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<blockquote data-quote="jydog1" data-source="post: 5298154" data-attributes="member: 48156"><p><strong>Session #5, August 23rd, 2010 - That Kiss is Not on My List</strong></p><p></p><p>Notes: Some notes before, some after. This was the first time we had the full compliment of players together and it went pretty well. The personalities of the characters are really starting to fill out and get embellished, and it's been fun to interact with one another (especially with Londis, who is every inch the Inquisitor and clearly thinks we're godless heathen).</p><p></p><p>Group rolling was pretty decent, except for me. I was BRUTAL. Three different d20s and no luck with any of them. Let me put it this way - I had to roll better than a 5 for something and almost boned that (got a 6, fer krissakes). The only good roll I made was for an initiative check that didn't matter, but more on that later. I also made a brutal rookie-like mistake, but we got around it. Noob . . . We had a discussion via email as to what we wanted to do, fight or run, as we'd figured one of the other doors had to be a way out. Much planning over nothing, of course . . .</p><p></p><p>From the journal of Grezzalik M'rethen:</p><p></p><p>::BOOM:: ::BOOM::</p><p></p><p>Sometimes the biggest fights can be decided by the smallest things. Like right now, I was trying desperately to keep the bar holding the big iron double doors shut from being snapped as something pounded away on the outside. Brute strength versus my mend cantrip, a throwaway learning spell. </p><p></p><p>I was slowly losing.</p><p></p><p>::BOOM:: ::BOOM::</p><p></p><p>Gavren was babbling about sacrificing himself so we could escape, but that wouldn't have been an option even if the other doors had led somewhere - which Trixie soon discovered they didn't. A mini-chapel, complete with lit candles, and a storage closet. Wonderful.</p><p></p><p>::BOOM:: ::BOOM::</p><p></p><p>I dug in my pack, found some door wedges, pounded them in behind one of the doors. We'd decided on a plan of action and started getting ready. Further rummaging in my bag, I found the salve I was looking for - I knew it was conjuration and healing, but hadn't had time to figure out exactly what it did. Looking at Gavren's pallor and his struggle to breath, I figured it couldn't hurt.</p><p></p><p>"No, no, I'll stand long enough to hold them off, and you-"</p><p></p><p>"Easy, Gavren." There was a particularly nasty sting mark just beneath the lower edge of his banded mail, and I applied the salve to it and watched with a mixture of curiousness and hope.</p><p></p><p>::BOOM:: ::BOOM::</p><p></p><p>Right, those guys. I distractedly cast mend again as Gavren's eyes snapped open in surprise. Color returned to his skin, and his breathing evened out. "I feel better, lad." He lurched to his feet, still a trifle unsteady, and added, "Much better, actually. Still not that well, but much better." His gaze hardened as he stared at the door. "Let's send these thing back to the hell they came from."</p><p></p><p>Okay. I could get behind that.</p><p></p><p>Trixie popped the door with a spell of her own, our warriors at the ready. Tofa was just enormous, having quaffed the Enlarge potion, and Londis stood at her side. They were immediately confronted by horrible mockeries of life, a goblin and a human twisted into hideous forms. The goblin-thing had 4 arms, while the human had tentacles of some sort. More Sinsouls could been seen as well. This wasn't going to be easy.</p><p></p><p>I read the Grease spell from the scroll we had, dropping it on their side of the door. The goblin-thing immediately went down in heap. Tofa and Londis began hacking away. The battle was joined.</p><p></p><p>The creatures had been using part of the broken altar to breach the door, and their strength was appalling. I produced a flask of oil to toss, wick at the ready and . . . had I not thought of a way to light it? Really? I handed it to Trixie and told her to find something as the battle raged. She and Gavren figured something out, and it lofted over the battling warriors, hit the floor and went up, igniting the grease as well. The monstrosities screamed in rage and pain, further exacerbated when Trixie drilled one with the bag of itching powder.</p><p></p><p>Speaking of pain, the slug fest in the front line was a bloody affair. Both Tofa and Londis were getting battered, but the were giving better than they got, and soon the goblin-thing went down with a shriek. The tentacled beast was still a problem, even as I tossed another vial of oil to keep him cooking. My summoned celestial dog didn't last long, poor thing, beset on all sides by sinsouls and what appeared to be zombies, if what I'd seen in books was correct. With both warriors starting to waver things were looking dicey. Was I really going to meet my end in this horrid place?</p><p></p><p>The horror lurched as an arrow slammed into its back. Where did that come from? As the fire died I launched my final bit of lightning at it, but although I nailed the thing it didn't seem to do much. More arrows followed, and above the yells of combat I could make out Telbaine's voice. Nice timing, that. Later I would discover he was accompanied by the ranger Shala, and the two of them, with Telbaine's fox, were enough to decide the battle. </p><p></p><p>Exhausted, we slumped against walls, doors, whatever. "Telbaine," I sighed, "you sure know how to make an entrance."