THE WELL

Sir Frederic, Agis and the lizard fol shaman went down the hill. They agreed on checking if there was something in the well. Sir Frederic piled up bodies of Merrshaulky in the event that the toad resurfaced… but they would focus on trying to find out where was the snake god or is there was another way out.

Getting close to the well, they noticed that for moments there is a draft of extreme heat coming from inside the well. Looking into it, they can only see up to 7 feet down, after that everything remains in deep darkness. Quazky tied a rope to himself, as Sir Frederick decided to go down, followed by Agis. Shaman Quazky would stay making sure the rope would hold.

A few feet beyond the darkness, there was a light. It seemed that there was an arch right to the front, and then another arch with a lighted torch on each side. Beyond the second arch, there was only darkness. Sir Frederick went on to explore, going into the darkness making sure that there was a floor before stepping in. Both him and Agis felt an ambience of heat and dryness. The swift wind that would pass by at what seemed like synchronized moments would bring hotter air from down below. Perhaps hell could be reach down below… A few feet after the darkness, the visage clears up a bit. The place looks to open up as a cave, a small cave. Grunts and muted, raspy sounds are heard from a corner. Getting closer, the adventurers met with the dreadful visage of the man they came to know as Sandovor. In the shadows, he reacted to their approach throwing himself at them, his clawed hands open and ready to rip flesh…

Sandovor fell to the floor, in pain. He had giant shackles tying him down, binding him to the small, dark, dry, hot cavern. His naked body revealed some broken scales as well as wounds that were still bleeding. Sunken chest and protruding ribs gave the feel of starvation, and his dry, rugged dark skin could easily remind you of flesh ready to be ripped from an animal to be manipulated into leather works. He sneers, as well as he seems suffocated. Still, he tries to stand once more. Sir Frederick and Agis were shocked to find him there, trapped in such a way. Upon asking him why he was there, he smirked and hissed “Waiting for death”.  He raised his arms defiantly, tightening the links of the thick chain. A wave of wind with heat went in and he winced. Agys poured drops of water on him. Sandovor savored the drop as if it was his last one. The elf gave him the flask of water, which Sandovor gulped in a frenzy. Compassion overcame Agis’s mistrust of the wretched creature… He knew the evil that the leader of the Merrshaulk could do and have done… but he would not agree to death by starvation and thirst. He gave him more to drink, and rations. Sandovor lost himself in the improvised feast that was offered to him. Sir Frederic took Agis aside, and both discussed what should be their next step…

In an exchange of words, they came to an agreement for just being able to get out of the accursed place. Sandovor speaks for the survival of the Merrshaulky… their rites and right to be left alone. He is made to promise that attacks to abduct villagers from Marais D’ Tarascon will stop. He promises to keep his word, in exchange of the eyes of the serpent. He claims he needs the eyes of the serpent… Upon closer examination, you realize that his eyes had been taken out of their sockets… leaving him blind. Sir Frederick is not compelled to make any promises, but Agis gives hope for that. Sandovor replies with anger: “Bring me the eyes of the serpent and then I will no longer prowl upon your people. Of this I give my word. But I must have the eyes! He took my eyes!”. The adventurers released Sandovor from his captivity.

Sir Frederic tries to see if there was more following the rope down, but he slipped and was lucky enough to grasp the end of the rope. Darkness, extreme heat, the wind that would come… but nothing but darkness… He decided to go up. Upon passing by the arches, Agis and Sandovor follow his lead. Soon the trio made it out of the well. Shaman Quazky was startled when seeing Sandovor, but the others let him know they had a… deal. The shaman noticed the dark man’s eyes were gone… He tried his best to steer away from him, not trusting him.

The group decided to get Luc out trying to avoid the toad. Agis went on using the roots that made up the walls around the pool. He balanced himself swiftly, and silently, but upon reaching the main trunk and trying to climb it to reach the branch with the cage, he slipped. He managed to hold on to roots avoiding the mud, but branches broke and fall in the mud pool, and bubbling intensified in the area around the tree trunk. Sir Frederick had some Merrshaulky bodies ready to throw them to the toad, if needed.

Agis went on to walk on the branch as it was wide enough, opened the bamboo cage, and tried waking up Luc… Luc opened his eyes, extremely agitated and violently screaming on top of his longs “Liberte! Liberte!”. Trying to calm down Luc was almost unachievable. Agis mentioned how Brucian would love to hear about this, and Luc seemed to be able to control himself. They got out of the cage and started making their way back from the tree. Almost reaching the end, both fell into the mud. Sir Frederick tossed the bodies, so the toad was busy with them, and Agis was able to get out and take Luc out. Luc was beyond weak and kept repeating “Liberte”.

Running out of alternatives, they went one last time to the top of the hill. Shaman Quazky took two of his men over his shoulders. Agis took Kelar and one lizard folk. Sir Frederick took Luc and the last warrior lizard folk. Sandovor looked around, visibly bothered by the dryness and heat. “Not natural”. The shaman echoed that statement “Yes, we can agree on something”. Sir Frederick and Agis started walking towards the area they think that they arrived from. Everyone agreed there was nothing left to lose.    

Walking through the woods became hard to do because pushing against the bushes engulfed all of them, pressing on felt as walking into a barrier that would barely give in. Mists blurred the vision, disturbing the heat with a sudden shiver of coldness… In a blink, the small group stood in the chamber of the crocodiles… The walls were roots that glistened with moisture, the familiar rotten humidity of the swamp filled the air, and the floor… The floor was covered by the crocodiles that inhabited it, all of them whom have been slaughtered. Sandovor fell to his knees, screaming as he tried finding his pets with his hands… being unable to see, but much able to smell what had happened. Shaman Quazky moved on, asking the others to do the same. As they left the place they kept hearing Sandovor screaming and demanding: “: The eyes, you promised the eyes! Remember, you promised!”.