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The name's Panyin and this here's my journal. Just taking notes for me travel blog. If anyone out there is reading this, it's a pretty good bet I'm a goner.

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End of Day One and I can confirm I'm not a-one for treasure hunting! Already separated from the group: ruddy fog just appears out of nowhere...

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Location: Trampled Passage.

Encountered a hapless trog a few hours back. Called himself 'Omain', who asked if I'd seen his son. I thought to meself, if his ears look anything like yours, he'd be hard to miss.

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What I would give to be sitting in the leaky cesspool of The Itchy Midwife Tavern & Groghouse at this very moment.

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Old Tess ain't much to look at, and meaner than a basket o' cobras, but she pours a generous cider. Bit sweet on me, she is. Alas, she drinks too much. Then again, so do I.

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"Pack light!" me brother-in-law advised before our trek. So all's I have on me is me journal, a quill pen (getting quite stabby with it, I am), a shiv (a far better weapon), a money clip with no money, and an extra pair of knickers (already soiled).

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I'd play with the pendant as a lad and do as the looking glass instructed ('Look closer') pressing me eye to the lens expecting to see all manner of strange unearthly things. But all I learned was that the closer you look, the cloudier things get.

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Chanced upon a plonker with a screwy eye and Prince Valiant haircut. Pale as a toad's behind, he was, and easily as intelligent. Calls himself 'Odval'. "Odval?" I said. "That sounds about right."

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I didn't bother to tell Odval (name still make me laugh) about the violent scene I witnessed two floors down, seeing as how his old man is missing and all. Mightn’t have been his dad. Why scare the halfwit senseless?

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She's called 'Procket' and she be slicker than boar guts on a javelin, and just as malodorous, but she has water, barley bread, and some candied ginger to share and seems right relieved for some company.

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Caught Pricket eyeing me pendant last night. "Bit girly innit?" she asked "So's are the ruffled shirts they make men wear nowadays," I replied. "But that dunna stop us. Look at me tights!"

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At the tavern on the eve of our journey, a screeching old harpy regaled the other neer-do-wells with the story of how the dragon got its name, 'Hell's Breath'. Not sure how it ended as I was busy arm wrestling a Bella Abzug lookalike for her floppy hat.

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Great puking hedgepigs! Rounded a corner and nearly gots me head separated from me body care of a rabid dwarf. Lucky Pricket is quick with a sleeper hold.

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Location: The Evershifting Maze (10 AP to enter)

While the dwarf was out cold, Pricket and I politely relieved him of his belongings: a mace, a piccolo, a wheel of cheese, and the glass eye that popped out of his head when Pricket pounced on him.

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I don't know if I believe the legend 'bout the Great Dragon possessing the old wizard's body and running roughshod through the tower. I ain't seen no creepy wizard. Ill-tempered dwarves, sure, but no dragon-wizard. Sounds like codswallop to me!

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As kids, we was told the wizard can scare a man to death by locking onto to ‘em with a paralyzing blue gaze. Heck, me grandnanny does THAT each time ye try to sneak some candied horseradish into yer pockets!

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Location: Contamination Pits (11 AP to enter)

That lad, Odval (still laughing), caught up to us a while back. Pricket sized him up right quick and put the thumbscrews to him. "Me dad says I be a genius, lass," he challenged. "Don't ye sass me." "That right, genius?" says Pricket. "Spell 'potato'."


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Location: The Cackling Jailhouse (11 AP to enter)

Woke to find Pricket's up and vanished; where once her sweet and formidable figure reclined against the slick walls, the fog has seeped in and settled, dark and thick as blood. Where does it come from?


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Location: Cutthroat Gambit (13 AP to enter)

I'm not gonna lie: it's getting ruddy lonely here, trapped in this infernal panopticon of doom, with only unstable dwarves and nuclear rats to keep me company. This ain't what the brochure promised!


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Location: Ancient Dragon's Lair (12 AP to enter)

Blood is everywhere, thick and viscid, like the skin that forms on the surface of a neglected pot of soup when left to rot for a day or two. Smells 'bout as good, too.

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Location: Passage of Champions (15 AP to enter)

The whispering is getting louder. Last floor down was dark as night and I was blindly feeling my way along the corridors when I hears it again, right in me left ear. Could feel its breath, I could! And then me week looking glass pendant started glowing...

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