</p><p></p><p>---</p><p></p><p>Nassir Voss was offering us a good deal, but we needed more. "We can afford the healing potions, my friend." I pulled him off to the side and opened up a sack. "What can we do for this?" </p><p></p><p>His eyes widened as he peered inside, no doubt recognizing what remained of the quasit. "We can do thomething very good, misther Grethh." Indeed he could, because I felt pretty good with the Restoration potion we took in trade. Along with 3 healing potions for a fair price we were somewhat well-restocked. We'd gotten a host of stuff as well - a magic morningstar that Tofa wanted (of course) but Londis ended up with; a returning throwing knife, also magic, that was perfect for Trixie; a masterwork handaxe; and a small silver dagger I took. </p><p></p><p>The captain wanted us to go back in and check the rest of the place - the guards wouldn't even go 10 feet into the tunnel. We agreed, but insisted we needed to rest first. Shala reported the goblins were starting to mass at the Thistletop's village - we needed to take care of that soon. After resting and healing (and running into that merchant girl again at her father's shop, who let me know there was still a problem with the 'rats.' I must admit she is rather attractive, though, and perhaps - no, no, I have much more important things to worry about!) we did indeed go back down, and found behind a runed and trapped door (I deciphered the runes, Trixie tripped the trap) some ruins, more of less: Some books that unfortunately crumbled at our touch; a room with twisted remains behind locked doors, all adorned with the rune that Telbaine is searching for; and odd room with deep shafts that had zombies in them - we eliminated them by having Londis drop acid on them with a spell; and then an odd spherical room that I can only assume was the quasit's bedroom. It had some odd stasis field that I didn't want to mess with and disturbing words along the wall - anger, wrath, revenge, torture, fury, etc. Evidently this Lamatsu broad must be a nasty piece of work. There were floating items too, and my extend-a-hand cantrip proved most useful, once someone reminded me to use it as I posited more mundane retrieval methods. </p><p></p><p>It had been a long couple of days. We got an iron wand I'm very, very interested in trying to identify; an empty bottle of House Deverin wine that had a scroll of Burning Hands inside; a bestiary of sorts written in abyssal, which OF COURSE Trixie speaks; and </p><p></p><p>The last corridor was, of course, a total cluster<img src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAIAAAAAAAP///yH5BAEAAAAALAAAAAABAAEAAAIBRAA7" class="smilie smilie--sprite smilie--sprite1" alt=":)" title="Smile :)" loading="lazy" data-shortname=":)" /><img src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAIAAAAAAAP///yH5BAEAAAAALAAAAAABAAEAAAIBRAA7" class="smilie smilie--sprite smilie--sprite1" alt=":)" title="Smile :)" loading="lazy" data-shortname=":)" /><img src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAIAAAAAAAP///yH5BAEAAAAALAAAAAABAAEAAAIBRAA7" class="smilie smilie--sprite smilie--sprite1" alt=":)" title="Smile :)" loading="lazy" data-shortname=":)" /><img src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAIAAAAAAAP///yH5BAEAAAAALAAAAAABAAEAAAIBRAA7" class="smilie smilie--sprite smilie--sprite1" alt=":)" title="Smile :)" loading="lazy" data-shortname=":)" />. We found a closed door and were able to see something flying around inside. So we opened the door. </p><p></p><p>Later study has determined it to be something called a Varghule, and it was a particularly nasty thing. A flying head of some sort, it froze me in place with a horrible scream. I'm not sure who else got caught, but I could see just enough to see it latch onto Londis and, ugh, kiss him. Someone killed it afterthat - either Londis or Tofa - but it was clear the Inquisitor was having an adverse affect to the smootch. We raced back out to town as he turned green, lost his hair, and had his ears begin to grow. The Father tried a spell but failed to stop him, but with Londis' warhammer and some of our stuff we were able to buy the proper healing scroll from one of the merchants and cast it on Londis, saving him from becoming one of those things himself. Actually I believe it would be just his head that was involved, but in any case he would probably find the whole process quite . . . interruptive.</p><p></p><p>So now it seems we'll have to do something about the goblins. My first thought it to get there as soon as possible, before the other clans arrive, and take out whatever leadership is gathered - perhaps this Nualla before she becomes a succubus. In any case, it looks like no rest for the weary, but plenty of jokes for the somewhat humbled Inquisitor.</p><p></p><p>additional notes: The big fight was pretty hairy, as Londis got clobbered almost immediately and Tofa was down to 3 hits at one point. I dropped my celestial riding dog behind the big baddie tentacle guy, tripped his smite evil . . . and rolled a 3. Then it got torn to pieces. Tofa ALMOST lost control and started berserking again when something hit her, which would have been Very Bad Indeed. We worked well as a team and kept them at the chokehold in both grease and fire. I also boned roles searching, which is probably why the books disintegrated on me. And I finally get a chance to use my perhaps poorly-chosen-at-creation feat of spell penetration and roll a . . . 