We come to a rest after Gondar slays two more without much effort. Gondar decides to take the blood drenched bed, the bed that just two moments ago was being warmed by the unfortunate Xvart. El Bardo looks dazed.. or in a trance, just staring off into the distance.. Its a small room so I wonder what he’s looking at.

Darkbreaker’s talking to me again, I wonder if the group are just having me on that they can’t hear him.. i mean El Bardo may be just listening in while he’s staring at the wall?

Gondar looks like he’s having a nightmare… seems to be sweating and rolling this way and that. He awakes with a start and is just shaking in the corner. I ask if he’s ok but he seems pretty dismissive.. maybe the bloody bed isn’t warm anymore as he’s shivering.

A couple of hours pass by and I can hear some scurrying and scratching back and forth outside the door.. it seems periodic and goes on for a little while then nothing. Did the rest of the group hear this or is it my mind playing tricks?

We all wake up eventually.. wasn’t the best of sleep, we search the body in the room with us and find a bag of ears.. Gondar takes it to make a collection with his teeth.. I’ll keep a look out for some eyes or something maybe he had bad dreams worrying about the collection.. maybe this’ll help his sleep!

We make our way out of our makeshift camp and the group seems to want to go south however I have an urge to go north. I’m not sure what makes me want to go that way but it feels the right choice. I decide to smash the door down.. maybe this’ll make El bardo like me or get him out of his slumber.. he likes kicking things alot!

We found what the Xvart we had prisoner described as a laborotory.. and theres more green gas bottled up everywhere around us. It looks like they’ve had this setup for exports as theres boxes full of the stuff.

Gondar found some books but it looked like he couldn’t quite make out the words.. they did look long… I’ve been drawn to this big mechanical chamber that looks filled with the green gas. Did I just see a face within the green gas??

Was it my own reflection.. it could have been El bardo’s maybe.. I mention it to the group and they look on at me with that same look they’ve had since i found them again.. not sure if its a good or bad look come to think of it… the rooms eerily silent – BANG- a hand slams the glass – BANG – another thud a contorted face appears for a moment.. it whispers of help!

El Bardo anounces they’re milking the guy… not sure what he means as i dont see any cattle in the room at all.

El Bardo looks like he’s suddenly out of his slumber, he assures the gas we’re friendly. The green gas politely asks us to release him and then smiles at us.. he seems friendly! El bardo wasn’t sure if it was sincere however it did look like it took the gas thing effort to communicate.

Suddenly El bardo jumps into actual and running drop kicks the chamber. I’m not sure how it’s still in one piece… before the rest of the group can react his second attempt smashes the chamber into pieces.

Woosh.. it suddenly feels like we’re in the middle of a storm… gusts of wind swirling engulfs us… i think its the green gass .. all the vials and boxes are shattering around us. A green form starts to rise up in the middle of this storm.. am i imagining this.. i look around and the others certainly seem like they’re fixated on the same thing. in that moment it feels like the sound cuts out in the room.. even though I can feel so much whirling around me.. glass shattering… “thank you kind souls” and as quick as the room filled with gas it was gone again and we were left looking at each others.

All that was left apart from the broken glass is one green stone. El Bardo finds a bag of potions and declares himself potion master and hands out one each to everyone… I down mine and look on eagerly while the group have “that look” again in my direction.. by the time I realise they’re only sipping their potio….

I’m standing in a room… it looks like a bulls been let loose in here.. everything is smashed… how did I get here… Last thing I remember is I left the group at camp and helped Sildar and Adrik find a ride back. Sildar spoke of his reasons for being in Phandalin. He seems to be looking for his compatriot and fellow Lords Alliance member Iarno Albrek. A human wizard who was sent on behalf of the Lords Alliance almost half a year ago to oversee the growth of Phandalin. Sildar hasn’t heard from him since he left. He looks scared.. i think he believes he won’t see his friend again.. i hope we can help find him as he really saved us back in the caves and it’s the least we could do. We reach Tribaor Trail and manage to stop a wagon on its way to Phandalin, Adrick and Sildar bid me farewell. I make my way back to camp and as I approach I hear some panicked breathing… its a young boy.. I think my appearance must have scared him.. I apologise and say I didn’t mean to scare him. He tells me his names Burty.. Hi I’m Matt, nice to meet you Burty!

Burty explains he saw me leave with two men a little while ago and that he asked my group for help to gather some jewels and gold to feed him and his friends but as they approached this old tower they were ambushed and taken below. He looks genuinely sad that he’s gotten them into this mess.. Don’t worry little guy we’ll go and find them, I’m sure they’ll be fine.. they’re a capable bunch.. Burty takes my hand and leads me to where they were taken… Not many people look to hold my hand… I’ll do my best to help Burty. As we head to the old tower I hear some rustling and suddenly green gas surrounds us.. “Burty stand behind me… I’ll protect you…”

Where did Burty go? Is he here with us? What is this hammer I have in my hand… it feels like its emanating a soft glow in my hand… what happened to this room? The group have this look they seem to reserve for me… not many answers are forthcoming so I fall silent and confused with everything until I hear a voice… it’s not a voice I’ve heard before, did the rest of the group hear him? I look to El Bardo and I’ve never seen his eyes glare red before but he looks in a fit of rage that disappears as quick as it arrived… I decide I won’t mention the voice to the group as they look like they’re all fixated on vials they’re all holding.. oh wait I have an empty one in mine?
What’s going on, I’m so confused and a little worried. Before I can think things over… Gondar starts to float off the floor a few feet… and Maisee is glowing in this dark room… what the hell’s going on.. Am I in a nightmare/dream?

The group make their way into an altar.. I follow them and see what looks like it was sacrifice on the middle of the floor. The group don’t batter an eyelid, they just walk on by into a communal area. This has two bodys laying in the middle of the room.. ones a little boy… oh no it isn’t Burty? Thank god it doesn’t look like him! The group again don’t much take notice.. Am i seeing things they aren’t? Am I hearing voices they cant? My heads hurting… theres too much to take in at the moment.

As we make our way up what looks a broken part of the building a flood of memories washes over me and it all comes back.. this is just so overwhelming.. I need to take it easy for a moment.. the group are off doing their group thing… There’s a loud scream I think it was Maisee. A gangly chest towering over all of us… Maisee is down and looks to be bleeding quite a lot… By the time I look back to this beast I see El bardo has it in a hold… does he have bag pipes in his hands as well?? Somehow he’s playing a tune! As utterly amazing as this sight is Maisee raising from the dead is even better. The chest tries to push El bardo which angers him and he just shoves it to the ground.. Me and Gondar see this opportunity to start wailing on the chest… – FLASH – WHIZZ – Out the corner of my eye it looks like Maisee nearly set herself on fire with a massive explosion. I look back and El Bardo’s talking about a pickle named Rick.. this must have been a secret phrase as this chest all of a sudden explodes gunk all over us! The group decide nows a good point to take a rest.. I’m scared to go to sleep, if the past day wasn’t a dream I dread to think what awaits me tonight.