|Ruined Tower by Spaceskeleton|
The walls were covered in an extensive bas-relief on either side depicting a series of stories which I assumed to be Myrkul's equivalent to a morality play. There was something odd about it that made me look a little bit closer.
I have often heard that it is a bit odd to find a warrior who has studied the Arcane Arts without actually becoming a mage. Please realize that my father is a sorcerer descended from silver dragons and one person out of each generation of my mother's bloodline down past unknown ages has been born a tiefling. In this generation it happened to have been my lot. Given these considerations, I find it rather makes sense to know something of magic. Aside from that, I am a Knight in Silver, I am expected to work with mages on a regular basis, so again an understanding is expected.
That tangent aside, my classes in the theory and workings of magic eventually allowed me to see that the bas-reliefs weren't simply a matter of explaining how to properly disembowel a victim to please Myrkul, but were in fact concealing principles of basic necromantic theory and it was growing progressively more complex.
We proceeded onward to another chamber after an uncertain distance had been passed. This one contained a quartet of magical statues which the mages of the party informed us had been enchanted with some sort of divination effect. After some period of caution we continued onward to another corridor and I began to realize that all the carvings on the walls were leading up to a primer on how to become a lich.
I informed my compatriots of this new piece of information and we eventually came to the conclusion that it might be better not to disturb this situation, I did collect the shattered skull, our temporary fix of its shape did not last, and the knuckles stating my plans to turn them over to a temple to Kelemvor at a later time.
We returned back the way we came, traveled back up the rope and again sealed the passage down by closing the hatch and piling rubble back on top of it. Then we passed the rest of the time waiting for the storm to give out. I recommended that we not fall asleep in that place and the party agreed with me so that we left exhausted the next day but were able to find a much more secure campsite to recover soon thereafter.
From there the trip to Triboar was rather uneventful save for Tarnish encountering some tiefling bard at the Swinging Sword and attempting a drinking contest of some sort. Now that we've arrived, we plan to complete a number of the tasks that have so far been laid before us includi...
As I write this I am suddenly aware that the statues in the hidden temple of Myrkul had been enchanted with divination magics and that I had spoken of my intent to alert the temple of Kelemvor while they were standing there. This may prove problematic. At the very least I shall have to relay this to the priests when I speak to them.
That's rather a poor showing for a follower of the Lady of Strategy.