3. Boo. We also have other loot from the Varghule but it was getting pretty late. Oh, and Tofa stupped Dos Korvute again. For a guy with 6 charisma, he's doing okay. (oh, and Duane, since we finished up without total resolution Grezz will absolutely bag the Varghule when he make a quick tip back to inspect (aka loot) for later sale with his new buddy Naffir. Perhaps a deal on an alchemist's kit, with the agreement I'll be creating for us and not selling?)</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="jydog1, post: 5298154, member: 48156"] [b]Session #5, August 23rd, 2010 - That Kiss is Not on My List[/b] Notes: Some notes before, some after. This was the first time we had the full compliment of players together and it went pretty well. The personalities of the characters are really starting to fill out and get embellished, and it's been fun to interact with one another (especially with Londis, who is every inch the Inquisitor and clearly thinks we're godless heathen). Group rolling was pretty decent, except for me. I was BRUTAL. Three different d20s and no luck with any of them. Let me put it this way - I had to roll better than a 5 for something and almost boned that (got a 6, fer krissakes). The only good roll I made was for an initiative check that didn't matter, but more on that later. I also made a brutal rookie-like mistake, but we got around it. Noob . . . We had a discussion via email as to what we wanted to do, fight or run, as we'd figured one of the other doors had to be a way out. Much planning over nothing, of course . . . From the journal of Grezzalik M'rethen: ::BOOM:: ::BOOM:: Sometimes the biggest fights can be decided by the smallest things. Like right now, I was trying desperately to keep the bar holding the big iron double doors shut from being snapped as something pounded away on the outside. Brute strength versus my mend cantrip, a throwaway learning spell. I was slowly losing. ::BOOM:: ::BOOM:: Gavren was babbling about sacrificing himself so we could escape, but that wouldn't have been an option even if the other doors had led somewhere - which Trixie soon discovered they didn't. A mini-chapel, complete with lit candles, and a storage closet. Wonderful. ::BOOM:: ::BOOM:: I dug in my pack, found some door wedges, pounded them in behind one of the doors. We'd decided on a plan of action and started getting ready. Further rummaging in my bag, I found the salve I was looking for - I knew it was conjuration and healing, but hadn't had time to figure out exactly what it did. Looking at Gavren's pallor and his struggle to breath, I figured it couldn't hurt. "No, no, I'll stand long enough to hold them off, and you-" "Easy, Gavren." There was a particularly nasty sting mark just beneath the lower edge of his banded mail, and I applied the salve to it and watched with a mixture of curiousness and hope. ::BOOM:: ::BOOM:: Right, those guys. I distractedly cast mend again as Gavren's eyes snapped open in surprise. Color returned to his skin, and his breathing evened out. "I feel better, lad." He lurched to his feet, still a trifle unsteady, and added, "Much better, actually. Still not that well, but much better." His gaze hardened as he stared at the door. "Let's send these thing back to the hell they came from." Okay. I could get behind that. Trixie popped the door with a spell of her own, our warriors at the ready. Tofa was just enormous, having quaffed the Enlarge potion, and Londis stood at her side. They were immediately confronted by horrible mockeries of life, a goblin and a human twisted into hideous forms. The goblin-thing had 4 arms, while the human had tentacles of some sort. More Sinsouls could been seen as well. This wasn't going to be easy. I read the Grease spell from the scroll we had, dropping it on their side of the door. The goblin-thing immediately went down in heap. Tofa and Londis began hacking away. The battle was joined. The creatures had been using part of the broken altar to breach the door, and their strength was appalling. I produced a flask of oil to toss, wick at the ready and . . . had I not thought of a way to light it? Really? I handed it to Trixie and told her to find something as the battle raged. She and Gavren figured something out, and it lofted over the battling warriors, hit the floor and went up, igniting the grease as well. The monstrosities screamed in rage and pain, further exacerbated when Trixie drilled one with the bag of itching powder. Speaking of pain, the slug fest in the front line was a bloody affair. Both Tofa and Londis were getting battered, but the were giving better than they got, and soon the goblin-thing went down with a shriek. The tentacled beast was still a problem, even as I tossed another vial of oil to keep him cooking. My summoned celestial dog didn't last long, poor thing, beset on all sides by sinsouls and what appeared to be zombies, if what I'd seen in books was correct. With both warriors starting to waver things were looking dicey. Was I really going to meet my end in this horrid place? The horror lurched as an arrow slammed into its back. Where did that come from? As the fire died I launched my final bit of lightning at it, but although I nailed the thing it