't gonna make you see Rhombodazzle's amazin' manticore tapdancin’ circus if they ain't actually waggin’ their stingtails right in front o' you.
So yesterday the Great Downward did fall through the fuckin’ infinite skies o’ the Plane o’ Air. In a castle. And we did scramble outta a shark infested reef in a leaky wooden boat. And Kruin was a useful member o’ the company.
Oh and Snookums parleyed a suit o’ mystery armour outta a great red dragon. What in the great wobblin’ dewlaps o’ Tsathogga happened between you and that magic lizard?
Snookums: Ah... that. Well yeh see, he was scared of me.
[Shades scratches around the side of his head, where the ear holes are.]
Shades: Sorry I musta got down in my ears. I thought I heard you say that an adult dragon was scared o’ a little dwarf.
Snookums: This here wax seal on my armour is the symbol o’ the Thaurissians. A long time ago they nearly wiped out all o’ the red wyrms. Apparently this whelp knew enough about 'em to be wary. Once I noticed his courage flaggin’, I pushed and he yielded.
Shades: Thaurissian... that floatin’ Oracle skull and Agamemnon have both uttered that word here and there. Do we actually have even the slightest idea what they are?
Snookums: As far as I ken, they were a nation or a noble house, some 10,000 years ago. I don’t think there are any left, me’self excepted, o’course.
Shades: Right, so you are one o’ these Thaurissian folk, they ain’t just mistakin’ your face.
Snookums: Kinda... Remember about 6 weeks ago, I got a sending from Tsar and left to attend the funeral o’ my aunt’s niece’s cousin once-removed? Bleer was ‘er name. Lovely lass, always quick wit’ an ale an’ a story. Died the way a dwarf should.
..Well among her possessions was a rather fetching signet ring. Once I had joined the caravan back to Tarren’s Junction I had time to try it on. It fit well on my left hand, so I left it on. That night I had the most incredible dream. When I awoke, It was days later and I was on the boat back towards Zelkor’s. I was sunburnt, and my armor had this wax seal attached to it.
Shades: A bird would normally think this kind o’ suggestion is downright cutsnake crazy, but that bird ain’t ever had a day like the one we just scraped through. Do you think the dream your dear old Bleer’s ring gave you had any impact here in the wakin’ world? Like say, made you one o’ these Thaurissian folk?
Snookums: Y’know it might just be. The dreams I been havin’, I was part o’ an army o’ dwarves and elves fightin’ red wyrms in the desert. Some part of it affected our world, ‘coz I actually learned some new skills there and even came back wit’ new shields too! The second time I went back was more o’ the same wyrm-huntin’ and slayin’. I haven’t gone back since ‘coz we been busy here and I did nae’ want to miss a thing.
Shades: O’ course. Who’d want to go to glorious dwarven battle against dragons when there’s a dirty cave in the Stoneheart Valley yet to investigate? I like your spirit son.
So what about this suit? Ready to show it off to the Mouth o’ Doom’s nastiest, or is it some kind o’ ornamental piece?
Snookums: Well in mah expert opinion, it’s as good as the day it was forged. A lil’ dusty, but whoever made this would be offended if I didn’ use it! I still want t’ know more about the Thaurissians, however. And this enchantment that confounds our wizard concerns me. I think it best that I take the armour to Doren’s Hold and learn what I can. By your leave, o’course.
Shades: Fine by the boss, Snooks. The Mouth o’ Doom just sent us on one hell ovva ride and it might be best for everyone and my poundin’ headache that we spend a little time not scramblin’ for our places on this mortal coil. The treasure ain’t goin’ nowhere.
Agamemnon: I’d be happy to accompany you, Snookums.
[Snookums nods in agreement as he leans back. Silence falls on the Great Downward as everyone rests.]