Trapped in the Zombie Sewers

Damn, we can’t get out, there’s something on top of the sewer lid. So I guess we’ll have to fight our way through these zombies. There are so many and although I’m pretty experienced in combat, I got swarmed and couldn’t really move or hit them as well as I’m used to. Somehow Eira simply obliterated them with her magic in one swoop and they were done. Let’s get out of here. The one guy that looked still somewhat fresh had a map of sewer sketches and their intersections wrapped in wax cloth. We could still read it because the wax kept it dry enough. It seems this was the guy who attacked us last night. Well, karma, I guess.

At Trollskull manor we shower and crash. Everyone’s gone to sleep and I’m alone in the kitchen, having a few beers. This was a close call today, and Eira saved us all. I bring out the small wooden wolf figurine I have since… well as long as I can think. Why do I have it? Where did I get it from? And why do I continue to carry it around? Strangely, I feel I need to protect it whatever the cost. “But why? It doesn’t make any sense”, I think as I pass out at the kitchen table.