Kobolds, Slimes and Waterfalls! OH MY!
I’ll try and be brief as once again I’m massively behind in doing the campaign write ups for both Team Awesome and The Comedy of Errors (Formally Team Pedant) so my players, sorry if I miss things or don’t have details of the cool things you’ve done as once I get back up to date I’ll try and do a write up shortly after playing while I still remember everything.
We re-join our heroes standing over the unconscious body of Denny laying at deaths door next to a withered humanoid corpse and their cart with all their spare items (Bed rolls, food, clothes ect) had been pillaged. After inspecting the corpse, it was concluded that this human had died from a large burst of negative energy which drained the very life essence of this unknown soul. Denny seems to have suffered fresh trauma from his cursed crown of thorns piercing his skull presumably in response to Denny becoming angry. The kind and empathic adventures then stood over Denny discussing if they should just leave him bloody in the mud, put him out of his misery while he can’t defend himself since he could be a danger or heal him and try and remove the curse to see what his personality would be like without it (Also noting they can just kill him if he is too evil) in the end the party decided to heal him and leave Denny as he is.
Upon talking to Denny they are told that a number of people came out the tunnel (presumably the rest of the bandits) and started stealing things and according to Denny they told him they were planning on doing “Bad Things” which made Denny angry enough to attack and drain the life from one of them (Inflict Wounds) but then his head hurt and one of the strangers turned into a bear and mauled him. He said that the bandits took the parties spare goods from the wagon as well as stealing the horse and headed north, though the tracks seemed to magically disappear after a few paces. The party decided to head back to the Longbridge Trading Post just a few hundred feet away and rest for the night, after having a few drinks to celebrate not dying.
A farmer who was headed up from the south was telling tales about how only a few hours ago a “Great golden river beast came out the water with a drowned cursed soul which shouting in a strange tongue, the river beast stole the man’s horse for the drowned one and headed south”
Feanaro spent time talking to the old man they rescued who had no magically ability but was a herbalist and a bit of a historian so was able to give some information about the fort, Fort Moya, and sold him a potion used as a horse stimulant to temporarily remove exhaustion but at risk and an ointment for Aiken Drum in case his sexual adventuring became dangerous and they were far from a healing priest.
Anvil tells the party that she will not travel in the same group as Denny Skullcrusher (Who she spent a short time talking to until she realised who he was) as tales of Denny’s younger life had reached even her home in the Outer Rim. The party chose to keep Anvil with them leaving Denny, still cursed to be kind and with brain damage, to continue his journey to learn about the religions of the past.
The party also found out that this unnamed baby was left outside of the Trading Post to die after his father apparently went insane and fled the area and his mother committed suicide, lacking a better option the party kept the baby against the wishes of Torvad Hax.
Rested the next day the party decide that tracking the Bandits would be hard due to a druid’s ability to hide their tracks and going south after a dragon only really appealed to Grimbol they decided to go back to Fort Moya and explore what ley below as they had heard from the herbalist that tales spoke of a treasure vault.
This time the whole party ventured past the large magical blast doors down into the tunnels below Fort Moya and followed behind Aiken Drum as he checked for traps, finding the same skeletal remains of Orcs with acid burns they also noticed that many of them had the back of their skulls broken in, they then found fresher orc corpses though fresh is a relative word and these had died either by weapon strikes or having their skulls smashed open and apparently their brains removed. The room with the only slightly rotted orcs had two doors, one with a hastily made barricade and another leading west. Some went to the western door while Grimbol and Anvil started demolishing the barricade blocking the northern door.
The western door lead to a room with four large banners, one had the same symbol as Feanaro’s new amulet that opened the outer vault door which he believes to be the sigil for Fort Moya, the other three were blank. There was a large table in the middle of the room that had a strange illusion spell cast upon it, it showed the ruined fort above as well as the land around, you could see birds flying and the corpses of the bandits left rotting above. Feanaro declared that this was some sort of scrying table showing the lands within a mile or so at this moment.
While they were examining this the barricade had been removed and impatient to find his doom Grimbol moved forward into an area that could once have been a barrack but the dividing walls for smaller rooms had been knocked in and a huge pile of furs had been placed in the middle of the room, they had found the orc’s lair, no living orcs were to be seen. The furs were searched and bones and a few coins were found. This room had four doors leading from it and this is where Team Awesome’s team work skills really came together… as they all walked off in different directions at once.
