The Lost Valley

Bloody hell, Miklos, show them the map,shouted Hasan, as he ducked into a defensive stance. and if that doesn’t work, for goodness sake hit the with a lightening bolt!

Miklos quickly scrabbled in his pack for the map and drew it forth.waving it desperately in front of the advancing statues like a flag of truce. Which, he thought quite ruefully, it probably was.

Maruc wondered what effect lighting would have against stone as he circled to the left staying just out of range. His mage wrought mace should be proof against these creatures if they turned on them, but he didn’t want to test the theory.

Ludo scarmbled back and looked for somewhere safe to be, which with the huge gorge behind them was difficult.

Stephan thought for a fleeting moment to dash between the slow-moving statues. But then he saw that the animated stone was quickly gaining alacrity just like the Traldarian steeds that at first pull moved sluggishly but within seconds were at full strength.

He eyed the gates, hefting his sword and shield. “We may have to get back through the gates!” He positioned himself for a quick escape; waiting to see the effects of Miklos’s map-waving ploy.

Feldard stood his ground and exchanged crossbox for axe and tensed for battle should Miklos’ flag waving go unnoticed or uncared for.

Stephan quickly took in the surroundings. Stone. All stone.

In a pre-battle tone, he said, “The cliff may be the best way. If we can lead them to the edge; make them stumble. Or at least close the gates on them!”

He was not sure, however, if the stone golems would even advance beyond the gates.

As they had hoped, the stone guardians once again respected the bearer of the sacred map and cleared the way for the group to pass. The group carefully marched passed the foreboding ancient statues and once again forged ahead.

Beyond the wall, a broad valley hemmed in on all sides by sheer mountaios stretched away northwards into the haze. Like the road that led the adventurers here, the glories of these ancient ones were long-faded. The stones of the trail leading along the valley floor were overgrown and are flanked by decaying, deserted buildings. Higher up the valley walls, other low structures clung to the rock faces, but these too have fallen victim to the passage of time. From their position at the top of the valley, they could clearly see what lay before them for miles ahead. Ancient rock trails, shrines, groups of dwellings that made up small villages. In the far distance, the valley wound to the west and out of their view.

Nothing moves save the wind, and a deathly silence swallowed up the sounds of footsteps.

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7 responses to “The Lost Valley

  1. 9:01am, Moldain, the 15th of Flaurmont, 1001AC
    Partly cloudy, cold and windy.

    +2000xp each for reaching the Lost Valley of Hutaaka

    Maruc: 10xp+10xp+2000xp
    Miklos: 10xp+10xp+2000xp
    Feldard: 10xp+2000xp
    Hasan: 10xp+10xp+2000xp
    Stephan: 10xp+5xp+10xp+2000xp
    Ludo: 10xp+10xp+2000xp

    TOTAL:
    Maruc: 30,155/48000
    Miklos: 30,030/40000
    Feldard: 30,585/34000
    Hasan: 29,640/32000
    Stephan: 29,710/32000
    Ludo: 29,370/40,000

  2. Feldard

    As the party made its way northward towards the center of the valley, passing by decayed buildings and shrines to ancient dieties and idols, Feldard frowned and moved forward to nudge the mage who seemed all giddy at the ancient ruins about them. “So remind me again.. what was the purpose to our being here?”

  3. Stephan

    Feldard’s question to Miklos perked his interest. He moved closer to hear the answer while maintaining vigilance of their surroundings.

  4. Ludo

    Ludo crouched down beside a rock keeping a look out, he was interested in what the others had to say. His reason for being here was quite straight forward, he felt a debt had to be paid to the others for saving his life, plus there was the added benefit of some riches and fame to be gained. This land had been hidden for hundreds perhaps thousands of years, who knew what riches could be found here?

  5. hasan

    “This is a place reminds me of the Elyan. A people who hid themselves behind great guardians and walls. I must know more of their fate, to know my own better,” intoned Hasan, in an uncharateristically somber tone. “Let us not pass these shrines lightly. It is early in the day. I would see more of them.”

  6. miklosdostevar

    “Similar and probably as ancient, Hasan.” said Miklos taking in the sight. “Save the birds it looks like we are the only visitors here many long years. To protect itself, apparently unmanned for so long must have taken very powerful sorcery. I recommend caution within the valley. Hukaatan culture to our experience so far has been somewhat defensive as you say. Note the villages and shrines dotted about, nothing too big. I’d have expected something more…ah… ostentatious? Especially of a culture that spanned many leagues into the world beyond? Something more the size of Specularum? Even leveled to the ground Specularum would leave some scars that are not evident here. Still, experience tells us that they constructed mainly underground, I suspect there is more to the place than meets the eye.”

    The mage turned to Feldard, “We are here to ensure that the Son’s of Night have not been here before us and to determine what they were after. There are many secrets here, I do not believe that the Hukaatan’s were evil but held magics coveted by men of evil. We must seek to understand why they were searching for this land. So far we have only conjecture. We need facts.” he looked back down the valley. “Some facts may be well concealed.”

    “See that village yonder, its not too far let us see what it has to offer some road wary travelers?”

  7. Maruc shaded his eyes. There were quite large altars dotted around the valley below them. “If we get the opportunity I’d like to take a look at those shrines, it will give us a clue as to what type of people the Hukaatan’s were, usually you get life scenes and whatnot? Remember the Elyan Temple? Lots of artwork.” the elf eye’d him, “Ah, Hasan of course you do!”

    He followed Miklos’s sight, the village was quite close. “Yes of course, we shall take a look at the village ahead. Perhaps we can find out why the Hukaatan race faded? Let us hope it wasn’t some vile pestilence eh?” Maruc cheerfully shouldered his shield, followed the others and began to wonder why his armour wasn’t bothering him anymore.

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