I have honestly lost my way by now. Yesterday (if it was yesterday; there is no light down here) was alright, but today is seriously difficult. There are shadows and corridors everywhere, with no apparent system to it. It is so easy to lose sight of the others, and I am not convinced we won't in the future. What happens if Kurra runs off and gets attacked by something and we cannot find him?
We slept in these dungeons tonight, taking turns in keeping watch. Occationally a loud, clanging noise like a bell ringing would be heard, though I couldn't recognize any apparent system to the sound. We later found out what that was, but in an effort to keep this journal somewhat structured I will endeavour to write events somewhat chronologically. The sound was creepy in any case, like so much of these dark, restrictive tunnels are.
We set out after resting. I can't really write "we set out in the morning", since, you know... "Morning" is a word with a very specific definition, and I have no idea if it was really morning. But I digress. We set out. Everything was surprisingly calm for a while, though we could still hear the bell-like sound, and occational drips of water. Dear Caba, I miss a proper ocean. Or just a lake. A pond would do, really. Anything!
We found a few coffins after a while, containing skeletons. They seemed old, and I get the impression that these corridors have been used as tombs before. So, we are effectively trespassing on someone's final resting place just to get paid a little (well, a lot of) money. Goddammit, that is not good for my self esteem. Ganoes even lifted the arm of the skeleton of a child and waved at me! Honestly. To be fair I guess we are also down here to stop a corrupt government getting a weapon of mass destruction to do with as they want, but to be honest I am feeling more like a trespasser and mercenary than a hero at the moment. But we are trying to do the right thing... I guess.
Eventually we also discovered a room with two statues of kings, a clock, and a riddle written in who knows what language. Ganoes could read it, though. It said something along the lines of "Those seeking the way must first bring the three kings to court. The first king will not go without his sceptre. The second king only comes beyond midday. The third king is mad and hiding from his duties. He must be found and brought to court." I think we are seeking the way? We're looking for a way down, in any case. But who on earth puts a riddle like that in an obscure language on a wall in a tomb? I mean, if you're hiding 'the way', you obviously don't want people to go there. So why would you give out clues? Perhaps whoever built that thing struggled with their memory. A wizard with dementia or something.
In any case, we continued on. The bell sounds got louder and louder as we walked, until we saw (well, Kurra and Ganoes saw, I didn't see a thing because they blocked my line of sight) an ant made of brass. It made the bell sounds as it walked into things. And dear Caba, I would not like to be in the way of that thing. It walked straight through walls and stones like they weren't there, leaving whatever it walked thorugh destroyed. And it was bloody huge.
So of course Ganoes struck up a conversation with it.
I have no idea what they talked about, because they spoke in a language I do not recognize. But they apparently came to a deal: If we killed one of its rivals, it would show us the way to treasure, and not kill us. Personally I liked the 'not kill us'-part best. I am ambivalent towards the 'taking more treasure from demons'-part, and outright sceptical to the 'kill its rival'-part. That last part seems unnecessarily dangerous, and I am not in the habit of trusting that demons do not go back on their word. But it was willing to leave us alone for now.
We continued on, and this time we found a good thing! An underground lake! And I know I said anything in the way of water would do, but... I honestly would prefer water with a little less 'will eat you if you swim' in it. I stuck my head in and found a giant eel with a mouth roughly 40 feet wide. Forgive me if you consider this blasphemy, Caba, but I would prefer not to be eaten by a gigantic eel, even if it is in your likeness. So I will satisfy myself with walking on the shore for the time being. But! The presence of a lake at all is promising! Perhaps there are other, unoccupied pools of water further down.
Kurra has also apparently learned the new, startling skill of teleporting. Which, I guess, made the task of getting the stone king we spotted on a ledge on the other side of the lake a much less daunting task than it could have been. I am very glad we did not have to disturb that (lovely! but huge) eel.
Moving on, we were reminded in a rather abrupt way that we should have been checking for traps, as Kurra stepped into a small room where the floor promptly fell out. Thank god he is as quick as he is - there was some sort of cloud or smoke at the bottom of that pit that I do not trust to be entirely innocuous.
Having been thus reminded, that was not the last trap we were faced with. In the hopes of keeping this succinct I will write what I remember from the next couple traps as bullet points: