7 Tarsakh, The Year of the Star Walker’s Return (1490 DR)
Tomb of Diderius, The Serpent Hills
The two colossal statues looked imposing.
As the adventurers approached the statues, they heard the sudden sound of grinding stone.
The statues turned their massive heads. Their shattered features stared down at five adventurers.
Two voices issued forth in unison and boomed out like an eruption from deep beneath the earth.
“Halt.” One statue boomed. “You come before Diderius, ether walker and conduit of clairvoyance. Behold ye now his wondrous triumphs. Diderius extends wisdom, and Diderius offers knowledge. Which do you seek?”
The group looked to one another and began to discuss which answer they should agree upon.
After a few moments, everyone agreed that “wisdom” would be the best answer.
“We seek wisdom!” Patch yelled to the statues.
The heads turned their attention to the fighter. “Diderius shall grant you what you seek, but only if you heed him and continue to show respect!” They then reverted to their original positions.
Everybody waited to see if anything would happen.
When it didn’t seem like anything was going to happen, they walked towards the entrance.
Varram’s group left a wooden ladder that extended up thirty feet to a stone stairwell to the entrance.
Once on top, they were able to see that the entrance had carvings depicting strange, otherworldly scenes.
“So who exactly was or is Diderius?” Deb asked. She touched the carvings in curiosity. “These carvings resemble places one can only dream of or visit on some other world or plane.”
Both Caldreas and Winslow were about to offer what little they knew about Diderius when Lo-kag interrupted them both.
The goliath barbarian cleared his throat. “Well, according to widely accepted disquisitions on the matter, Diderius, also known as The Great Oracle, was very much fascinated by powerful divination magic.”
Everyone stood dumbfounded and could only stare at the goliath.
“Who are you?” Patch asked, moving closer to the barbarian. “Whoever you are inside him, what have you done to our friend, Lo-kag?”
The others chuckled.
Lo-kag ignored the elven fighter’s side remark.
“As I was saying before being rudely interrupted,” Lo-kag proceeded to say. “Diderius was a scholarly wizard who was fascinated by the future possibilities of prime material realms.”
Lo-kag waved his arms as if presenting the wall carvings to art connoisseurs.
“Is he alright?” Deb asked scratching her head in disbelief. “Should we get him a healer?”
Caldreas put a finger to his mouth motioning for Deb to remain silent and not interrupt Lo-kag.
“It was while writing one of his famed treatises, aptly titled Transubstantiality Across Potentialities when Diderius discovered the location of a mysterious pool in a cavern complex said to be somewhere in the Serpent Hills.”
Lo-kag was now guiding the others past the carvings as if on a tour in some Waterdeep museum.
The goliath suddenly stopped as if pondering a sudden revelation that came upon him. “Therefore, this must be the legendary Tomb of Diderius.” He was now standing before a stone door that led inside. “Originally part of a manse the wizard had commissioned around the mystical divination pool he discovered, the complex was later converted into a crypt after his death.”
Lo-kag turned to look at the sand-covered plaza below. "The crypt looks down over the ruins of a town that once grew up around the magic pool which catered to the many pilgrims seeking Diderius’s oracular wisdom. "
The barbarian turned back to face the stone door. “The legend went on to suggest that Diderius lived for centuries. During his rather lengthy existence, untold number of kings and wizards came bearing tribute to his greatness.”
Having completed his presentation, Lo-kag turned to the others who still stood in awe at his knowledge of the ancient wizard.
“I only have one question, Lo-kag,” Caldreas started to say. “How exactly did you know all this?”
Lo-kag looked at the eladrin wizard as if the answer should be obvious.
“I noticed a book in your library back in New Bear’s Head when I came to visit you one day.”
“What made you choose that particular book?”
Lo-kag shrugged his shoulders. “Dunno. It had pretty pictures.”
The others barely managed to control themselves.
To be continued…
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