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<blockquote data-quote="jydog1" data-source="post: 5287279" data-attributes="member: 48156"><p>session #4 Aug 16, 2010 - No requasit, no return</p><p></p><p>notes: First I should probably point out that if you might be in a campaign at some point that will be using Rise of the Runelords you might want to skip this thread, as I believe Duane the GM is drawing from the source material. Wouldn't want you to miss out on the surprises! </p><p></p><p>We reached 2nd level and I gotta tell you, it's somewhat depressing leveling up your sorcerer with his 4 skills right after helping your wife level up her bard (with 10 skills and just about all of them class skills). My lousy stats are starting to become an issue, but not much I can do but use creative alternatives. Chris, who plays the druid Telbaine, was out due to illness. We also added a new player, Peter, with his inquisitor Londis. He's very stern but promised not to judge us (judge judge judge).</p><p></p><p>I managed to roll a mighty 2 on my hit point roll and so remain low enough to be knocked out with a single blow from anyone who knows how to use a pointed stick. With only a new cantrip to choose I took mend. My rolling was abysmal this session, and thus the best-laid plans have gone awry . . .</p><p></p><p>From the journal of Grezzalik M'Rethen:</p><p></p><p>We came out of the Glassworks and stepped into chaos - guards running all over the place, yelling for the sake of yelling, and townspeople gathered around, watching with wide eyes. I spotted the Captain who'd been left in charge by the sheriff . After we gave her a debriefing on what had happened, I handed her the journal. "You should probably read this."</p><p></p><p>She nodded. "Get some rest. I'm sure you're going to need it." I heeded her advice - somewhat. A few of the items we'd found had magic auras, and I managed to figure out what one was before sleep finally claimed me. A ring carrying a measure of deflection. It'd be nice for me, but . . .</p><p></p><p>"I should wear this, you say?" Tofa stifled an early morning yawn. "Would it not help you, da, with your squishiness?"</p><p></p><p>"Yes, but you're usually in the front. Plus it's an enchantment that isn't negated by your armor - it actually works with it." I shrugged. "A nice piece, really."</p><p></p><p>"Da, then I will wear it. And the other things?" </p><p></p><p>"I need more time, which we don't have right now." I glanced over at Trixie, who looked impossibly bright and radiant for the hour of morning. 'Anyone know where Telbaine is?"</p><p></p><p>Nobody did. His shack was empty. So we headed over to the guardhouse, where we were informed that he'd been sent out to warn the surrounding farms of the impending goblin raid. In the captain's office we were introduced to Londis, a self-proclaimed inquisitor in service of 'The Church,' whatever that means. One of those 'cleanse the world of evil' type. He had a warhammer and armor, and that was all I need to know at that point. After discussion with the captain we decided that we needed to see where that tunnel under the Glassworks went, so we split up to get supplies. Londis came with me as I had planned on hitting the two alchemists I'd met, but plans were altered when I ran into CMOT Dibbler. I wasn't really in the mood for his patter as he tried to sell Londis one of his 'pork' pies, but he surprised me by having a load of useful things for me, payment for cashing in with our names. There was a potion of something we'd always called 'Clear Ear' at the Academy; a deck of 'special' cards that he suggested I give to the 'lovely, lovely' Trixie; some chew for Tofa that would extend that crazy kill-everything state she puts herself in; a weird little thing that could always detect north; and a bag of itching powder, which also reminded me of the Academy and times where things weren't actively trying to kill me. I thanked him and headed back, where we were joined by the ladies.</p><p></p><p>Trixie was fiddling with a new and very impressive-looking short sword. "Tofa got laid," she said without preamble.</p><p></p><p>"Uhm, good for her, I suppose."</p><p></p><p>She donned a fetching smile. "Maybe she can explain to you how to, you know, successfully close the deal."</p><p></p><p>Grumblemumblerazzafrazza. Smartass.</p><p></p><p>*****</p><p></p><p>Nassir the hunchback - that's terrible, but I misplaced the scrap of paper I have with his name on it - was waiting when we got back, along with an older retired paladin named Gavin we'd met a few days ago. To keep a long conversation short, he was acting as an agent of Ameko Kajitsu and came bearing thank-you gifts; two healing potions; a potion of Blur; a Potion we always called Can't Miss, but Nassir referred to as True Strike; and potion of Enlarge (small sips of which were very popular among the male students of the Academy, as you can no doubt imagine why). All were Nassir's work and quite well done - I made a point to tell him I'd come seeking his counsel on the subject later. </p><p></p><p>Gavin, who had told us the sad tale of his brother being the final victim of the Chopper back in the Late Unpleasantness, had decided that this would be the best way to honor his memory. He looked somewhat old for this kind of work, but we'd have been idiots to turn down the help of a paladin. One interesting tidbit we discovered - Nualla, the not-dead daughter of the ceased priest who appeared to be trying to 'ascend' into succubi-dom had gotten knocked up by a local kid named Dellich Viskantor. Quite the scandal, evidently, and probably the justification for the evil she was trying to do. I've never even met her and I can't stand her already.