didn't seem to do much. More arrows followed, and above the yells of combat I could make out Telbaine's voice. Nice timing, that. Later I would discover he was accompanied by the ranger Shala, and the two of them, with Telbaine's fox, were enough to decide the battle. Exhausted, we slumped against walls, doors, whatever. "Telbaine," I sighed, "you sure know how to make an entrance." --- Nassir Voss was offering us a good deal, but we needed more. "We can afford the healing potions, my friend." I pulled him off to the side and opened up a sack. "What can we do for this?" His eyes widened as he peered inside, no doubt recognizing what remained of the quasit. "We can do thomething very good, misther Grethh." Indeed he could, because I felt pretty good with the Restoration potion we took in trade. Along with 3 healing potions for a fair price we were somewhat well-restocked. We'd gotten a host of stuff as well - a magic morningstar that Tofa wanted (of course) but Londis ended up with; a returning throwing knife, also magic, that was perfect for Trixie; a masterwork handaxe; and a small silver dagger I took. The captain wanted us to go back in and check the rest of the place - the guards wouldn't even go 10 feet into the tunnel. We agreed, but insisted we needed to rest first. Shala reported the goblins were starting to mass at the Thistletop's village - we needed to take care of that soon. After resting and healing (and running into that merchant girl again at her father's shop, who let me know there was still a problem with the 'rats.' I must admit she is rather attractive, though, and perhaps - no, no, I have much more important things to worry about!) we did indeed go back down, and found behind a runed and trapped door (I deciphered the runes, Trixie tripped the trap) some ruins, more of less: Some books that unfortunately crumbled at our touch; a room with twisted remains behind locked doors, all adorned with the rune that Telbaine is searching for; and odd room with deep shafts that had zombies in them - we eliminated them by having Londis drop acid on them with a spell; and then an odd spherical room that I can only assume was the quasit's bedroom. It had some odd stasis field that I didn't want to mess with and disturbing words along the wall - anger, wrath, revenge, torture, fury, etc. Evidently this Lamatsu broad must be a nasty piece of work. There were floating items too, and my extend-a-hand cantrip proved most useful, once someone reminded me to use it as I posited more mundane retrieval methods. It had been a long couple of days. We got an iron wand I'm very, very interested in trying to identify; an empty bottle of House Deverin wine that had a scroll of Burning Hands inside; a bestiary of sorts written in abyssal, which OF COURSE Trixie speaks; and The last corridor was, of course, a total cluster:):):):). We found a closed door and were able to see something flying around inside. So we opened the door. Later study has determined it to be something called a Varghule, and it was a particularly nasty thing. A flying head of some sort, it froze me in place with a horrible scream. I'm not sure who else got caught, but I could see just enough to see it latch onto Londis and, ugh, kiss him. Someone killed it afterthat - either Londis or Tofa - but it was clear the Inquisitor was having an adverse affect to the smootch. We raced back out to town as he turned green, lost his hair, and had his ears begin to grow. The Father tried a spell but failed to stop him, but with Londis' warhammer and some of our stuff we were able to buy the proper healing scroll from one of the merchants and cast it on Londis, saving him from becoming one of those things himself. Actually I believe it would be just his head that was involved, but in any case he would probably find the whole process quite . . . interruptive. So now it seems we'll have to do something about the goblins. My first thought it to get there as soon as possible, before the other clans arrive, and take out whatever leadership is gathered - perhaps this Nualla before she becomes a succubus. In any case, it looks like no rest for the weary, but plenty of jokes for the somewhat humbled Inquisitor. additional notes: The big fight was pretty hairy, as Londis got clobbered almost immediately and Tofa was down to 3 hits at one point. I dropped my celestial riding dog behind the big baddie tentacle guy, tripped his smite evil . . . and rolled a 3. Then it got torn to pieces. Tofa ALMOST lost control and started berserking again when something hit her, which would have been Very Bad Indeed. We worked well as a team and kept them at the chokehold in both grease and fire. I also boned roles searching, which is probably why the books disintegrated on me. And I finally get a chance to use my perhaps poorly-chosen-at-creation feat of spell penetration and roll a . . . 3. Boo. We also have other loot from the Varghule but it was getting pretty late. Oh, and Tofa stupped Dos Korvute again. For a guy with 6 charisma, he's doing okay. (oh, and Duane, since we finished up without total resolution Grezz will absolutely bag the Varghule when he make a quick tip back to inspect (aka loot) for later sale with his new buddy Naffir. Perhaps a deal on an alchemist's kit, with the agreement I'll be creating for us and not selling?) [/QUOTE]
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