(Prepare to have your mind blown by this one...)
Travel Log for "The Prisoners of Time" (Book 11)1: Spun through the deafening silence of the Shadow Gate. Staggered into the blinding brightness of the alien world beyond. Lost Random EP.
20: Breathed deeply to calm the suffocating sense of hopelessness inspired by the rolling alien landscape of the dreaded Daziarn. Vowed to snatch victory despite such daunting odds.
297: Ignored the protestations of eyes dried and battered by the whirling sands and searched the area for shelter with a growing sense of desperation as the storm grew ever nearer.
212: Curiously brushed the sand from the smooth surface as it became more and more apparent that the cairn was anything but natural.
44: Struggled to understand the alien script.
260: Inched forward through the cairn's almost inky blackness towards the statue's base.
177: Marvelled at the burial rites of these alien people. Gained Silver Rod.
334: Fell into a deep though restless sleep as the winds howled and the sands danced. Ate or lost EP.
112: Crept from the cairn's murky recesses and watched as the golden dragons flew lazily across the morning sky.
26: Stared in well concealed awe at the godly beings as they spoke in unfamiliar tongues.
252: Easily deciphered the alien tongue and learned much about the strange rites and rituals of the golden-skinned ones.
156: Wondered if the Yoacor should be considered captors or allies as the strange dragon-like beasts soared through the otherwise empty skies.
205: Snatched moments of fitful sleep, lulled by the dragon's rhythmic wing beat and the landscape below rolling outwards as if unto eternity.
50: Gazed in awe upon the innumerable wonders of shining Yanis as it glimmered in the light. Struggled to maintain the measured poise and effortless patience of a Kai master as the silent wait seemed to stretch into infinity.
170: Collapsed into the oversized, though comfortable, furnishings and sighed in weary satisfaction.
119: Enjoyed the strange textures, and considerably stranger tastes, of the alien food. Regained 3 EP.
139: Whiled away the hours watching the Yoacor go about their unfathomable business so far below.
317: Marvelled yet again at the Yoacor's physically prowess as they effortless loped up the magnificent staircase as it were nothing more than a leisurely stroll.
93: Marvelled yet again at the alien nature of this land and it's strange denizens as the Beholder's pit-like eyes stared out from his misshapen body.
152: Struggled to meet the Beholder's joviality in kind.
164: Chuckled in good natured self-depreciation at the childlike awe inspired by the Beholder's seemingly endless supply of mind boggling wonders.
268: Gaped in rapt wonderment at the Beholder's swirling visions.
174: Hurriedly erected a crude psychic shield before the Beholder's indomitable mental intrusion. Somewhat confused by his amused reaction. Lost 1 EP.
23: Earned the Beholder's esteem.
122: Sighed in relief as the Beholder's calculations revealed the lorestones' resting place.
188: Indulged a moment of irrational fear before bidding farewell to the Beholder and stepping once more into the swirling void.
208: Paused a moment to allow the rising bile to settle and the room to stop spinning. Swore to never again endure the chaotic madness of a Dimension Door regardless of it's convenience. Lost 3 EP.
228: Stared out across the familiar landscape and indulged a moment's heart-wrenching homesickness before returning to the task at hand with renewed vigour.
148: Followed a nearby stream in hopes it would eventually lead to some vestige of civilization.
248: Absentmindedly skipped stones across the sluggish stream whilst staring through the red-tinted foliage at the ancient monolith beyond.
53: Heartened on discovering vast cultivated fields beyond the empty, and seemingly endless, wilds.
28: Considered the curious clumps.
180: Backed away from the sickly sweet aroma, instead moving onwards up the hill.
115: Gazed out across the nestled city as a sense of profound relief warmed weary muscles.
215: Sighed with a flair of exaggerated annoyance as the gate guards babbled seemingly incomprehensibly from above.
325: Reassured the guards of Thas. Entered the city chatting comfortably with an obviously awed escort.
86: Sluggishly wended through Thas' pressing throngs en route to Serocca's sanctum. Lost 2 EP.
311: Gained valuable insight into Serocca's plight.
58: Spoke in hushed and reverent tones with Serocca. Sagged under the crushing weight of responsibility felt by all who are chosen.
250: Gazed into Serocca's strangely intense eyes as outlandish, and at times terrifying, scenes were reflected within. Gained insight into cosmic games played on a scale that dwarfed any imagined by even the most profound of Sommerlund's thinkers.
288: Wiped a tear from eyes thought long dry and chocked back a sob from a heart thought long frozen as the pain in Serroca's eyes spoke a tale of aching longing. Struggled to resist the urge to hug her close and whisper gentle reassurances and promises of a better tomorrow.
345: Spoke with Serocca in hushed tones about the stolen lorestones and how to retrieve them.