</p><p></p><p>So, tunnel. Straight and descending for a while before opening into a room. One tunnel went on and smelled of salt air. Another disgorged two humanoidish creatures with claws for hands. We chopped them up pretty quickly. We then discovered a complex that had been walled up, dedicated (of COURSE) to a dark goddess, complete with red marble statue and nice looking weapon head we, uhm, appropriated for study later. One large room was a prison of sorts, another filled with the remains of nice pots.</p><p></p><p>The we found the altar. There's always a dark altar in the stories, it seems, and weren't we just so very lucky to have found one of our own! It was filled with liquid and Londis and Gavin headed over there, clucking and mumbling and whatnot. I barely noticed, as my attention was focused on the large iron doors on the other side of the room. Large iron doors covered in runes.</p><p></p><p>Thasselonian runes. How <em>VERY</em> interesting.</p><p></p><p>Trixie came up, poked me. "Hey. You can read this?"</p><p></p><p> Intent on translating, I ignored her until she poked me again. "Yes, yes. It says . . . it says 'To the Purity of Wrath and the Seeds of Their Destruction.'"</p><p></p><p>She frowned. "What does that mean?"</p><p></p><p>I stuck out my lip, thinking. 'Well, it could -"</p><p></p><p>CLANG!!!!!!! </p><p></p><p>I turned to see Londis smashing at the altar with his hammer. An earsplitting shriek came from everywhere and nowhere, and through teary eyes I could read the runes around the altar - not Thasselonian - that said, "May the Waters of Lamastu Give Birth to the Horrors of this World." </p><p></p><p>Wonderful.</p><p></p><p>Londis and Gavin kept bashing away, finally shattering the basin and spilling the water (?) out. As they did the iron doors swung open, revealing another of those clawed creatures. And so battle raged.</p><p></p><p>The room was large and cold, the center dominated by a pool of water surrounded by staked skulls. A creature fitting the description of a quasit was fluttering above another pool in the back, and as it gestured the liquid next to it glowed and another monster clambered out of the one nearest us. I summoned an eagle and set it after the flying demon, as Tofa shouldered past me and into the room. The first creature went down but others soon attacked her, and Gavin ran to her aid. I sent a riding dog to help as well, glowing with celestial might. Trixie's kazoo rang out, somehow audible over the din of battle.</p><p></p><p>Then Tofa slid into her killing rage, and all nine hells broke loose at once.</p><p></p><p>She's usually a whirlwind of death and destruction when she snaps into this style, but this time it was clearly something else. Something worse. First off, the quasit, with my eagle in it's face, cackled with glee. That's never good. Tofa's eyes rolled back in her head, and her muscles visibly rippled as a swarm of black ravens suddenly appeared in a swarm, attacking everything near her, including Gavin. Then she attacked with blade and shield, mangling a clawed monster.</p><p></p><p>The pool behind her glowed. More came out. The quasit laughed again and urged her to keep killing.</p><p></p><p>By Shelyn's Glorious Lips, we were in trouble. I groaned, recalling the runes on the door. "Purity of Wrath" indeed. </p><p></p><p>It was obvious that Tofa was not in control of herself or her actions. It was also obvious that her killing things was a bad idea. She dropped foes and battered poor Gavin, who chose not to strike back. Trixie and I had the same idea at about the same time, but whatever spell she cast didn't work, and both Tofa and the quasit shook off my color spray. Meanwhile the battle raged on around us, with the quasit popping in and out of sight and dropping a spider on Trixie, who managed to hit Tofa with some spell that left the barbarian on the ground convulsing with . . . laughter? Trixie went down under the spider's assault and appeared near death, but Londis managed to save her in time. Righteous or not, his healing was helpful.</p><p></p><p>As was Gavin's, as he appeared to help Tofa clear her mind before tearing off after the quasit and actually grabbing it. Londis let out a yelp and slammed the iron doors shut, dropping the bar into place before they reverberated with a heavy thud. "We've got company!" The quasit stung Gavin mercilessly as he implored Tofa to chop its head off - she complied but only after pouring one of Nassir's healing potions down his throat. </p><p></p><p>What was I doing in all this? Missing again and again with elemental rays. After the last battle where I couldn't miss, it was doubly frustrating. But abruptly the battle was over. Gavin, weaving unsteadily, dropped the quasit's headless body, clearly suffering the effects of the horrid little creature's stings. Trixie looked pale and a trifle unsteady but was on her feet. Tofa was spooked about what had happened but otherwise looked her usual self. Londis also seemed quite fit for battle, and from what I'd seen had look quite capable. I was unharmed but quite low on magic - just one actual spell left at my disposal</p><p></p><p>The banging on the door, which had been steady, intensified. The metal bar began to bend but straightened it with one of my cantrips. Our options were trying either of the two other doors in the room - curiously not used for ingress by our would-be visitors, which might mean an escape route - or letting our new buddies come in and slugging it out.