Tomb of Annihilation: 12
My dear Skye,
Once again, I find myself writing to you about the latest on our jungle expedition. It feels like every day carries its own challenges and oddities, and I can only hope these letters bring some amusement to your eternal rest.
Day 31 found us parting ways with Seki, Orladhall, and Azaka. They were adamant about finding the catapulted Yellyark village – an ambitious endeavor, no doubt. The remaining quartet, Angle, Delores, De’leon and yours truly, ventured back towards Vorn.
A hidden threat in the guise of a group of grungs awaited us during our travel. These creatures with their skin in various hues of green, led by a yellow-skinned warrior, dropped from the trees, ready to pounce. Their unusual, chirring sound induced a stunning effect, momentarily paralyzing us. Their weapons and skin bore a toxic poison, a most unpleasant surprise. However, we managed to defeat these small but formidable opponents. After the skirmish, we discovered a stash of food rations in the jungle – a petty quarrel arose about distribution, but eventually, hunger prevailed.
By the 32nd day, we returned to Vorn. With the command amulet in his possession, Angle managed to resurrect the shield guardian. There was a terrifying pause before the colossal entity stirred, ready to serve its new master.
The subsequent days until day 41 saw us trekking back to Port Nyanzaru, with Vorn faithfully trailing behind Angle. Delores kept in touch with the other group via her sending spell, and surprisingly, our journey was rather uneventful. Angle was itching to put Vorn to test, but we dissuaded him from provoking some large but placid dinosaurs we encountered.
On the 42nd day, we made it back to Port Nyanzaru by afternoon. Angle, eager to exhibit Vorn’s capabilities, rushed to the coliseum, hoping to enroll it in a gladiator fight. His hopes were dashed when the officials refused. We finally handed over Vorn to Wakanga O’tamu, the merchant prince, and the promise of 15 randomly selected, pristine spell scrolls was kept.
In the evening, Wakanga invited us for dinner to hear about our grand adventure. It was a soothing respite, Skye, to enjoy a hearty meal after those days of untamed wild. I wish you were here, my love. Your laughter would have brightened the room more than any luminary.
I miss you, Skye. Every passing day in this chaotic adventure makes me yearn for your comforting presence even more. But we march on, carrying your memory as our beacon.
With all my love,
Mugen
