Tomb of Horrors: ECL 9 Nost Wight Underfolk Wild Mage 4 Cleric of Boosh 3 Mystic Theurge 2: Entry 1

I have been recruited as a mercenary. To find and destroy a major undead fiend, while plundering any riches along the way.  I care not for riches or fame. I care not for the party I find myself joined with. I sought this campaign out, pushing my will upon a venerable sage. My mission given to me by Boosh himself, recover the body of Faerevan Faustwiil. It has been said that the mighty Priest of Madness fell in this tomb. However, Faustwiil never made it to Boosh's domain. I must find a way to send Faerevan home. I have yet to reveal myself to the party. They seem to be truly grieved over the loss of thier comrades. Genuine despare for the death of their gnome brother in arms. Perhaps I will reveal my misson and my true power. Hail Boosh.

Tomb of Horrors: ECL 10 Daerev Wer'Vrinpict Dragonborn Dragon Shaman 10: Entry 9

So far in my adventures I have had some way to find information about what I need to do.  And if no information was available, I at least had someone I trusted to turn to.  Now I have neither.  My faithful companion Tore stands ever by my side and I have come to trust the Drider so far as she has not fled in the face of our failures.  We are met with new faces, with new talents (some that are a painful reminder of friendships cut tragically short) but still no helpful information on how to proceed further with this quest.  I am forced to ask if it is worth it at all.  I know that somewhere in this dreadful tomb lies an evil that must be vanquished and Bahamut would wish for me to fulfill the desires of his heart.  Do I continue in the name of Bahamut, or do I continue for my own reasons... Testing my strength against the worst odds to see if my sacrifice was worth it.

Tomb of Horrors: ECL10 Faerevan Faustwiil Arcane Gnome Wild Mage 6 Favored Soul 1 Priest of Madness 3: Entry 10

Mighty Boosh.......I'm Coming Home....................

Tomb of Horrors: ECL 9 Bruhgos Drider 9: Entry 7

Alas, poor Faerevan, I knew him well!! A more devoted companion none could hope to find. He always drew his magic from a deep well of bravery and a desire to bring himself and his fellow sojourners to our ultimate goal of surviving this perilous tomb of horrors.  They say the road to hell is paved with good intentions.  So often our great gnome's casting went awry, to the detriment of one or all of us....but mostly to his own.  If it had just been a matter of heart, every spell would have succeeded, and never would we have watched as our dear wild mage shrank himself into oblivion...all for the fulfillment of our quest.  Tragically, his greatest and final nemesis was one from which neither his own magic nor the efforts of his fellows could save him.  In the end, the lava got the better of our diminutive friend, and we are certainly the worse for his passing.  As the object of his often overwhelming(but not unrequited)affection, it is my hope that he was welcomed by the many breasts of his most revered Boosh, and that he watches over those of us who remain, ever on the edge of our own proverbial lava pits.  Farewell, my small sorcerer, my wee wizard, my minute mage.  Within your small frame beat the heart of a giant...and you take with you also the heart of a drow.  Rest in peace, mon coeur.

Tomb of Horrors: ECL 9 Daerev Wer'Vrinpict Dragonborn Dragon Shaman 9: Entry 8

"NOOOOO!!!!!"
(Blast of flame, followed by lightning, then acid, then frost, then more lightning.  The roar of the dragon, anger being played out through primal rage, echoes down the corridor.  A seemingly endless display of raw power issues forth from his mouth.  When exhuastion finally took over he collapsed on the floor, a tiny spark of electricity issueing forth in utter denial of his failure).
My best friend is dead.  It is clear to me that we have ventured into a place where we cannot keep connected with our gods.  The gnome's new found faith was of no worth in this singular moment of great tragedy.  Regardless of how much respect I have for Bahamut, he did not give me the kind of power to overturn these dark events.  What do I do now?  Do I continue on a path that may kill us all, risk losing myself further to the power of the Great Beast?  Or do I choose another way?  

DM Entry: Tomb of Horrors

The floor of the long hallway drops as the passage erupts in a bright orange glow and a blast of infernal heat.
Two of the explorers suddenly plunged into boiling lava below.
Hijo the factotum never resurfaced, believed to have died the moment he was swallowed by the lava, roasted alive.

Tore the Troll watched helpless in morbid fear as his best friend vanished into the pool of lava as well.
Using his large size to push past everyone, and with no regard for his own safety, he reached his hand into the red melted stone and iron and grabbed Faustwiil's body, pulling him free of the lava, only to discover that the gnome had died the moment he became immersed in the lava.

Tore stands motionless in disbelief, looking at the charred husk of what was his friend only moments before, as the molten red substance solidifies and cools into a black shell over most of the body of his long time buddy. He hardly even notices the healing spells being applied to the gnome by the others in hope that just maybe something will revive him.

After some time he finally turns around to look at the others. They are all resting now, sleeping. How long has he been communing with his friend in silence? For the first time, he examines the the burn-scar on his hand and forearm, a scar he knows will not heal naturally, even with his troll regeneration.

His mind recalls how he had wanted to show his friend today what he had learned to do recently. But things had been so busy, as they always were. He had been practicing writing his friend's name in Gnomish, as he had seen the gnome write it so many times. Look. Look what I learned today, Faustwiil, he thinks as he carves an epitaph of sorts into the black burned flesh of his forearm:

Faustwiil

Tomb of Horrors : ECL 9 Daerev Wer'Vrinpict Dragonborn Dragon Shaman 9: Entry 7

Every breath is a testament to my strength.  But this quest may very well take any sanity we all have left...

Tomb of Horrors: ECL9 Faerevan Faustwiil Arcane Gnome Wild Mage 6 Favored Soul 1 Priest of Madness 2: Entry 9

Never have I been surrounded by such chaos. I could feel at home (if not for the persistant evil). This ramose labrinth,comprised of worked coridors, unworked crawlspaces, and secret rooms, has no rhyme or reason. It does not function as practical fortress or stronghold. It does however, provide sanctorium for  a greater evil. This is an afront to my god. I must ferret out this wicked one or turn him to the service of Boosh.

Tomb of Horrors: ECL9 Faerevan Faustwiil Arcane Gnome Wild Mage 6 Favored Soul 1 Priest of Madness 2: Entry 8

Sometimes... you must jump. Friends and chaos demand it. Hail Boosh!!!

Tomb of Horrors: ECL 9 Bruhgos Drider 9: Entry 5

Never have I been this close to death. My return to the darkness of underground passages has been met with pain and disaster. Everyone had the potential to fall including the newcomer to the group. As of yet I know not his worth. Even the mighty dragon received a Rick Rolling. Perhaps this adventure is beyond us...

Tomb of Horrors: ECL 9 Dearev Wer'Vrinpict Dragonborn Dragan Shaman 9: Entry 6

We have begun a new quest.  Testing our strength against ancient secrets.  Tore already fell and we have had to fight several demons, and we haven't even gotten inside.  We may have over stepped our bounds.  All of us will be put to the test and must come together as a team to survive.  Lets hope the new guy is worth his weight.