</p><p></p><p>If you've found this journal in a large room next to dusty, broken bones, then I guess it's easy to see which choice we went with.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="jydog1, post: 5287279, member: 48156"] session #4 Aug 16, 2010 - No requasit, no return notes: First I should probably point out that if you might be in a campaign at some point that will be using Rise of the Runelords you might want to skip this thread, as I believe Duane the GM is drawing from the source material. Wouldn't want you to miss out on the surprises! We reached 2nd level and I gotta tell you, it's somewhat depressing leveling up your sorcerer with his 4 skills right after helping your wife level up her bard (with 10 skills and just about all of them class skills). My lousy stats are starting to become an issue, but not much I can do but use creative alternatives. Chris, who plays the druid Telbaine, was out due to illness. We also added a new player, Peter, with his inquisitor Londis. He's very stern but promised not to judge us (judge judge judge). I managed to roll a mighty 2 on my hit point roll and so remain low enough to be knocked out with a single blow from anyone who knows how to use a pointed stick. With only a new cantrip to choose I took mend. My rolling was abysmal this session, and thus the best-laid plans have gone awry . . . From the journal of Grezzalik M'Rethen: We came out of the Glassworks and stepped into chaos - guards running all over the place, yelling for the sake of yelling, and townspeople gathered around, watching with wide eyes. I spotted the Captain who'd been left in charge by the sheriff . After we gave her a debriefing on what had happened, I handed her the journal. "You should probably read this." She nodded. "Get some rest. I'm sure you're going to need it." I heeded her advice - somewhat. A few of the items we'd found had magic auras, and I managed to figure out what one was before sleep finally claimed me. A ring carrying a measure of deflection. It'd be nice for me, but . . . "I should wear this, you say?" Tofa stifled an early morning yawn. "Would it not help you, da, with your squishiness?" "Yes, but you're usually in the front. Plus it's an enchantment that isn't negated by your armor - it actually works with it." I shrugged. "A nice piece, really." "Da, then I will wear it. And the other things?" "I need more time, which we don't have right now." I glanced over at Trixie, who looked impossibly bright and radiant for the hour of morning. 'Anyone know where Telbaine is?" Nobody did. His shack was empty. So we headed over to the guardhouse, where we were informed that he'd been sent out to warn the surrounding farms of the impending goblin raid. In the captain's office we were introduced to Londis, a self-proclaimed inquisitor in service of 'The Church,' whatever that means. One of those 'cleanse the world of evil' type. He had a warhammer and armor, and that was all I need to know at that point. After discussion with the captain we decided that we needed to see where that tunnel under the Glassworks went, so we split up to get supplies. Londis came with me as I had planned on hitting the two alchemists I'd met, but plans were altered when I ran into CMOT Dibbler. I wasn't really in the mood for his patter as he tried to sell Londis one of his 'pork' pies, but he surprised me by having a load of useful things for me, payment for cashing in with our names. There was a potion of something we'd always called 'Clear Ear' at the Academy; a deck of 'special' cards that he suggested I give to the 'lovely, lovely' Trixie; some chew for Tofa that would extend that crazy kill-everything state she puts herself in; a weird little thing that could always detect north; and a bag of itching powder, which also reminded me of the Academy and times where things weren't actively trying to kill me. I thanked him and headed back, where we were joined by the ladies. Trixie was fiddling with a new and very impressive-looking short sword. "Tofa got laid," she said without preamble. "Uhm, good for her, I suppose." She donned a fetching smile. "Maybe she can explain to you how to, you know, successfully close the deal." Grumblemumblerazzafrazza. Smartass. ***** Nassir the hunchback - that's terrible, but I misplaced the scrap of paper I have with his name on it - was waiting when we got back, along with an older retired paladin named Gavin we'd met a few days ago. To keep a long conversation short, he was acting as an agent of Ameko Kajitsu and came bearing thank-you gifts; two healing potions; a potion of Blur; a Potion we always called Can't Miss, but Nassir referred to as True Strike; and potion of Enlarge (small sips of which were very popular among the male students of the Academy, as you can no doubt imagine why). All were Nassir's work and quite well done - I made a point to tell him I'd come seeking his counsel on the subject later. Gavin, who had told us the sad tale of his brother being the final victim of the Chopper back in the Late Unpleasantness, had decided that this would be the best way to honor his memory. He looked somewhat old for this kind of work, but we'd have been idiots to turn down the help of a paladin. One interesting tidbit we discovered - Nualla, the not-dead daughter of the ceased priest who appeared to be trying to 'ascend' into succubi-dom had gotten knocked up by a local kid named Dellich Viskantor. Quite the