Trilogy of Terror, Part 1
Nik, Paithan, and Aulder had taken Bodin’s crystal gem for arcane research, with plans for everyone to meet up at the temple of Amauntor shortly. The rest of party met a pack of evil hounds on the road, which animated the corpse of a fellow traveler (who also, sadly, had to be slain… again). They found a curious letter with Lyr’s family seal on it, addressed to the temple of Oghma. Entering town around midnight, they retired to the local inn.
In the middle of the night, the party awoke from terrible nightmares about scary little girls looking for a “dolly” and bathtubs of blood to screaming and an eerie mist filtering through the front door, and a note on a knife stabbed into each of their doors. The priest of Oghma burst in, calling for help at the orphanage, and the party took a round to prepare themselves, then charged forward. After fighting the tentacled thing and the undead swarms, they raced over the rooftops towards the temple. The Temple of Amauntor was, unfortunately, destroyed by throngs of undead.
In the temple, they learned about the ancient relics the temple had found in the basement (the letter was from a “Sister Allusyn” and pertained to the same), and which they were activating to “protect” the temple. The party checked the orphanage first, finding it empty, all the dolls destroyed except one, which Lyr put in her bag of holding.
Then they headed to the basement, where the relic had been found. There, they found a room where the walls reached out to their minds, driving both Gunder and Elisanada into a momentary lapse of reason— both snapped out of it, but bear a blood-red, writhing rune on their torsos, some arcane sigil that Lyr is unable to decipher or heal. Worse, her friends now regard her with deep suspicion, Elisanada claiming that the tormentor in her visions “had your eyes.” Gunder has begun to insist that Lyr has “changed,” though of course this is ridiculous… just because she used to be a cultist…. oh, dear.
Further on, they came upon a ritual of blood and madness, a legion of creepy little girls, the orphans themselves shivering in a cage…. They fought valiantly against these unseely beasts, finally slaying each foe and sending away the creepy children by giving them the “dolly.”