D&D Week 5
We were chugging along pretty well for the first part of the evening. We went for 45 minutes without disaster striking. Then, while routinely dispatching a small group of zombies, our rogue was diseased. Remember, kids: when you grapple a zombie,you’re grappling every zombie that that zombie has grappled, too.
I have little room to talk, as I was also diseased. Not with disgusting fast-growing boils like the rogue, but with blurred vision. However, since I as a player also have this, it really wasn’t so bad. My Dwarf got healed up a bit, then dissed the hireling for his crappy wand of healing. In response, he gave my Dwarf a big hug. He also picked her pocket in the process. She hasn’t noticed it yet.
Many spells misfired, causing a lovely shower of fireworks. Miraculously, nobody was set on fire. We should have seen this as foreshadowing.
Later, the other fighter in our party failed to make his way off of a trap he’d wandered onto. Instead, he was impaled by four spears, thrusting upward from beneath. Yowch. He got off with surprisingly little damage. Musta been that chainmail codpiece.
I give the rogue a hard time, but this week he did manage to shimmy across not one but two large traps, including the Spears of Proctology, and disarm them handily. Unfortunately, on the other side of the spears were pits of liquid which were almost certainly a trap. The fact that our mage’s familiar, a small bat, was Kentucky Fried on the top of it lent weight to that theory.
Fire. Why’d it have to be fire?
Someone – maybe our mage – decided to kind of wave their quarterstaff above it to see what would happen if it were triggered. Answer: Huge gouts of fire shot up and the backwash of flame came right at us. Everyone escaped without harm – except yours truly. The bard and fighter beat my flames out. Why is it always ME who winds up on fire? Next time I’m in town I’m getting an asbestos vest.
Once I was no longer burning, we continued on. We found the bodies of some dead miners, chained up and ready for reanimation by the necromancers occupying the mine. We also found a kobold who was hammering out chains for the necromancers. We convinced him to be friendly towards us, and are waiting in his small room in safety (hopefully) until next week’s adventure. Tune in next week to see who gets set on fire! Same burnt bat time, same burnt bat channel!
To sum up for those who didn’t want to click on the cut:
Zombies killed: 3
Traps triggered: 2
Party members diseased: 2
Dwarves set afire: 1
Bats broiled: 1
Winner: we’re still walkin’, so us by a hair! Yay!
It wasn’t the mage who waved the QS, it was the monk, I think.
The mage was still staring in horror at her chargrilled bat. 🙁
(I still wanna recover his body after he has done his post-mortem distraction duty. Fams can be raised. Though I may not be able to afford it anyhow.)
It wasn’t the mage who waved the QS, it was the monk, I think.
The mage was still staring in horror at her chargrilled bat. 🙁
(I still wanna recover his body after he has done his post-mortem distraction duty. Fams can be raised. Though I may not be able to afford it anyhow.)
You’re right, it was the monk.
Poor bat. Lovingly recovered by his owner, only to be cruelly thrown back to the bad guys by the rest of the party. It is a far, far better thing he does…
You’re right, it was the monk.
Poor bat. Lovingly recovered by his owner, only to be cruelly thrown back to the bad guys by the rest of the party. It is a far, far better thing he does…
Oh you’re so selfish. It’s always about you. I’m on fire, put ME out…
::wide grin::
Oh you’re so selfish. It’s always about you. I’m on fire, put ME out…
::wide grin::
Hee!
Hee!
I think we should name your bat Flambe. I’m glad you mentioned fams can be raised – I was going to suggest eating it. Tell you what, if I’ve got money left over after my asbestos vest, I’ll make a small donation to the Raise Flambe fund.
I think we should name your bat Flambe. I’m glad you mentioned fams can be raised – I was going to suggest eating it. Tell you what, if I’ve got money left over after my asbestos vest, I’ll make a small donation to the Raise Flambe fund.
Well, it’s either be raised, or not be able to replace it for a year and a day (eep!). Unless those rules have changed from 3.0 to 3.5. Or unless it’s a sorcerer vs. wizard difference.
Either way, I’ve grown attached to the bat myself (nevermind how my poor mage must feel), so I’m definitely of a mind to try to recover the bat’s body next go-round for raising if at all possible.
Well, it’s either be raised, or not be able to replace it for a year and a day (eep!). Unless those rules have changed from 3.0 to 3.5. Or unless it’s a sorcerer vs. wizard difference.
Either way, I’ve grown attached to the bat myself (nevermind how my poor mage must feel), so I’m definitely of a mind to try to recover the bat’s body next go-round for raising if at all possible.
[22:50] DM: 4 spears thrust from the ground, 1 of which giving Torkal an enima.
[22:50] DM: GM Vaschon rolled 1 8-sided die: 8
[22:50] DM: he takes 8 damage
[22:50] Stacey: Sarira grins over at Veracity and murmurs to her, ‘The elf seems to have random bouts of sanity.”
[22:50] Max: face=palm
[22:51] Karen: Veracity says a little inadequately, “Oh dear.”
[22:51] DM: The spears retract.
[22:51] Heather: butt=spear
[22:50] DM: 4 spears thrust from the ground, 1 of which giving Torkal an enima.
[22:50] DM: GM Vaschon rolled 1 8-sided die: 8
[22:50] DM: he takes 8 damage
[22:50] Stacey: Sarira grins over at Veracity and murmurs to her, ‘The elf seems to have random bouts of sanity.”
[22:50] Max: face=palm
[22:51] Karen: Veracity says a little inadequately, “Oh dear.”
[22:51] DM: The spears retract.
[22:51] Heather: butt=spear