scandal, evidently, and probably the justification for the evil she was trying to do. I've never even met her and I can't stand her already. So, tunnel. Straight and descending for a while before opening into a room. One tunnel went on and smelled of salt air. Another disgorged two humanoidish creatures with claws for hands. We chopped them up pretty quickly. We then discovered a complex that had been walled up, dedicated (of COURSE) to a dark goddess, complete with red marble statue and nice looking weapon head we, uhm, appropriated for study later. One large room was a prison of sorts, another filled with the remains of nice pots. The we found the altar. There's always a dark altar in the stories, it seems, and weren't we just so very lucky to have found one of our own! It was filled with liquid and Londis and Gavin headed over there, clucking and mumbling and whatnot. I barely noticed, as my attention was focused on the large iron doors on the other side of the room. Large iron doors covered in runes. Thasselonian runes. How [I]VERY[/I] interesting. Trixie came up, poked me. "Hey. You can read this?" Intent on translating, I ignored her until she poked me again. "Yes, yes. It says . . . it says 'To the Purity of Wrath and the Seeds of Their Destruction.'" She frowned. "What does that mean?" I stuck out my lip, thinking. 'Well, it could -" CLANG!!!!!!! I turned to see Londis smashing at the altar with his hammer. An earsplitting shriek came from everywhere and nowhere, and through teary eyes I could read the runes around the altar - not Thasselonian - that said, "May the Waters of Lamastu Give Birth to the Horrors of this World." Wonderful. Londis and Gavin kept bashing away, finally shattering the basin and spilling the water (?) out. As they did the iron doors swung open, revealing another of those clawed creatures. And so battle raged. The room was large and cold, the center dominated by a pool of water surrounded by staked skulls. A creature fitting the description of a quasit was fluttering above another pool in the back, and as it gestured the liquid next to it glowed and another monster clambered out of the one nearest us. I summoned an eagle and set it after the flying demon, as Tofa shouldered past me and into the room. The first creature went down but others soon attacked her, and Gavin ran to her aid. I sent a riding dog to help as well, glowing with celestial might. Trixie's kazoo rang out, somehow audible over the din of battle. Then Tofa slid into her killing rage, and all nine hells broke loose at once. She's usually a whirlwind of death and destruction when she snaps into this style, but this time it was clearly something else. Something worse. First off, the quasit, with my eagle in it's face, cackled with glee. That's never good. Tofa's eyes rolled back in her head, and her muscles visibly rippled as a swarm of black ravens suddenly appeared in a swarm, attacking everything near her, including Gavin. Then she attacked with blade and shield, mangling a clawed monster. The pool behind her glowed. More came out. The quasit laughed again and urged her to keep killing. By Shelyn's Glorious Lips, we were in trouble. I groaned, recalling the runes on the door. "Purity of Wrath" indeed. It was obvious that Tofa was not in control of herself or her actions. It was also obvious that her killing things was a bad idea. She dropped foes and battered poor Gavin, who chose not to strike back. Trixie and I had the same idea at about the same time, but whatever spell she cast didn't work, and both Tofa and the quasit shook off my color spray. Meanwhile the battle raged on around us, with the quasit popping in and out of sight and dropping a spider on Trixie, who managed to hit Tofa with some spell that left the barbarian on the ground convulsing with . . . laughter? Trixie went down under the spider's assault and appeared near death, but Londis managed to save her in time. Righteous or not, his healing was helpful. As was Gavin's, as he appeared to help Tofa clear her mind before tearing off after the quasit and actually grabbing it. Londis let out a yelp and slammed the iron doors shut, dropping the bar into place before they reverberated with a heavy thud. "We've got company!" The quasit stung Gavin mercilessly as he implored Tofa to chop its head off - she complied but only after pouring one of Nassir's healing potions down his throat. What was I doing in all this? Missing again and again with elemental rays. After the last battle where I couldn't miss, it was doubly frustrating. But abruptly the battle was over. Gavin, weaving unsteadily, dropped the quasit's headless body, clearly suffering the effects of the horrid little creature's stings. Trixie looked pale and a trifle unsteady but was on her feet. Tofa was spooked about what had happened but otherwise looked her usual self. Londis also seemed quite fit for battle, and from what I'd seen had look quite capable. I was unharmed but quite low on magic - just one actual spell left at my disposal The banging on the door, which had been steady, intensified. The metal bar began to bend but straightened it with one of my cantrips. Our options were trying either of the two other doors in the room - curiously not used for ingress by our would-be visitors, which might mean an escape route - or letting our new buddies come in and slugging it out. If you've found this journal in a large room next to dusty, broken bones, then I guess it's easy to see which choice we went with. [/QUOTE]
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