LRC:Defeating the Kocraken

Shannon is ready for the mines

At the Mines

After defeating the cokraken the party discovers that the "doors" seem to have no hinges, or even a hint of an opening.  It is as though they are false doors(not confirmed) carved from a solid wall of adamantine.  The dwarves intend to either breach the wall or dig under it.  Ruha believes this to be the entrance to a maze encountered adventurers on earlier quests invoving the rings of power.

Back in the city

Watch members have to guard the gala

Lukas Turns out I've been tapped to guard the upcoming Gala. I'm glad I was issued a proper watch uniform. I've got a bad feeling though. Just one of those little nagging little doubts. <DM note: Simon, and Timmie were tapped for guard duty, Lukas was not.>

Simon: Ahh... High Society. I look forward to ze affair even though I shall be working. If any of you plan on crashing ze event, I shall certainly look ze other way. However, I am not so sure Timmie will be so savvy. Disguises may be in order. Besides it would be kind of you to provide me with plausible deniability.

Talking with Ruha

Lukas: Finally! Some actual information on the devil elves. They sound like tough SOBs if you don't know much about them. At least we know something more than we did before. Unfortunately it is very disconcerting to find out that devil elves can alter their appearance to "blend in". So there very well could be devil elves among the watch and the nobility. Crap. At least Ruha likes us. I wouldn't want to be on her bad side.

Simon: Oui, it is bon to finally get some good information, mon ami. Although aside from ze history of zis island, she told us little we had not already surmised. It frightens me to know zat Ruha's sorcerous powers come from an ancestry of djinn. It is my theory zat ze devil elves wanted to use her soul as either a component for a spell or to power some other great magic. Any soul would be a powerful component, but to require such a potent genealogy... surely we are dealing with powers far beyond our own. Alas, one step at a time, oui?