In the ruins under the city, we found an old Dwarven Temple. Something bad must’ve happened here, because the whole building just felt wrong, like… Evil almost.. and it was crawling with awful undead creatures. One of the must’ve been a priest. He was chanting something in dwarven… And I realized that even with all of my language studies, I’ve never gotten around to that one. I really wish we could know what happened to this place, but I guess we’ll never know.
While we were fighting, yet another ghoul came from out of nowhere and almost killed Aravashnial. Luckily, Anevia saw it coming and struck it down. We have to be more careful. The monsters were very scary, but we managed to take them all out without anyone being hurt.
Afterwards we looked around a bit, and I was struck by the idea that the basin full of clear water near the entrance to the Temple might be holy water. I used a bottle to carry some back to the altar, and we used it to clean the dark marks and scum away. This seemed to be what was needed, because the awful feeling lifted and a peaceful one replaced it almost immediately. We’ve decided to stay a while and rest. We don’t know how long it will take to get out of here, and this is the first decidedly defensible place we have found so far. I think it’s a good idea.
I am so tired… It’s so good to just sit down somewhere safe. I’ve been preparing new spells, and to have a good feeling about these ones. They should be helpful to us. I’m almost done, but I think I’m just going to close my eyes for little while…