Entry Date, 26th Kythorn 1368 DR
After the battle we licked our wounds. This battle taxed some of our prowess and one of the dwarves was seriously injured. It is a good thing that I am somewhat skilled in the art of healing, after some care and rest it appeared that he would be fine. Kelemvor will not see his soul to the afterlife this day.
After a short rest and some prayer, one of the dwarves along with the gnome started to tinker with the only door in the room. The dwarf must have become frustrated at his progress with the lock and pulled out some type of arrow and shot it at the door. Upon the arrow’s impact the door disintegrated and the dwarf stepped through. This is a rather hasty bunch; I’m somewhat dismayed that we aren’t resting longer. Certain members of the party could use the time to heal naturally.
I’m not sure exactly what the first dwarf found on the other side of the door but soon afterwards the two Dwarves started a lengthy conversation. Apparently there was a creature on the other side. The dwarves soon turned the conversation to the Gnome. I never quite understood Dwarven humor, or for that matter the practicality of humor in general, but It appears the gnome likes to “use his tool.”
When I made my way through the door I found that the other side was a short hallway leading to another door. It appears we have found a human, even more surprising, we found a live one.
The new fellow seems to have already entered into some sort of pact with one of the dwarves and for some reason he seems to believe that the pact he made has compelled me to heal him with my gods’ power. He is sorely mistaken, only my gods speak for me. I have found that too many priests give too freely to men who would oh so quickly take that power without a thought but would not give back without being forced.
Our discussion must have continued for some time because one of the dwarves came back looking for us.
Up ahead they had found a room with several statues. Several of the statues were of warriors, one of a miscreant, one of a sorcerer. The statue of the sorcerer was holding out an open book to us. On the book was a riddle.
“Two as one can win the day,
The one with two shows the way,
Brave the blade to break the seal,
Twist the knife it will reveal.”
I had most of the riddle correct, we twisted the knife in the hand of the miscreant and a secret door opened in the room below. We all proceeded to the room. In the room there was a sarcophagus. The cover was elaborately shaped into the figure of a lying woman. The sarcophagus itself contained several items and a blessing/curse that accompanied them. The dwarf quickly collected what was there.
We moved forward to the door at the far end of the riddle room. The room beyond had 2 ladders going down on either end. We decided to move down the left ladder. I think one of the dwarves moved ahead and surprised a hobgoblin performing some kind of ritual. All too soon it became apparent that the ritual was to animate a dead Minotaur. Obviously a battle ensued. We took what I would consider light causalities given the circumstances. A search of the dead hobgoblin has led us to believe that it was in the employ of the “dead” god Bhaal.