WILL FILL IN DETAILS LATER
On the mountain road up to the mine, we all felt a queer sensation, and seemed to hear a strange keening sound. Our enchanted gear grew heavier. I felt a preternatural spiritual quietude, and asking Hrolf, he felt it too, like our chakras were disconnected from the network. Blake murmured some incantation, but his spell fizzled! I quickly spoke a prayer, but there was no response! We must have blundered into one of the fabled “dead-magic” zones. Yet at the same time, we all noticed our minds racing. It was exhilarating, like an epiphany, a sudden expansion of our cognitive abilities somehow. I realized that I could easily create new interpretations of common things and events, telling a crushingly cynical and demoralizing story about the meaninglessness of things people love, and further that I could somehow telepathically project that sense into another’s mind, giving them an instantaneous aversion to that thing, action, place, or event. With some experimentation, my comrades discovered similarly startling powers: Hrolf could think portals in space into existance, like little dimensional doors. Blake could telekinetically move objects without touching them. Stefan could agitate matter on a molecular level, causing explosive detonations. (OTHERS?)
Then we all heard, or rather sensed, an overwhelming and sinister voice warning us off, and taunting us. But our courage was indomitable, and we resolved to continue into the mine despite the apparent loss of our magics, enchantments, and divine protections.
We finally came to the gaping mine entrance. It was unguarded, and we followed the cart tracks into the dimly lit mouth. Some fortifications and dwarven architectural ornamentation greeted us inside, and as our eyes adjusted, we saw a form lurking in the shadows further in, beyond an ornate archway.
(BRAIN GOLEM AND ZOMBIE DWARVES)
(SNIPER POST AND PORTCULLIS)
(HALLWAY WITH MROE ZOMBIES, FLAMING BARREL)
(KITCHENS, DINING HALL)
(BARRACKS, 2 BROTHERS AGAIN, AXE WARRIORESS, MORE ZOMBIES)