From the Diary of Rudolpho Milano

Dear Diary,

I killed the bat god!

After we battled the krakens in the pool room, we just sat it down right there and had a solid eight-hour rest. I was in a horrible dream that I was caught in an endless conversation with Vin when I woke to the sound of Vin's voice telling me that it was time to get up... My nightmares are becoming more real with every passing day.

As I was rubbing the crusties out of my eyes, Daria proceeded to open one of the three doors leading from the chamber. She's so good that she opened all three at the same time. Unfortunately, that revealed three ten-foot tall goat-headed losers with ranseurs kinda like the one that I picked up – only the size of a tree trunk.

After a short but painful battle, we left that room hauling those massive weapons. We tried the last unexplored section of that underground crypt. In the last room, we found some crappy religious stuff, pardon my being redundant. There was a big boring altar on a big boring dais in the middle of the room; there was a statue of that stupid bat god at the far end of the room; and there were a half-dozen dead loser storage boxes on the sides.

Seeing no losers to send to the great beyond, I decided right then and there lie down and have me a nap - my previous attempt at sleep having been rudely interrupted by you-know-who. The altar looked to be the perfect place - it was more than long enough for yours truly to really stretch out and relax while the academics puttered around and said smart brainy stuff and felt smart and brainy.

No sooner had I lied down when Daria starts bugging me; asking me if I want to play sacrifice or something. I didn't have time for her stupid games and told her as much. Then as I stretched out Ortho starts pestering me to quit fooling around and help. Help what?

Ortho told me to check out the altar – which I was. So I just showed him what I thought of the altar and the ancient Olman and their boring bat gods and their stupid goat losers and their entire loser-worship culture. I unfastened my breeches and proceeded to relieve myself on the altar.

Just then, my relief was interrupted (once again rudely) by Vin yelling for everyone to take up arms. Some tall, greasy black bat-shaped thing had appeared beside the statue. That pathetic bat god had finally showed himself! I fumbled with my breeches, grabbed my falchion and ran toward the battle.

The battle was unremarkable for the most part. As usual, I was doing all the major butt-kicking while everyone else took notes. Then, it happened. The bat-loser bit Vin a good one! There must have been some poison in those fangs because the next thing I know Vin's not looking too hot. Any human would have turned a pale green. Vin's not human though – he turned a kind of gray / yellow. He stagged back and everyone else finished the battle. A little bit after we killed the bat god, when everyone's forgotten about Vin, he says all pitiful sounding “Guys, I don't feel too good.”

Blood was starting to run out of Vin's eyes, ears, and mouth when Z grabbed him and started laying on the holy-healing. Vin survived but he's still not back to his normal healthy blue.

We got some OK crap from looting the sarcophagi - nothing too exciting. But I am happy that we killed the Olman's stupid bat-god.

On with the voyage South I suppose.

-R