Friends, I normally don’t rush to post these, but the events of this adventure are so shocking that they must be shared immediately. I know several of my fellow party members will explode if they can’t discuss it.
After defeating the rust monsters, we saddle up and head back towards the room with the mouth, ready to do something with the stones, although we have no idea what.
Torkal: Torn between advancing the plot and rolling random encounters for us, Vaschon makes us take the scenic route.
Aleanghi: Don’t annoy the DM. It’s dangerous.
GM Vaschon: Proceeding another 40′ north you round a corner and continue NE. You arrive at an intersection. You can travel N, SW, E or through an archway.
Veracity: We haven’t seen a dragon for days. We’re due.
GM Vaschon: DM adds +2 to the random encounter roll for a snarky comment.
Poor tortured Val finally stops running away from us. We divvy up treasure and continue on into the formerly flooded passage.
GM Vaschon: Your party travels down the sloping passage and sees a long corridor to the east. Water appears to be mostly drained with roughly 2′ remaining.
Palin: “I can live with waist-high water.”
Aleanghi: (Beware that quote)
Torkal: “It could be worse. More slime or ooze water, with those mushrooms.”
Palin: You’re right, these quotes are dooming us.
This week’s update will be broken into two parts. The first involves me catching on fire – of course – but mainly, it’s all about Val. I have never ever seen someone have such a run of bad luck as Val did this week. It was just one thing after another, and most of those things were inflicted by his own party.
I was roundly chastised by the group last night for letting updates fall behind, so here we go with last week’s monster-filled session! Props to the GM for finding such excellent illustrations to enhance our experience.
We divvy up the stuff and the sole surviving Dwarven miner starts assessing what needs to be done.
I see a passage. Aleanghi sends down the bat. There’s somebody down there, coming our way. Turns out to be gnomes. And not friendly garden gnomes, mind you. These are Svirfneblin. Gesundheit.
When last we left our party, we were in a lift, headed down to a room where our three rescued Dwarves were going to fix some machinery for us.
GM Vaschon: Your party begins to descend and sees a very large machine room.
Val: is there a small man behind a curtain?
GM Vaschon: The room itself is 80′ x 80′ and filled with pumps and other gears. What a great place for an ambush. Your party is roughly 30′ from the ground.
Palin: Okay, I should say up front that both Vaeldriil and I are totally wiped. If a ginormous combat starts up, I don’t know about her, but I’m definitely going to have to call it a night. So we can start fresh with a massacre the next week.
GM Vaschon: Your party arrives at the machine room. The door opens and you are greeted by 5 drow elves.
Torkal: HOLY SON OF A
Veracity: …..
Palin: You are f****** kidding me.
Aleanghi: Oh for the love of…
Veracity: “Run away! Run away!”
Palin: Okay, I have to warn everybody up front that I only got a few hours of sleep last night, so I am prone to do something unexpected, like fall asleep or charge into the fray.
GM: So in other words, a normal week!
Palin: touche.
Break out your tarp, it’s about to get messy.
I’ll let Veracity sum up where we were when we left off.
Veracity: So. Two enchanters. Four spearmen. Val on the far side of the room untying captives.
Palin: I’m going to try to kill a spearman.
GM Vaschon: Ok, make the attempt!
onlinehost drtvini rolled 1 20-sided die: 4
Palin: sigh. Let the sucking begin.
More sucking below the cut.
So in the midst of last night’s mayhem, I had occasion to think, “hey, the giant celestial fire beetle is back!” Then I realized I’d never mentioned it in the writeups. So, without further ado, here is a word-for-word excerpt from week 2 or 3. We had just discovered a lift leading down to the lower levels of the mine. We’re just tooling along, minding our own business, when all of a sudden…