After a few months of pleasant drifting they approach the location of one of the Oathbreaker’s satellite locations. A tower and outbuildings sit atop a cliff. The tower and surrounding buildings are ruined, but there are signs of a below-ground complex, as evidenced by double doors and a hallway that extends into the mountain, accessible by a wide ledge that runs along the cliff-face.

The group disembarks, parks the airship and begins poking around. They encounter and slay a water elemental that drops a blue and a golden key. They find written information that cannot be seen unless exposed to direct sunlight – happily provided by the Oathbreaker’s Blade – and writing that can be seen with darkvision. The information written contradicts each other...

The lich is pleasant and chatty. It asks the party’s intentions and mentions that it doesn’t get a lot of visitors out in the middle of the ocean. The group nods in stunned silence, but there is a bit of sotto voce conversations going on in the back row of the party. “Are we doing this”? “Should we attack”? “What is it saying”?

Eventually the group decides on violence and Ivan charges while the wizards prepare spells. Ivan’s charge is stopped when he runs into what turns out to be a wall of force. The lich disappears in a puff of colorful smoke and when the wall is brought down, the undead is nowhere to be seen, though a four-armed flesh golem is ready to deliver the beats...

Elulyn advocates vigorously for keeping the airship. Yes it is impractical as a conveyance and yes it makes additional precautions necessary, but how cool is it to float around in your own zeppelin boat?

As the sun starts to rise, they realize they are far out to sea, with the possibility of as landmass far to the north. They adjust the sails and close the vents to gain some altitude, then spend a few days drifting in that direction. BY cover of darkness, a landing party leaves the airship and sets down in this foreign land. Elulyn summons some mounts and he, Justicar and Mr. T ride out.

They make contact with a camp of stonecutters who seem perfectly fine with random wanderers coming up on them out of the darkness...

The scriptorium is found and it is looted and the contents destroyed. Elulyn is sad. He pokes around in the paper pile and convinces the party to spend a bit of time organizing. Eventually they find little of direct value and venture on, seeking the last few doors to pen and rooms to plunder.

They find the chambers of the high priest who is entombed in oily tendrils of rock, with only his crystalline skull free from the rock matrix. They snag the skull and plunder the bookshelves, finding the elusive prayer book of altar cleansing.

They anticipate a pitched battle to enter the altar room and transform the druid into a vaporous bat, ringed in a wall of fire that swoops around the room annihilating the leftover shadows. Of the vampires there is no trace – odd but ok...

The massive door is a momentary roadblock, for Mr. T is immune to poison and Malchor’s Crown blankets the area with a Dispel Magic to suppress any arcane traps. Soon the door is opened and the group is in the bedchambers of the Oathbreaker for whom the tower is named. Much searching and detecting and a sliding panel and a secret journal later the pool of life sucking is turned off. Elulyn maintains his predilection for art theft by slicing a huge painting out of its frame and rolling it up for sale on the secondary market. Most importantly, they score a silver, gem studded chalice which will be needed to open the catacombs.

The group presses on, clearing a training room full of wights, then slaying a few more wights as they poke around...