A short foreword: In the past few months since I left Wyvernskull my life has been full of excitement. I have seen long dead corpses rise to life, huge sand worms whose sheer size defies belief, beings of pure silvery metal, ratmen, iron dwarves, four-armed fish things, and more. I have been pushed to my limits to support my friends; I’ve cast spells of destruction well beyond what I thought I was capable of, have healed wounds so gruesome as to border on necromancy, and have even drawn upon my own lifeforce to enhance my powers. It occurs to me that my life recently has not been that dissimilar to the fairytale stories which I read as a child, and might therefore be worth recording. Unfortunately, I do not currently have time to scribe my journey’s in their entirety, but I shall keep a journal of any strange beings I encounter; such notes may galvanise the curious minded and also serve as a functional bestiary when needed.
On the date of August 29th, in the year of 8961. The location is on the eastern edge of The Mournlands, probably in the Dead-Gray Mist area.
My companions and I are trekking from deep within The Mournlands with no supplies but the flesh and blood of 2 massive Mournland Worms and what water we can salvage. Long Story. As we marched through the day things started getting hazy. The effect was not immediately noticeable and when I did notice, I put it down to dehydration. Soon, however, the mist started thickening and my mage sense started going off like crazy. Then our subject of the day appeared.
A 10ft tall demon, dark crimson red in appearance with a well defined physique and some sort of hide armour. It’s wings were batlike in appearance and boasted sharp points at the bottom. The fiend also had a thick yet flexible tail and wielded a large ugly twohanded sword.
It attacked us, as befits it’s evil nature, and thus I observed. It proved to be even stronger than appearances would suggest, exchanging blows with my compainons and downing Su’jax in a furious flurry of blows. The creature used it’s wings, tail, and sword in a breathtaking combination of attacks, almost killing my friend outright. My lightning bolts did little to harm it and my companion’s swords seemed to slow as they hit. Fortunately, it’s eyes still proved vulnerable to damage and after some deft axework by my boss, Terry, we were able to stab out the creature’s eyes. It didn’t even scream.
We had not killed it however, and my magical intuition was vindicated as the creature, still on the ground and blinded, disappeared only to rematerialise some fifteen yards to our left, standing. I charged up yet another lightning bolt, hoping to slow the monster down long enough for my friends to kill it, and as I focused on it’s face my blood ran cold. I swear upon the pantheon, the creature’s left eye was almost fully reformed! It’s right socket was definitely not empty either.
Before we could fully close with it once more, the demon extended it’s wings (which may have been a good melee target), and flew off, obviously still reeling from it’s wounds. The most curious thing though, it left in it’s place a chest containing 500gp and as it fled, my companions and I all agree that we heard it speak in a sibilant whisper “Well done, mortals. For now”. These words worry me somewhat, for to attract the attention of such creatures is never a good thing. For now however, I am merely glad to be out of the Mournlands, with decent food in my belly and a proper bed for the night. One does come to appreciate such things after being on the road.