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It seems all good things must come to an end…

Two life changing events have occurred that are preventing me from staying on top of the game.

First, I have been battling a serious health issue for about 6 months, which has taken its toll. I have had to devote considerable time visiting doctors, getting stuck by wide assortment of needles, etc. A royal, and expensive pain to deal with.

Second, in March 2015 my wife and I formed a new company, and we have been designing and writing a new kind of role playing game. We are about to launch the first major product next week, and the work involved in getting it ready for production and distribution has eaten up the rest of my spare time.

So, it seems that these events must take precedence currently, and this will be the end of the game for now. I appreciate the participation of everyone who joined this online adventure, and hope I brought at least a little excitement into your life.

The full poem:

The Two united, in the past,
a Place to build, and spells to cast.
Their power grew, and took the land
and people round, as they had planned.

A key without a lock they made
of gold and gems, and overlaid
with spells, a tool for men to wield
to force the powers of Good to yield.

But armies came, their weapons bared,
while evil was yet unprepared.
The Hart was followed by the Crowns
and Moon, and people of the towns.

The Two were split; one got away
but She, when came the judgment day,
did break the key, and sent the rocks
to boxes four, with magic locks.

In doing so, She fell behind
as He escaped. She was confined
among Her own; her very lair
became her prison and despair.

The Place was ruined, torn apart
and left with chains around the heart
of evil power — but the key
was never found in the debris.

He knows not where She dwells today.
She set the minions' path, the way
To lift Her Temple high again
With tools of flesh, with mortal men.

Many now have gone to die
in water, flame, in earth, or sky.
They did not bear the key of old
that must be found — the orb of gold.

Beware, my friend, for you shall fall
unless you have the where with all
to find and search the boxes four
and then escape forevermore.

But with the key, you might succeed
in throwing down Her power and greed.
Destroy the key when you are done
and then rejoice, the battle won.

Velcore enters the crowded room and attacks the bugbear with his sword...but the creature manages to parry the attack!

Group 1: Uldar, Brandor, Trane and Kalizama

Chaandra and Trane both attack the bugbear, and their combined efforts kill the creature.

END OF ENCOUNTER

Several voices are heard coming from behind some of the doors:
Help!
Let us out!
Have mercy on us!
Please let us go!

There are four bronze-bound oaken doors within this room, each with a heavy bar, padlock, and small barred port, marking what are obviously cells. You hear the voices coming from behind the doors marked (A) and (B) on the master map.

Tomorrow is Thanksgiving in the U.S. So, I will say thanks here to everyone who has participated in this adventure since its beginning until now. Your participating has made the experience fun and exciting. HAPPY THANKSGIVING!

I haven't found value for the silver mirror (the steel one is 10gp).

I haven't either found a value. Let's call it 50 gp.

1d20 + 5 ⇒ (13) + 5 = 18

You open the door to room 149 and see that the light in this 30' square room comes from four torches, one on each wall, and several large candles standing on long trestle tables. Also on the tables, which are flanked by benches, are food, drink, and knucklebones. The dishes and vessels are ordinary pottery. Narrow three-tiered bunks line the north, east, and west walls. The unadorned walls and weapons racks indicate that this room was originally allocated as a place for guards. The racks are full of various weapons and shields. A fountain in the south wall flows into a wall basin, under which are four large knobs.

In the center of the room numerous guards are standing inspection. They all turn to look at you as the door is opened...

Initiative Order:
Group 1: Trane and Companion
Group 2: The Guards
Group 3: Uldar, Brandor, Rorax, Kalizama, Garm

Group 1: Trane...

Note: The map is updated. There are too many guards to label them all. When moving and attacking, specify your ending square, and the square of the opponent you are attacking.

Let's see...you already have a party of 5, and if none of you like the DMPC...gang up on the DMPC and kill him! Ha Ha Ha Ha...

Nastrod moves into the tower, provoking an attack of opportunity from the undead creature 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (1) + 5 = 6 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (8) + 4 = 12 but is misses with both cutlass and dagger!

Nastrod whirls and brings his flaming weapon down on the head of the nasty thing...and the blade smashes it, carving the thing in two with one mighty stroke! The second enemy in the entrance is destroyed.

The start of a wondrous adventure, a translation of Gary Gygax's classic adventure, The Temple of Elemental Evil, converted into current Pathfinder rules.

Wesley, I meant to ask you - The Tomb of Horrors: Did you survive? That's another classic, but is renowned as a giant death trap.

I stand behind Toranindracar, looking over his shoulder while he silently examines the parchment. The dim light of the torch makes it difficult to see, so I lean farther.

Long moments pass, and still Toranindracar is mute. I rest my forearms on his head, and lean over more, attempting to discern what is on the mysterious parchment...

Going to be somewhat out of the loop until Tuesday morning. Am attending inaugural events Sunday and Monday. (Got tickets to the Medal of Honor Recipients Gala Monday night. How cool is that?)

I'm hungry. I think we should ask her if she will make us some sammiches.