User blog comment:Daestar/Journal of the Mage/@comment-2151573-20100627223447

Well, today is the day I leave Bravil and wander around for some reason or another. I'm still not sure my purpose, but with some fine magic I'm sure to be ready for anything. I sold some of my supplies that I didn't need at the Fair Deal and finally walked through those gates, head and flaming fingertips held high. Boy it's hard to walk and write this stuff down at the same time! I had heard stories of the old ruins to the west, Anutwyll, being a fine place to go when leaving Bravil. Almost as soon as I arrived I was assaulted by a fire ball coming from a grey looking fellow on wings, of course, fighting fire with fire is a rather simple task. A step inside and the whole room shook with Ayleid traps going off from more of the impish creatures, this would be beyond dangerous. I was smart to keep my lockpicks because some long dead elf had made a door in my way too difficult to open with a wriggle of my fingers, and I used up more than half of my picks! This place had better be well worth the trouble. The air in this place is almost the worst of it all, the stench of the imp creatures and the traps activated with poison are enough to make an orc notice. Success! After finding a secret chamber a glowing white shard was revealed to me, surely magic in nature and quite valuable. Ugh...curse these elves three times over, I was trapped in a small area with gas being shot down my lungs, only through some frantic potion drinking did I survive this place so far. Then I found that the trap I had sprung had no room beyond it, except for the sparkling shard and some gold I had gained little form this whole experience! I decided to head back to the swamp town, head lowered, to sell what little I found and maybe to see if the Warlock's Luck had anything new for me to cast in a frenzy for my next adventure.