One path led to another great vault door with the words written “Sanctum of The Commander of the Mortal Bastions” Feanaro’s amulet had no effect on this door.
One path led to a room filled with hundreds of goblets, tankards and other drinking vessels with a strange stone rune carved plinth in the middle, on pressing one of the one hundred tiny runes on the plinth the stone basin at the top filled with alcohol and grabbing the most expensive looking goblet to scoop it up a disappointed voice spoke “Using a golden chalice to drink Dwarven Battle Stout… you have chosen poorly” and no other effect. Though that rune was now darkened, it’s magic spent.
One path led to an armoury, though it had been looted there was a few javelins and daggers laying around. Disappointed they moved on.
I’ll try and be brief as once again I’m massively behind in doing the campaign write ups for both Team Awesome and The Comedy of Errors (Formally Team Pedant) so my players, sorry if I miss things or don’t have details of the cool things you’ve done as once I get back up to date I’ll try and do a write up shortly after playing while I still remember everything.
We re-join our heroes standing over the unconscious body of Denny laying at deaths door next to a withered humanoid corpse and their cart with all their spare items (Bed rolls, food, clothes ect) had been pillaged. After inspecting the corpse, it was concluded that this human had died from a large burst of negative energy which drained the very life essence of this unknown soul. Denny seems to have suffered fresh trauma from his cursed crown of thorns piercing his skull presumably in response to Denny becoming angry. The kind and empathic adventures then stood over Denny discussing if they should just leave him bloody in the mud, put him out of his misery while he can’t defend himself since he could be a danger or heal him and try and remove the curse to see what his personality would be like without it (Also noting they can just kill him if he is too evil) in the end the party decided to heal him and leave Denny as he is.
Upon talking to Denny they are told that a number of people came out the tunnel (presumably the rest of the bandits) and started stealing things and according to Denny they told him they were planning on doing “Bad Things” which made Denny angry enough to attack and drain the life from one of them (Inflict Wounds) but then his head hurt and one of the strangers turned into a bear and mauled him. He said that the bandits took the parties spare goods from the wagon as well as stealing the horse and headed north, though the tracks seemed to magically disappear after a few paces. The party decided to head back to the Longbridge Trading Post just a few hundred feet away and rest for the night, after having a few drinks to celebrate not dying.
A farmer who was headed up from the south was telling tales about how only a few hours ago a “Great golden river beast came out the water with a drowned cursed soul which shouting in a strange tongue, the river beast stole the man’s horse for the drowned one and headed south”
Feanaro spent time talking to the old man they rescued who had no magically ability but was a herbalist and a bit of a historian so was able to give some information about the fort, Fort Moya, and sold him a potion used as a horse stimulant to temporarily remove exhaustion but at risk and an ointment for Aiken Drum in case his sexual adventuring became dangerous and they were far from a healing priest.
Anvil tells the party that she will not travel in the same group as Denny Skullcrusher (Who she spent a short time talking to until she realised who he was) as tales of Denny’s younger life had reached even her home in the Outer Rim. The party chose to keep Anvil with them leaving Denny, still cursed to be kind and with brain damage, to continue his journey to learn about the religions of the past.
The party also found out that this unnamed baby was left outside of the Trading Post to die after his father apparently went insane and fled the area and his mother committed suicide, lacking a better option the party kept the baby against the wishes of Torvad Hax.
Rested the next day the party decide that tracking the Bandits would be hard due to a druid’s ability to hide their tracks and going south after a dragon only really appealed to Grimbol they decided to go back to Fort Moya and explore what ley below as they had heard from the herbalist that tales spoke of a treasure vault.
This time the whole party ventured past the large magical blast doors down into the tunnels below Fort Moya and followed behind Aiken Drum as he checked for traps, finding the same skeletal remains of Orcs with acid burns they also noticed that many of them had the back of their skulls broken in, they then found fresher orc corpses though fresh is a relative word and these had died either by weapon strikes or having their skulls smashed open and apparently their brains removed. The room with the only slightly rotted orcs had two doors, one with a hastily made barricade and another leading west. Some went to the western door while Grimbol and Anvil started demolishing the barricade blocking the northern door.
The western door lead to a room with four large banners, one had the same symbol as Feanaro’s new amulet that opened the outer vault door which he believes to be the sigil for Fort Moya, the other three were blank. There was a large table in the middle of the room that had a strange illusion spell cast upon it, it showed the ruined fort above as well as the land around, you could see birds flying and the corpses of the bandits left rotting above. Feanaro declared that this was some sort of scrying table showing the lands within a mile or so at this moment.
