Agenar’s journal, page 237

After an interval of recovery and refreshment, we followed Travis into the orange room. Here Lilith, one of four ghosts, greeted him. They offered no objection to his collecting the orange liquid in their care; when Travis added this final element to the alter, the fluids coalesced into a multi-colored stone.

Wynlynn then announced that she was returning to the red room. I followed, both to guard against trouble, and to re-visit the red library. When we returned a few minutes later, I had added “On the Negative Planes’ to my increasingly weighty pack.

We found the others staring at a beam of light extending downward from the middle of the alter. “This is it,” Travis said with a hint of awe. “This is where I find Thalnos.” He stepped into the light and disappeared. We had no choice but to follow.

I landed in a large room, where Val was already trying the door. Beyond it was a temple complex garden, with tree-lined paths, auxiliary buildings, and, visible in the middle distance, a ziggurat – from which a beam of light fed an astrolabe, floating above and displaying an unknown universe against our underground sky.

There was not time for wonder, as two Warforged, larger than Travis and heavily armored, approached in confrontation. After a failed attack, Val led the others in retreat. Travis, however, was granted passage into the ziggurat – lucky for him, I followed, as if hearing an unspoken voice.

Inside, from a narrow ledge around the great pit here housed, I saw what my readings suggest can only be a primordial titan – two hundred fifty meter tall being trapped by a lightening field, from whose skull streamed the light feeding the astrolabe high above us.

The sound of agony was, to human ears, unbearable. Yet through the field’s cackling noise, the shrill expressions of pain, and sounds of unseen mechanical works, I also heard – or sensed – articulate thought. In the primordial tongue. Calling, repeatedly, for help. For release.

I turned from this horror, helpless, in time to see two more Warforged attack Travis. One had injected the woodman with something that caused immediate, observable changes – Travis turned black and lost consciousness. I called out to spare the dying and the attacking Warforged retreated enough that I could drag Travis away. Though the titan’s keepers followed, we outran them and, plunging into the beam we had ridden to this place, soon returned to relative safety.

The others were huddled nervously around the rainbow alter, because the statue of Thalnoth had returned to its default position above and sealed our escape. Fortunately, as he had when discovering this elven hell, Travis activated the device, and we are now briefly resting within sight of that cursed monument in the upper cave. While I would free the titan from its bondage, Travis is turning a worrying black as strange magic fills his veins; I pray we leave here immediately. Tymora does not smile upon the foolhardy.