262: Struggled to trace the ebb and flow of this world's alien ways under Seocca's patient tutorage.
233: Spoke with Serocca about the trials and tribulations to come.
238: Wallowed in the warm bath water and considered the soft bed, with it's crisp white linens and fluffy pillows, with undisguised relish. Restored all EP.
210: Bid a subdued farewell to Serocca as the enormity of the task ahead weighed heavily on the minds of all those gathered. Given Obsidian Seal.
211: Flushed with embarrassment and exhilaration as the light brush of Serocca's lips banished all sense of hopelessness.
4: Lounged on the Ookor chariot as it thundered across the countryside. Considered breaking for a meal at the wayside village.
124: Stretched aching muscles as the guards and villagers busied themselves with gambling, conversation, and broken bread. Honoured to meet an ancient Ookor who was held in high esteem by the guards and villagers alike.
24: Smiled at the Ookor's obvious pleasure as she prepared to pierce the veils of time and prophecy.
307: Leaned in close to the wise Ookor so as not to miss a single one of her prophetic words.
96: Mulled the fortune teller's strange words long after the village had finally faded from sight.
117: Whiled away the hours staring at the passing picturesque, albeit alien, landscape. Rudely dragged back to alertness by tingling Kai senses.
321: Frantically considered the options as the chariot drew ever nearer to the mysterious danger lurking about the bridge.
33: Clung desperately to anything at hand as the chariot careened dangerously out of control.
85: Willed the Onipa to skid to a stop a few scant inches from the river's edge.
348: Desperately waved and shouted in an attempt to draw T'uk T'ron's wondering attention.
69: Cautiously hissed a whispered warning to the guards about the unseen menace.
282: Cursed the Agtah and their cunning as a veritable tide of chaos-creatures flowed down the hill and towards the horrified Ookor force below.
273: Fought Striped Agtah (CS 24, EP 35).
201: Fought Agtah-Hound (CS 20, EP 25).
37: Fought Agtah Pack leader (CS 27, EP 32).
303: Played a lethal game of cat and mouse with the pack leader, one from which it did not leave the victor.
254: Shed a tear of equal parts sorrow and frustration on seeing the massacre at the bridge.
114: Avoided the dangerous exposure of the road, instead favouring the cool quiet of the shadows. Gazed out at the assembled warriors with some degree of concern.
150: Intuited the strangers' benevolent intentions.
330: Stealthily slunk through the brush and undergrowth. Spied upon the unsuspecting Meledorians.,
15: Calmly addressed the suspicious scouts.
87: Silently followed the tight-lipped scouts to Lorkon's austere command.
207: Assessed Lorkon with a critical eye and a tested warrior's judgement.
159: Easily rebuffed the prying psychic intrusion.
314: Traded good-natured barbs and hard won wisdom with Lorkon over blood red wine in an alien land.
80: Pored over the battered map as Lorkon proposed a risky strategy.
121: Bid farewell to Lorkon and hastily departed with Odel. Gained Khetu Spores.
185: Regarded the mist shrouded burial grounds with a mix of apprehension and excitement. Felt the aching longing of the lorestones' song and knew that they were finally almost within grasp.
300: Left Odel in the lazily swirling mists as the baying clamour of the approaching chaos creatures threatened to drown out all else. Hurriedly approached the tomb.
131: Contemplated the portal lock.
116: Regarded the square with new found respect as the deadly nature of its intricate magical protections became apparent.
25: Examined the groups of symbols.
42: Reverently entered the yawning portal and stared in awe at the hidden majesty of the Great Sepulchre's inner sanctum.
54: Trod softly through the tomb's hallowed halls as the Lorestones‘ silent song rang out with voiceless exaltation.
221: Cautiously peered through the empty arch and into the treasure vault beyond.
7: Gaped in unashamed awe at the sheer scale of the beguiling riches gathered in the vault. Found Ironheart Broadsword.
251: Abandoned the treasure vault and instead headed towards the roof - the lorestones' true resting place.
320: Gave a silent prayer for fallen Odel and prepared to meet whatever unknown danger lurked above.
200: Felt overcome with dread as the unknown warrior reached for the warmly glowing Lorestones.
32: Gave a silent prayer and cocked an arrow as the soldier reached for the Lorestones.
151: Stood wide-eyed and with baited breath as time seemed to slow and the arrow seemed to creep along it's unerring path towards the pirouetting warrior.
17: Marvelled at the warrior's impressive fortitude as he shrugged off the crippling pain of the arrow's bite.
206: Fought Scarlet Warrior (CS 25, EP 30).
306: Struggled to control the surging onslaught of panic and alarm as the warrior escaped into the night sky, a lorestone still in his possession.
