Originally this was a blog for the setting of a RPG I was running, but after the death of my daughter the game came to an end and I posted about her instead. I doubt I will post anything here again, but I am leaving it open as a kind of on-line memorial.
Delvers Guide: Places to See & Avoid, Part 1
The WEEPING CHASM is full of danger, but it is also full wonder. There are things below that you won't find anywhere else, sights unseen, experiences like no other. Some can be found in the tunnels, others in the ruins, and a few cling to the walls and lie upon the surface. Keep your wits about you, however, because for every wonder there's a monster close-by.
Here are a few of the more common monsters and places to see, and sometimes avoid.
Thought to be the lost, discontented souls of slain Avatars and their subsequent victims, SKIN WRAITHS are common enough to be fairly well documented. Semi-corporeal undead entities, akin to the deadlier life-draining wraiths found in the CATACOMBS, these shadowy creatures wear the tattered skins of their victims. They radiate intense cold, and their touch freezes, eventually paralysing their victims. The SKIN WRAITH then skins the victim, slowly, painfully, killing them in the process.
Thankfully, they are vulnerable to the divine powers of clerics and priests, and their semi-solid state allows mundane weapons to hurt them. A warning: only magic, divine or otherwise, can truly destroy a SKIN WRAITH; otherwise they simply reform in a matter of hours.
The Crystal Maze
Quite close to the lift-shaft is a series of connected tunnels and chambers, whose walls are compressed crystals and crystalline formations in a wide-range of dazzling colours. Bring light into this maze and the crystals catch the light, expel it tenfold and more, creating bursts and rays of dazzling, sometimes blinding, colours. It is a truly awesome sight, all the more magnificent for the absence of magic; the CRYTAL MAZE is a natural phenomena.
The crystals are worthless by themselves, something delvers have learnt over the years, but the maze connects to tunnels that lead deeper into the chasm, providing a short cut; this is unfortunate, as it is easy to get lost, especially when dazzled, and many an adventurer has lost their way and fallen prey to the creatures that hunt there. Sometimes you can stumble across a kill, still equipped for adventuring, maybe even still laden with treasure. The monsters that prowl the maze, giant vermin for the most part, care little for trinkets.
One of the creatures that uses the CRYSTAL MAZE as it 'hunting ground' is a peculiar demon that is known as a MIRROR IMP.
Mirrors, as any magi will tell you, can be used as doorways to other realms, so long as you have the right 'key' and know the appropriate ritual. One such realm is the ABYSS, that other world where demons dwell. MIRROR IMPS are able to cross through to our world at will, without keys or rituals; all that they require are mirrors reflecting back upon one another, conjuring up an infinite regression of images– as the scholars tell it– that create an accidental portal. The highly reflective crystals of the maze have the same effect, letting in the imps whenever they feel the need.
These bloated goblin-like demons are highly mischievous and malicious with it. They adopt a party, following them on their adventures, causing all sorts of problems; from attracting monsters, stealing or sabotaging equipment, hiding treasure, to cursing party members. When confronted they plead innocence, and try to make deals, which they always break at the first opportunity.
The funds we raised to dedicate an acre of ancient woodland and a memorial bench has now been completed, and the bench now sits in a wood near my hometown.
These are the maps of its location and how to get there. We won't be able to visit it for a good few months yet, but look forward to doing so.
Good news, for those who do not know, is that we now have a beautiful boy, my son Rohan Robert Forster, nearly eight months old, healthy and strong and amazing. It makes dealing with the loss of Millie easier.
This is him, from a recent outing to some nearby woods:
Happy Birthday Millie.
Love from you mum, dad, and your brother Rohan xxx
Yesterday was the funeral of our daughter. It started by the two of use viewing her body, which was so much harder than I expected it to be. She looked so different, so very much a body rather than the little girl who left us. Although it was difficult, and there were tears aplenty, I am glad we saw her one last time, if only for the sense of closure. The funeral itself was lovely, and it was nice to see so many of our friends and family in attendance, most of whom had to travel a fair distance in order to be there. Some of them we hadn't seen for years, as we'd lost touch with people with all the trouble of the past few years; so it was nice to reconnect, albeit under circumstances that we wouldn't have wished for. Lorraine wrote a eulogy for our daughter, which I thought I would share here. To our dear family and friends,
I just wanted to say a huge thank you on behalf of Simon and I for the outpouring of love and support you've given us over the last year, throughout my …
It is a year ago today that we had the funeral for our daughter, Millie. It was about three weeks after she died, due to the necessity of an autopsy, and it was on the Friday of my first week at work in my new job.
It was a strange and emotional day. We went to view the body in the morning, which I wish we had avoided, as seeing her lying there in her coffin... well, it wasn't our daughter. I could barely look at the body, and my tears flowed freely. I had thought it would give us closure, but all it did was remind us of what we had lost, and with hindsight I would've preferred to remember her as we saw her at the hospital.
The funeral itself was full of people and relatives we hadn't seen in an age. My childhood friend Phil managed to attend, and I hadn't seen him in years. It felt good to see so many faces, and the support they lent us was beyond anything I could've wished for.
I carried the coffin in. I didn't want anyone else to do it. I had to fight back …