While they were examining this the barricade had been removed and impatient to find his doom Grimbol moved forward into an area that could once have been a barrack but the dividing walls for smaller rooms had been knocked in and a huge pile of furs had been placed in the middle of the room, they had found the orc’s lair, no living orcs were to be seen. The furs were searched and bones and a few coins were found. This room had four doors leading from it and this is where Team Awesome’s team work skills really came together… as they all walked off in different directions at once.
One path led to another great vault door with the words written “Sanctum of The Commander of the Mortal Bastions” Feanaro’s amulet had no effect on this door.
One path led to a room filled with hundreds of goblets, tankards and other drinking vessels with a strange stone rune carved plinth in the middle, on pressing one of the one hundred tiny runes on the plinth the stone basin at the top filled with alcohol and grabbing the most expensive looking goblet to scoop it up a disappointed voice spoke “Using a golden chalice to drink Dwarven Battle Stout… you have chosen poorly” and no other effect. Though that rune was now darkened, it’s magic spent.
One path led to an armoury, though it had been looted there was a few javelins and daggers laying around. Disappointed they moved on.
One path led down a corridor with a waterfall in the middle, the corridor seemed to have collapsed / been washed away a long time ago. Rather than trying to climb over the wet rocks to the side to bypass the fast falling water Grimbol heroically jumped through the waterfall… or at least that was the plan. Sadly, a natural 1 went bouncing down the whole hitting a few rocks before falling into an underground lake.
With his dwarven darkvision he could see a shore, which he swam towards, along the shore was a bunch of spikes with several small skulls placed upon each around the entrance to a cave. A magical message spell asked him where the fuck he had gone and so the party eventually found out that their Dwarven ally had fallen.
Aiken Drum used his climbing kit to anchor a rope and he climbed down fighting the rushing water pushing on him, finding himself hanging over a lake, before he could get more rope Torvad Hax came flying down striking the water as he had failed to hold onto the rope so Aiken just dived in after them followed by Anvil.
Feanaro and Garlon moved past the waterfall to see what lay beyond, finding a locked door Feanaro started blasting through it with his Firebolt Cantrip. After a short time, he managed to blast through the door into yet more stone corridors that came to a cross section, noticing that there was not a single speck of dust, mud or evidence of rodents that had been seen all over the place so far Feanaro was reminded of the acid cleaned orcs and remembered reading studies on a creature called a Gelatinous Cube, he then spent the next few minutes explaining in depth to Garlon exactly what sort of a creature this was.
Meanwhile Grimbol, Anvil, Akin and Torvad went into the cave and found furs on the floor and a makeshift bookcase and cowering in the corner a small Kobold creature named Dekin. Shocked by the appearance of strangers Dekin asked if one of them was the Mighty Lord! For whom Dekin and his tribe had waited for generations. The party said they knew the Mighty Lord and asked where his tribe were, Dekin says he was the last one left here as the tribe had gone deeper underground. Dekin claims to have been charged by the last lord of Moya to await the new lord and hand him the Holy Book of The Mighty Lords Words! Which had almost all the pages torn out of this small journal. Dekin said he knew a secret stairway up to the entrance of Moya and so they followed him around the underground lake did indeed find a stairwell going up leading to a secret door taking them right to first corridor they passed through when they entered here a few hours ago.
During his lecture on the nature of magical acidic creatures Feanaro was struck by… some sort of acidic creature! Both he and Garlon fled the slime creature without pausing, Feanaro tried to leap through the waterfall rather than climb slowly around but sadly our master of magic is not the most athletic of the party and was washed down the hole, Garlon wanted to jump across the waterfall… he also rolled extremely badly and went bouncing down tunnel and took greater damage as he tried to shield the small baby he had been carrying on his chest, he had made a makeshift rig for the child the night before, and so the last of the party fell into the underground lake. Anvil heard the shouts as the fell and ran back down the secret stairway and gathered them all at the top of the stairs, soggy by alive and only slightly dented.
Seeing the amulet being worn by Feanaro, Dekin dropped to his knees holding the book aloft and swore undying fealty to The Mighty Lord! (Even if he did mutter to himself how the mighty lord didn’t look very mighty)