237: Dashed and skidded through the swirling grave mist as the haunting braying of the marauding chaos-beasts tore through the cold silence.
68: Fought Agtah Scouts (CS 26, EP 21).
101: Claimed the glimmering Lorestone with light-headed exhilaration. Restored all EP.
90: Basked in the soothing comfort of the Lorestone's dancing light as its renewing warmth surged through tired muscles and aching hurts.
8: Assessed the jewelled weapon and ascertained it's origin.
246: Narrowly avoided slamming into a trio of tentacled horrors during the flight from the massing chaos-creatures.
213: Hurriedly scanned the surrounding buildings in a desperate effort to find shelter from the rampaging hordes.
166: Darted and weaved towards Baylon's tomb as the marauding Agtah continued to press their attack. Hurriedly considered the familiar door lock mechanism.
197: Absently whistled a tuneless refrain whilst contemplating the lethal nature of the door's ethereal protections.
315: Considered the tomb's lock.
253: Slammed shut the heavy doors of Baylon's tomb sealing once again the ancient burial chamber.
66: Rifled through the sarcophagus.
261: Drained the wine thirstily. Regained 4 EP. Gained Silver Flask.
323: Raced to the tomb's roof, prompted by the muffled sounds of battle.
27: Watched in satisfaction as Ironheart and his troops easily routed the enemy forces.
40: Surged with renewed purpose on confronting the hideous abomination that was the Chaos-master.
204: Fought Chaos-master (badly wounded)(CS 40, EP 58).
302: Sunk against the parapet, gasping for breath, as the Chaos-master's last pathetic mewls faded in the otherwise eerily still air.
144: Reluctantly sheathed the glimmering Ironheart Broadsword and returned it to it's eternal resting place.
173: Shared a moment of silent triumph with Lorkon before the sheer inescapable weight of the mission ahead drove out all thoughts of celebration and merriment. Gravely weighed Lorkon's offer.
5: Marvelled at Arke's skills during the uneventful trek to the plain's edge.
318: Surveyed the haunting emptiness of the swirling sands with a growing horror tinged only by sadness. Spun with weapons at the ready as a huge reptile slunk into sight.
109: Attempted to marshal the power needed to crush the weakened reptilian's frail will.
130: Prepared for combat as the beast's hunger proved too much to overcome.
227: Fought Giant Guakor Lizard (CS 23, EP 42).
265: Wearily plodded across the dull and featureless miles until confronted by the trio of leering skulls.
190: Struggled to maintain crumbling composure as the psychic barrage threatened to overwhelm all but the strongest mental defences.
79: Masterfully seized and wove the strands of hostile psychic energy into the fabric of an already formidable mental fortress. Smiled in satisfaction as the shadow creatures reacted with obvious shock to the ease with which a mere mortal had manipulated and neutralized their most potent attack.
41: Fought Shadow Reavers (corporeal) (CS 34, EP 40).
149: Sagged with released anxiety as the last of the nightmarish shades faded into the swirling clouds. Drawn to the golden light.
160: Smiled despite the daunting struggle ahead as the golden warmth seemed to erase past fears and banish the cold grip of fear and anxiety that had hitherto remained unrealized.
106: Effortless glided on, drawn by an irresistibly compulsion.
209: Drifted gently across the chamber as ethereal forms danced just beyond the edges of comprehension.
290: Stifled a scream as battered psychic defences threatened to collapse under the ghostly onslaught.
175: Felt the wistful tug of memories thought long lost.
100: Knelt in homage and reverent adulation before the supernatural majesty of Kai himself.
51: Struggled to shake off the lingering tendrils of doubt whilst considering the foreboding city looming high above.
140: Slipped through the shadowy chute and into the murky halls beyond. Paused in the inky darkness as an enemy approached.
3: Compelled the approaching serpent to abandon it's approach and return to the depths from whence it came.
70: Expertly navigated the smoggy streets of Haagadar. Approached the squat Temple of Sandai, drawn by the beguiling siren song of the lost lorestone.
38: Attempted to bluff the disinterested looking guards bolstered only by bravado and sheer audacity.
308: Deftly fooled the temple guards and passed between them without incident.
195: Flashed a toothy grin as the lorestone's silent song rang out and it's warm glow intensified in greeting after a long and unwelcome exile. Somewhat awed at the enormity of what was to come as the final completion of a mission that had spanned worlds seemed to be so close at hand.
84: Fought Villains of Sommerlund (CS 38, EP 46).
120: Fought Vonotar the Traitor (with Power Ring) (CS 30, EP 21). Lost 5 EP.
350: Dreamily stepped into the chaotic violence of the Shadow Gate's swirling maw as the Lorestone's exuberant, effusive song seemed to whisper profound wisdoms and answers to unfathomable questions.
