The travelers returned to Moon Isle Atoll by canoe along with Cayman. They proceeded directly to Keldon’s hut. They found him asleep, he awoke to find himself young and able to see. Delighted, he thanked the party wholeheartedly.
The group sat together and talked with Keldon, he asked what was the latest news in England – they told him of the goblin’s return, the burning of Southampton and of the raining toads. Keldon seemed deeply disturbed by the news, he then asked to look at the objects they had brought for him to inspect.
Keldon examined the objects carefully, starting with the strange staff. He spent nearly ten minutes looking it over while occasionally grunting and mumbling. He moved on to the other objects with similar results before he finally broke into coherent speech, “These are dire times indeed. Has anyone else inspected these objects?”
After responding with no, Keldon continued. “Good. These tools would be dangerous in the wrong hands, even knowing what is to come could be malignant to our world. What I am about to tell you is disturbing, to say the least. These writings tell of the goblin deity known as Maglubiyet, Battle Lord of Depths and Darkness… and the mighty orc god Gruumsh, The One Eye – He Who Never Sleeps, He Who Always Watches. Throughout the history of goblins and orcs, these two bloodthirsty and warmongering beasts have always fought one another with vicious fury and anger, always battling each other for territory, riches and power. That fact alone has always kept these despicable beings from ever gaining any real ability to take anything over. Add in power struggles within, betrayal and murder and these races soon dispatch their own and disperse into fighting factions against each other never gaining the organization and discipline needed to become a serious threat. But, now this has all changed.”
Keldon paused, opened the animal bladder used to hold the manioc beer the natives gifted and drank it down. “Maglubiyet and Gruumsh have formed an alliance. In all of the ages this is unheard of. The hatred and despise these two have for each other makes it seem impossible of such a treaty, but it is so… Indeed, it is so. The goblins and orcs are now working together, side by side, creating terrible weapons and training for war and destruction.”
Keldon drained the rest of his beer and continued, “The goblins are using these tools to summon forth orcs, trolls, hobgoblins, snarks, ogres and many other ferocious monstrosities – but their main purpose now is to bring forth the mighty warlord goblin champion, Blarg the Destructor. Blarg is a hideous creature who stands taller than the tallest of giants, his strength that of a hundred men and his wrath is a trail of misery and destruction. Friends, my saviors, this finding must be fate. It is surely the ancient ones who have brought this to you to save our world. The goblins and the orcs plot to eradicate the humans from Earth so that Gruumsh and Maglubiyet may use our planet as a stage for their final battle against one another.”
Keldon almost seemed to shake as he talked over all of these dark findings, even so he continued on, “The goblin shaman are using their staves and stone tablets to summon forth more goblins, some of which are shaman. They are searcing for the One Child. The writings on this staff tell that they are looking for a human baby. This baby is magical and will grow up to rival the powers of the great and legendary Merlin. The goblins are unsure of the age, so they are sacrificing all pregnant women as well as babies and children in their vile rituals. These rituals are wicked, they take the pregnant women and cut them open, taking the fetus and then cutting them from belly to throat in offering to Maglubiyet and Gruumsh. The women are raped in a frenzied orgy of blood and cold goblin semen before they torture and sacrifice them. The babies fare no better; they rape them continuously like heartless savages in front of their weeping mothers. The ritual is terrible and intended to invoke fear and chaos. This fear and chaos is the raw emotion that the goblin shaman use for their magic and are able to summon more from their planes. Should they find the One Child, they should be able to summon Blarg the Destructor.”
They could see the tears well up in Keldon’s eyes before he looked away to the stars. “As you can see, it is important that we get back to England.”
After hearing this story, Elora remembered something about a baby in her trials. She exclaimed, “Hey! I wonder if that baby in my visions had anything to do with this? I tried to hold this baby, and the tower I was in got ripped up by this huge monster who only had one eye! Keldon, what does this Gruumsh look like?”
Keldon responded in a dark tone, almost as though he were afraid to talk of it, “Gruumsh is the god of orcs. He is a god of conquest, survival, strength and territory. The tales and myths that have frightened children for thousands of years are nearly all gone now, but they tell of Gruumsh as a muscular and mammoth orc that is greenish-gray and covered with coarse hair. They say that long ago, when the Elven god, Corellon Larethian and Gruumsh battled that Corellon won the fight by putting out the left eye of the orc god with his elven steel. According to legend, the blood from his blade created the first elves. To this day, Gruumsh is seen with one eye and is how he earned his name, Gruumsh The One Eye.”
Elora proclaimed, “That sounds alot like the creature I seen. He screamed at me for the child… I remember the baby had red hair that seemed familiar to me for some reason.”
The party began to question now how to return to England. Madmoresight, being a sailor and knowing navigation only knew that England was to the east, which was not enough to go on. They asked Keldon how he found Moon Isle Atoll, he told them it was an accident, that a chest in N’bod’s room at the Shark and Anchor was glowing green. He climbed down the rope ladder and found himself here.
Knowing that Cayman was a friend of N’bod, and remembering that he mentioned something about it before, they asked him what he knew. Cayman was nearly drunk off of his manioc beer, he slurred “Yes, it was one day when N’bod who as usual showed up out of the blue. He asked to borrow my canoe so that he could reach a sea cave beneath the Singing Cliffs. He said he had a good bit of money there but the telepapod wasn’t workin like it should. I went with him to help get the treasure but as we got near the cave something attacked us from below. Like I said it wasn’t the Lurker as it would have dragged us under easily, plus it was during the day – that thing comes out at night. N’bod fell over and it was the last I seen of him. I went back to my hut in a panic. Well, yes I did go back a few days later to look for him but there were some nasty winged creatures that made a home on the cliffs. Harpies they call them, old sailor’s tales. Women who sing and lure men to their deaths. They are active during the day, so be careful then too.” He took another gulp from the skin then went on, “I remember N’bod saying something about a command word to make the thing open up for him. I can’t remember the name of them, but I think he said it was the name of one of his three ships. He musta had more than one portal to come through though…” Cayman returned to his beer.
The party tried to remember if they knew any of Captain N’bod’s ships, but did not. Keldon also didn’t. Kyrs produced the map of Moon Isle Atoll, looking for the Singing Cliffs. He noted the “Wreck of the Solaris” on the map. He exclaimed that that must be one of N’bod’s ships, but Cayman responded, “Nay, that ship was mine.” They decided that they would take the canoes to the Singing Cliffs right away.