An excerpt from the journal of Kalad, Paladin of Moradin, master Smith of the Monastery of the Sundered Chain
The Massacre at the Monastery of the Sundered Chain.
I leave this journal in the hopes that those who come after will know the truth.
The morning of the massacre started like any other. After I awoke and had breakfast, I went to the forge room to focus on my work. I decided to modify my armor today, which proved to be a nearly fatal choice.
While I was working, I was joined by some of the younger students, Barlok, Grella, and Marl. We were working in silence, when they attacked. They came through the secret tunnel. It’s been closed for decades with the fake walls, but they obviously knew the secrets to opening it, for it opened silently.
Marl fell first, with barely enough time to yell a warning. Barlok and Grella fell a few seconds later under a wave of Orc Drudges. I held out as long as I could, but with just my axe, and no armor, I didn’t last much longer.
I awoke, how much later I don’t know. They must have thought I was dead, and left me bleeding on the floor. But I survived. Moradin had more planned for me.
There were still a few orcs in the room, but they were busy…eating. I dared not look at what they were eating, for fear I would recognize one of my students. I managed to make it to the emergency control panel and started the cave in to seal the tunnel. I threw myself clear of the cave in, but I don’t remember anything after that.
And, then miraculously, I awoke again. My left arm was limp and hurt, probably broken, and I couldn’t feel my legs. There was an enormous orc standing over me, and smaller, ugly crone that was closer. I guess she was healing me so Og could question me.
I don’t know how long he questioned me. I drifted in and out of consciousness many times. I don’t remember much of what he asked. The one thing he wanted most was to reopen the cave in, but I didn’t have an answer he liked.
And then I awoke to friendlier faces. Strange faces, but friendly. After a few introductions, I explained to them that the orcs were probably heading for the Vents next. They used a ritual to transfer some of their life force to me, which allowed me to heal my wounds enough to walk again, and we headed for the Vents by the old path. I averted my eyes to the slaughter in the Hall of Heroes and the Temple of Moradin. If I survive this, I swear I will make sure they all have a just burial.
We were ambushed by a hive of Kruthiks before we got out of the mountains, but my new allies are powerful, and handled them with ease.
We arrived at the Vents the next day around noon. A group had arrived before us, and had left their horses near the entrance to the Vents. My new allies seemed to think the horses belonged to the Slayers, a group I have heard of. Perhaps they will have already closed the tunnels. But I must see it myself before I can rest.
The journey through the Vents was as bad as I remembered, but we managed to get through with minimal injuries.
My fears were realized on the other side of the vents. Orcs were in the entry room. They seemed to be arguing as we entered, but I’m not sure about what. A short but fierce battle ensued. I bore the brunt of the first wave of the freaks with 2 battle axes, and the orc throwing firebombs set us all on fire. I’m not sure what happened after that, but the fight was over when I was revived with a healing potion. Moradin still has more use for me…
But, we can’t stop now…there are Orcs coming through the tunnels. The Vents must be closed. The people of the Elsir Vale will be slaughtered if we fail.