It was the tinkerer’s idea to use the silver blade on the … membrane. All other ideas had failed us. We should have walked away from that faint glittering. Why couldn’t we have just resisted? Wasn’t the smell of that place omen enough?
I raised an eyebrow at the suggestion of using the blade. “What?” the tinkerer said, “It’s what I do. I tink and I know things” Then he winked. My father’s words to never put faith in a gnome echoed in my head. Whatever my misgivings, I was outnumbered in the voting.
Bellrick’s massive arms tensed as he forced the blade, finally piercing the thing, drawing strength from the others’ shouts of encouragement. The shouts quickly became screams as they poured from the wound… the source of that glittering light finally made known. Bellrick, so close, so bent to his task, had no chance. He was drown in them almost immediately. Poor Bellrick.
Like waking from a nightmare, I remember only vague details of our fiery retreat to the surface. It’s true. Our humble party had released Rackne’s Curse upon the realm. May the gods have mercy upon our souls.