Lazybones
Adventurer
I've been asked to guest-DM a 3.0/3.5 game in January; should be interesting, as it's been quite a while since I've run a tabletop session. I'll take notes in case it ends up as story fodder. Since I'm inserting an adventure into an existing campaign, I was thinking of running "Chadranther's Bane" from Dungeon magazine #18.
I now have 8 posts drafted for KotS (although a few are still a bit rough). I hoping that I can get the rest of the story done during the holiday week lull. Assuming all goes as planned, I'll post M-W-F until it's done.
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Chapter 58
Devrem’s assumption proved to be true, as they encountered no organized resistance moving further into the complex. They found several rooms that had obviously been quarters for hobgoblins; these showed signs of having been hastily vacated and looted, a confirmation that the surviving hobgoblin guards had decided to cut their losses and depart. At one point they were attacked by a giant spider that leapt at them from a darkened corridor, but the adventurers had been expecting an attack, and the creature was cut down before it could do more than punch a few holes in Mara’s cloak with its fangs. After cleaning their weapons, they moved on, leaving the bloody carcass lying in the passageway behind them.
They finally came to a set of double doors decorated with grim designs that looked to have been marked with charcoal upon the faded wood. Devrem stared at them for a moment, but said nothing. Finally Mara stepped forward and tried the handle on the nearer door; it gave with only slight resistance, revealing a large chamber beyond.
The room was dominated by its central feature, a massive stone plinth that supported a kneeling stone figure of a warrior, clad in breastplate and helm in an archaic style. The depicted fighter bore a sword that he held in a ready position, as if frozen in the instant before a strike. The statue occupied the center of the room, under a domed ceiling that rose up to an apex a good twenty feet above the floor.
There were other, smaller statues in the far corners to the left of the doors, gargoyles or dragons or somesuch, resting on smaller pedestals. Beyond the central statue they could just make out a deep alcove or annex, which looked to be occupied by several additional carvings that were not quite distinguishable at this distance.
For a moment the companions just took it all in, then Mara shifted her swords at her hips and started forward. But Beetle, who had slipped into the forefront of the group, held up a hand to forestall her.
“What’s this, now?” the fighter asked.
Beetle didn’t respond or even turn; he took a step forward, but kept his hand up as if it were a barrier to keep them back.
“Let him go ahead,” Jaron said in explanation. “This is his thing.”
Mara shook her head, not quite understanding, but she remained with the others as Beetle walked alone into the room. As the halfling drew apart from them the room he seemed to grow smaller, or maybe it was the room and its statues that seemed larger and more menacing by comparison. Beetle walked straight toward the large statue of the warrior, until he suddenly stopped a good ten paces from the base of the plinth. He stood there for almost a minute, staring up at it in silent appraisal.
“What is he seeing that we’re not?” Elevaren asked.
Mara, still looking dubious, opened her mouth to retort, but before she could respond Beetle suddenly took a step forward. The reaction was immediate. The statue twisted and pivoted, its sword lashing out in a deadly low arc that would have cut the halfling in two. But even as it surged into motion Beetle retracted his step, moving back to where he’d been a moment before. The tip of the stone blade passed close enough to lift his cloak in the gust of his passage, but it did not connect. Beetle simply stood there and watched the stone giant as it recovered from its swing, and fell back into the same ready position it had been in when they had first entered.
“It seems we have reason to be grateful for your cousin’s instincts,” Devrem said.
“What’s he doing now?” Mara asked. And indeed Beetle had turned away from the statue—after dragging the toe of his boot across the spot on the floor where the range of the warrior’s sword extended, noting the edge of the “safe” zone with a scuff mark—and started toward the dragon statues on the far side of the room.
“There are potent magical forces at work here,” Elevaren noted, but that much was obvious to all of them.
Beetle slowed slightly as he approached the nearer of the two dragon-statues. The thing was tiny compared to the stone warrior, but still it loomed over Beetle, its lifeless eyes seeming to monitor his approach.
“Be careful,” Jaron whispered, almost to himself.
None of them were surprised when the dragon statue turned out to be a trap. But all of them were caught off-guard when the head of the statue shifted slightly, and it breathed out a gout of brilliant scarlet energy, a deadly stream that washed over Beetle, obscuring him from the view of the others.
