The year of our Lord 1453
Wednesday 10th of October
The road from the desolate town of Dietersgrün had been long and arduous. Through three days is the freezing autumn we traveled. the terrain becoming more mountainous the further we went. Luckily I had found a resplendent conversationalist in Dr. Rahvin, even if all the doctor said was muffled.
On the third day, Gabriel told us we were closing in on the place of healing. The caverns of Omphalos. He had told us of a small hamlet close to the supposed cave where we might procure some succor.
Alas, when we arrived at said place, the locals were thoroughly unfriendly. Their tongue, an amalgam of several languages, and suspicion set deep in their eyes. For being unwashed peasants living in an inhospitable mountain environ, they were extremely well built. Their physique more akin knights, or the mythical Spartans of old. Surely we could break their facade and gain some sort of hospitality.
Master Lorgarion tried his usual "diplomacy" with all the strong-arming that entails. No help there. So I began to think about what any hamlet like this would like to entertain… Peddlers. So, I sucked it up and started peddling! This helped me get in touch with a beautiful lass named Molly. She was a treat as a conversationalist, and with a bit of wine, her speech impediment (local dialect) was not even that bad.
As we talked, I tried to lure out the secret of the village from her. Shockingly, as I had convinced her to talk, her stomach began swelling up and she started spewing some form of sulfuric mud all over the place. Needless to say, I immediately shouted for the doctor.
It seemed the entire village was anticipating this for some reason, for they managed to arrive before Rahvin.. Something is really off about this place. They are cursed is some manner.
As the villagers tried to huddle around poor Molly, i bad Will check around the area for otfen trodden paths and heretical shrines, Lorgarion I told to check the village for anything out of the ordinary, Rahvin to help Molly as much as the doctor is capable, and Faust shall be guarding me.
After some time has passed, we heard a thundering sound coming from the outskirts of town. We have heard this sound before, from when the travelers with the hand cannon came through Dietersgrün. My suspicions naturally fell upon them. Me and Faust ran towards the sound. We ended up somewhere outside town, where we found poor lady Catherine shot in the flank. Alive, but barely breathing. Right besides the dog, a dark pit, 76 cubit deep. In the depths, we could barely see the corpse of Will Crow.
Faust with his keen eyes saw some villagers behind us. One of them holding a gun… After a quick and expertly conducted trial, we slew the one holding the gun and burned the hamlet to the ground.
The task done, we set to the last rites of my old friend. To our joy, he was miraculously alive! And these are the caves of Omphalos!