A song of Ice and Dice

Underground Will this be the day I remember as the start of Eldur's fall? Or does it signify his rise into the bright wizards' upper echelons, where power trumps sanity and the mighty are forgiven their transgressions, simply because they are mighty and too useful?  Either way, it's quickly becoming clear that my brother is a powder keg, in many ways. There's tremendous power there, but it's also incredibly volatile. A fitting analogy for Eldur.  It started out in the very useful way. Talian snuck ahead to scout. He came back to tell us there were around 20-30 minor undead up ahead, with some sort of glowing figure in the middle. We discussed how to best deal with them, when Eldur just started chanting - loudly. The inflection in his voice is different now. It's almost as if he's chanting in several voices at the same time , from bass tones to the highest tenor. But the worst part is...some of the sounds he makes definitely don't sound human. Especially

Blast and fire. Where do we go from here? Following the villains down into the sewers? I think not. Rivers of shit and piss and no walkway. Only disease and rats await. Fire is tricky down there. Pockets of highly combustible gas exist. Explosions are exciting but it’s better not to be in them. The idea is shelved for now. Trying to track anything down there would be folly. Partytime! Or...maybe not?  Instead we decide to wait for the party. Perhaps Charlotte will still attend and then we can get her there. The thought of her ablaze brings a smile on my face at least. Upon returning to the inn for some well-deserved rest, an idea about contacting the rat catchers guild emerges. I am skeptical as they have their guild house in the same sector as the death jesters. Those bastards are probably not going to just let us walk in there. We therefore decide to send them a message by courier. The filthy rat catchers can come to us! Smell of ash in the evening. Tomorrow will be a good day. Sweet