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 2
The Bloody Mire
Upon the surface of the chasm, starting a short distance from the shaft, is a boggy marsh region where the rivers of blood have muddied the debris; creating the reeking BLOODY MIRE. This marsh is abuzz with insects, including some of the giant variety, and monsters hunt and lair there. Flocks of BLOOD RAVENS dine on the insects when they can't get meatier prey, and ICHOR or BLOOD ELEMENTALS have been known to spontaneously form.
The mire covers two-thirds of the width of the chasm, making it to difficult to avoid. Those that try find themselves trapped by those monsters who have learnt to hunt on the 'dry land' between the mire and wall.
These abominations are a bane to all travellers to the chasm. Originally they were ordinary ravens, attracted by the deaths of all those Avatars and followers. They began to change when they first tasted the divine blood; growing in size, feathers turning blood red, beaks sharpening, overcome with insatiable hunger for blood and fresh meat. Highly hostile, they'll swarm to attack if you approach them.
The Lake of Unknown Depths
Further along the surface, against the south wall, is a large lake where a number of rivers and streams of blood converge. It's known as BLOOD LAKE or the LAKE OF UNKNOWN DEPTHS, because no one knows how deep it is, and as yet no one has had the courage to find out. It has become the watering hole for the chasm's inhabitants, and with such a variety of creatures, fights between them often break out.
In the middle of the lake is a small island of rock, with a tunnel entrance sheltered under a stone shelf. This natural formation is known as AMIR'S PATH, after the explorer who discovered it. It is a more direct route to the city ruins, avoiding some of the worse dangers of the tunnels; a useful shortcut, if you can cross the lake.
The lakes, pools, streams and rivers of blood sometimes produce short-lived creatures called BLOOD or ICHOR ELEMENTALS, akin to the better known four. Varying in size from a small dog to an elephant, and possessed with a rudimentary, animalistic intelligence, scholars believe they are created by whatever sparks of divinity is retained in the blood; a belief the magi refute, saying that the spark of life is simply part of the natural, inherently magical, weave of the world. However they are formed, these elementals or WEIRDS, as they are sometimes referred to, are unstable, unpredictable, and potentially dangerous. They are susceptible only to magic, in any form, making them difficult opponents. Thankfully, they are not always hostile, often content to simply swim through the rivers of blood, driven by unknown motives.
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 …