Chronicled by the Cleric known as Siege
It is 5 o'clock am, on the Day of Freedom
The 11th Day of the Month of the Ancient Darkness, Year 420.

The night is long and dark in these halls. I am deathly scared, for these damned temple is teaming with chaos and the free-flowing blood from the littered bodies. I embarked on this day with a group of adventurer's out of Tupelo. They are steadfast lads, of good seasons most. We met up with the mayor of the city of Drexel where he resides in his house. He had mentioned through criers that he would like to hire a group of adventurers. So being a follower of the coin we met up with him. The deal, as the case may be, was a far stretch from being good. We had agreed to find and rescue three nuns, our first mistake, he said it was a small task. We were fools, as it turned out the nuns had been captured from the chapel of the lost cross, and taken by none other then Fire Giant King Paine, who resided deep in the bowels of the temple of the Snake. Paine had gotten known in the far off city of Pangor, some time back, which is a continent far from Tupelo and Drexel. He had raised a village at the behest of the Pangorian Vassel. A fearsome fire giant thirty feet tall, who carried a large axe. When tensions with the Pangors reached tense, Paine took his family of giants and moved into the temple of the Snake. The temple is located inside the deserted town of Midgaard, which sigh upon a mountain top near Drexel. For years people have whispered the name of temple as though it was alive, breathing, for most who entered its walls, died, horribly, screaming.

Yes, we were wrong to be hired in retrospect. We ventured into midgaard, carefully avoiding the ghoul guards who patrolled its streetsides. We walks past monks in blood covered robes chanting, disfigured lepers, a pair of priests who seemed quite demented. One of our party fell into an alligator trap and had to be ressurected. Finaly, we arrived at the ground floor of the temple with little fighting. We saw several fire giants, though they didnt see us, or if they did failed to pay us no mind. The mayor spoke that the fat giant might trade the key away. When we found him he listed off seven ingredients he needed for a potion. He knew what beasts caried what component and we went and fetched them with quickness. A brain of a mind flayer was one, and so we journeyed to the Demonweb. A turtle dragons claw from the Arboretum, which is a large garden on Matterhorn Isle. A skin from a grell, those live in the wrecked funeral barge in Balward swamp. A strand of an order guardians hair, a strand of chaos from a skeletal lord, one from temple of Order by Drexel, the other deep in the heart of the mines under Goblin Mountain. A drop of dew from the body of a water naga, and finally a devils tooth, from the angry rhino who wanders the jungle of Jumanji.

We collected these and headed back to find the fat fire giant with the key. When we arrived, a member of our party made the mistake of chiding the large giant about his weight. This upset the giant and several members of our party were slain. We calmed the giant down eventually and traded the components for his jade key. After acquiring the key we found a umber hulk in the wrong hallway. As well as meeting several fire giants and snakes of various types. Personaly I fear the giant asps, but the party seems to be praying another kingsnake doesnt appear. We prepare to do battle with King Paine, who lies not far down this corridor. We have to kill him to escape, for he will likely want the nuns back.

the pages seem charred here.

....Fierce, for hours we threw outselves at Paine. Titanic, he is immense, forty feet if hes a foot. Raging red skinned muscles, flaming red hair. His axe can cleave a man in two in a single blow. We prevailed in the end. Our numbers are smaller now. We rest after the bettle and count our gold and mourn our fallen comrades.

more burns cover the paper..

We make our way back to the jail cells, and unlock the gates. Each of these pretty virgins is wearing, a different shade of gown. Bethan wears blue, Grechin wears green and Reahin wears red. They look happy to see us, must be scary being trapped like that. They say they have vital information for the deacon in the Chapel. So we must take them there.

the pages seem rather burnt and alsmot indeciperable..

We edge our way up out of the temple to fast, one of the nuns fells into the alligators trap, reahin if I recall correctly. Then we met several of those blood monks near the temple entrance. They caught us by surprise and killed most of our party. A cleric managed to hide somewhere near by and raise us after they looted our corpses and left.

these pages are rather fresh.

And now we breathe fresh air. I never throught id be so glad to see these gloomy streets. A mummy attacked us, we dispatched it quickly, compared to the horrors within it was nothing. A large skeleton and several shades attacked us as we fled town. We ran east of Midgaard, past the broken down gate, and followed the road which led into the entrance to Jumanji, which is marked by a large rusted iron gate. A large ghostly warrior attacked us, as well as a batlike stirge a short ways into the tree tops. Up ahead we heard the rumblings of a purple worm ahead in the distance. Our group seems to be fighting better as a whole.

We breaked to regenerate our wounds before we moved onto the worms area. While we were camping and large black bat flew past, and an undead elf entered our camp right before we left, it didnt attack us, so we felt it better to hit the purple worm. The worm fought braveley, but we prevailed in the end. We dined on purple steaks, which were quite tasty. The smell of the desert is near as we near the chapel of the Lost Cross. We crossed paths with a ravener, and met up with a platoon of dwarves, both of which wanted us to die. Sad world when you cant meet a group of dwarves without fighting for your life. The nuns looks apprehensive, as if they are waiting for something. We were lost in the sandy hills for a time, but eventually came upon the entrance to the dark and forboding chapel. The guardian escorted us in to see the deacon, the short balding man stood upon the stage. He was clapping his hands with glee as we approached. The deacon hugged his daughters thoughtfully as they re-united. It was a joyout moment.

He dispatched us to return to Drexel, where we were to collect our reward for the deed. When we hit the taverns later that evening we were exstatic.

The brave heroes on this day were:
Rakoth the mage
Nord the cleric
Gora the warrior
Random the cleric
Apostle the warrior
Lum the cleric
Offen the cleric
Riu the mage
Fatality the mage

As scribed by...
Siege the Scribe of Kyuss