“Beetle!” Jaron yelled, but he was too late and too far away to intervene as Beetle vanished within the pyrotechnic surge.
I now have 8 posts drafted for KotS (although a few are still a bit rough). I hoping that I can get the rest of the story done during the holiday week lull. Assuming all goes as planned, I'll post M-W-F until it's done.
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Chapter 58
Devrem’s assumption proved to be true, as they encountered no organized resistance moving further into the complex. They found several rooms that had obviously been quarters for hobgoblins; these showed signs of having been hastily vacated and looted, a confirmation that the surviving hobgoblin guards had decided to cut their losses and depart. At one point they were attacked by a giant spider that leapt at them from a darkened corridor, but the adventurers had been expecting an attack, and the creature was cut down before it could do more than punch a few holes in Mara’s cloak with its fangs. After cleaning their weapons, they moved on, leaving the bloody carcass lying in the passageway behind them.
They finally came to a set of double doors decorated with grim designs that looked to have been marked with charcoal upon the faded wood. Devrem stared at them for a moment, but said nothing. Finally Mara stepped forward and tried the handle on the nearer door; it gave with only slight resistance, revealing a large chamber beyond.
The room was dominated by its central feature, a massive stone plinth that supported a kneeling stone figure of a warrior, clad in breastplate and helm in an archaic style. The depicted fighter bore a sword that he held in a ready position, as if frozen in the instant before a strike. The statue occupied the center of the room, under a domed ceiling that rose up to an apex a good twenty feet above the floor.
There were other, smaller statues in the far corners to the left of the doors, gargoyles or dragons or somesuch, resting on smaller pedestals. Beyond the central statue they could just make out a deep alcove or annex, which looked to be occupied by several additional carvings that were not quite distinguishable at this distance.
For a moment the companions just took it all in, then Mara shifted her swords at her hips and started forward. But Beetle, who had slipped into the forefront of the group, held up a hand to forestall her.
“What’s this, now?” the fighter asked.
Beetle didn’t respond or even turn; he took a step forward, but kept his hand up as if it were a barrier to keep them back.
“Let him go ahead,” Jaron said in explanation. “This is his thing.”
Mara shook her head, not quite understanding, but she remained with the others as Beetle walked alone into the room. As the halfling drew apart from them the room he seemed to grow smaller, or maybe it was the room and its statues that seemed larger and more menacing by comparison. Beetle walked straight toward the large statue of the warrior, until he suddenly stopped a good ten paces from the base of the plinth. He stood there for almost a minute, staring up at it in silent appraisal.
“What is he seeing that we’re not?” Elevaren asked.
Mara, still looking dubious, opened her mouth to retort, but before she could respond Beetle suddenly took a step forward. The reaction was immediate. The statue twisted and pivoted, its sword lashing out in a deadly low arc that would have cut the halfling in two. But even as it surged into motion Beetle retracted his step, moving back to where he’d been a moment before. The tip of the stone blade passed close enough to lift his cloak in the gust of his passage, but it did not connect. Beetle simply stood there and watched the stone giant as it recovered from its swing, and fell back into the same ready position it had been in when they had first entered.
“It seems we have reason to be grateful for your cousin’s instincts,” Devrem said.
“What’s he doing now?” Mara asked. And indeed Beetle had turned away from the statue—after dragging the toe of his boot across the spot on the floor where the range of the warrior’s sword extended, noting the edge of the “safe” zone with a scuff mark—and started toward the dragon statues on the far side of the room.
“There are potent magical forces at work here,” Elevaren noted, but that much was obvious to all of them.
Beetle slowed slightly as he approached the nearer of the two dragon-statues. The thing was tiny compared to the stone warrior, but still it loomed over Beetle, its lifeless eyes seeming to monitor his approach.
“Be careful,” Jaron whispered, almost to himself.
None of them were surprised when the dragon statue turned out to be a trap. But all of them were caught off-guard when the head of the statue shifted slightly, and it breathed out a gout of brilliant scarlet energy, a deadly stream that washed over Beetle, obscuring him from the view of the others.
“Beetle!” Jaron yelled, but he was too late and too far away to intervene as Beetle vanished within the pyrotechnic surge.