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<blockquote data-quote="jydog1" data-source="post: 5411311" data-attributes="member: 48156"><p><strong>Session #18 - December 20, 2010 - I Hate this Effing House</strong></p><p></p><p>notes: 4 year old daughter rolled me a 6 for my hits, the little darling. That increased my hits by half - the life of a sorcerer with a 10 Con. We had a full crew on hand for the endless evil of the damn manor house. At least the place is an equal opportunity attacker, going after everyone at different times. I'm bitching, but this has been an extremely fun and challenging mission as we unravel the mystery of what the blue hell is going on. No WAY I get everything that happened right.</p><p></p><p>From the journal of Grezzalik M'rethen:</p><p></p><p>I looked down the dark stairwell. "But if we go down there now, whatever's waiting for us might still be screwed up from the revenant."</p><p></p><p>Lots of shaking heads. "But if we go back up, we can make sure there's nothing behind us." That was Londis. "Also, we can find things." Now lots of nods. Outvoted again. So up we went.</p><p></p><p>On each level there was a large room overlooking the cliffs with large stained glass windows. We walked into the one on the upper floor and dammit, I felt the same feeling come over me that I did downstairs right before the manicore attacked. Thsi time I saw a scene play out in front of me, of Travor Foxglove's wife Cyrallie charging into this room with a torch, intent on clobbering him with it. He made a pass with hand and the fire flared out of control, burning her horribly, and then she continued right through the window, beginning a descent to the craggy surf some 300 feet below.</p><p></p><p>Taking that jump seemed like an AWESOME idea to me because, dammit, I was on fire! But Londis wouldn't let me! That bastard grabbed me and held me in place, and then Trixie started doing a dance and . . . wow, that's a really interesting thing she can do with her hips and . . .</p><p></p><p>I snapped out of it and sheepishly convinced Londis to put me down. After telling them what I'd seen, we checked out the room. There was a book by an arch-wizard named Sorocco about the Lich of Carrion Hill - pretty creepy stuff. Then Firendrin broke out the stained glass, which had been of two godlike looking people.</p><p></p><p>Moving along, we found a study that featured a nice painting of a bullfight, a couple of scrolls we could use (Lightning Bolt and Keen Edge), and charts that Tofa was extremely interested in. Firendrin also has his turn to freak out, babbling about a laughing, possibly insane man mired in bitter disappointment for getting married.</p><p></p><p>back on the 2nd floor, we checked out the room under the one that had make me freak out. it had the big stained glass windows as well, these showing 5 creatures - a scorpion; a vampire; a death's head moth; a familiar looking plant; and a spider. Something about them nagged at me, and I closed my eyes and tried to figure it out.</p><p></p><p>the sound of shattering glass interrupted my line of though as Firendrin broke out the windows again. Not sure why. He does like destruction, though. Tofa stuck her head out to take a gander then popped back in, surprised. "Hey, there's two more sets of stained glass windows below us, one above the other."</p><p></p><p>We crowed around, but it was too sharp and angle to see. Wordlessly I looked at Trixie, who scowled and threw up her hands. "Fine." Within seconds she and Shotsie were zipping down the wall as if it were level ground. When she came back in and got settled she gave us a description.</p><p></p><p>'There's the level below us - that has glass with creatures as well. Something made of smoke; a treant; a roc; a thing with lady front parts and a lion in the back; and some sort of nasty looking squid. Below that which is below ground level, there's two images - one of a gaunt, dead looking guy drinking something that just looks horrible, and smoke going into a 6-sided box." She paused. "I hate this place."</p><p></p><p>Something clicked in my head. "I get it. I get it!" the others looked at me expectantly. "I remember, from a class. The first two glasses were of dark deities of some sort. The next five - those are a components list for a ritual - scorpion venom, vampire's breath, tongue from a death-moth, belladonna, and, oh, I forget what comes from the spider."</p><p></p><p>"Okay, so?" I'm not even sure who that was, as my mind was racing. </p><p></p><p>"So, the next set was of creatures that had to be killed for more components - all long-lived. The last one is the end of the ritual - the caster drinks the vile concoction, and . . ." I trailed off in horror. </p><p></p><p>"And what?"</p><p></p><p>"And he or she becomes a Lich. That's what the last panel is about - it's a phylactery." At a blank stare I said, "It's what Lichs hide their essence in. You can kill the body, but it'll just regenerate unless you get the phylactery as well."</p><p></p><p>Trixie looked a little pale for a moment, then started digging through her pack. Producing the box she'd found int he bedroom she said, "It's looked like this, except it had runes on it and this is bare. What's that mean?"</p><p></p><p>I shook my head. "I'm not sure. But I'd say that Vorol tried to become a Lich and possibly succeeded. We're going to have to find out."</p><p></p><p>In silence we moved on to another room, one covered in an ugly blue mold much like what we'd found under the carpet downstairs. I suggested using some acid to get rid of it, but Londis pulled out a vial of holy water and it washed the stuff away like a stream of water removing dust. Interesting. Tofa had a vision of Cassandra running with her child in her arms as the servants behind them turned into blue mold and crumbled. the little girl asked if they were going to be okay before things went black.</p><p></p><p>The we found the gallery. I'll try to make it simple - it was filled with portraits of the Foxgloves. Then it got cold and they changed. Here's what happened and to whom.</p><p></p><p>Vorol - Exploded with growths of the blue mold we'd just eliminated.</p><p>Cassandra, his wife, and Lorrie, their daughter - turned into the blue mold, then crumbled.</p><p>Travor - a huge slit appeared in his throat and gushed blood</p><p>Cyrallie, his wife - charred, then broken and battered</p><p>Aldrerin - turned into a ghoul or something like it</p><p>Zeba, his sister - head splits wide open, as if thrown off cliff (aha!)</p><p>Sendili - another sister - darkens a little with frost, but that's all</p><p></p><p>important things there, but also important was that the paintings then exploded with blue mold and I felt it burn down into my lungs. Firendrin confirmed that I had the same thing he did. Bloody hell. The big thing we learned was the existence of Sendili, the other sister. Was that the one supposedly sent away? Why didn't she show a death as well?</p><p></p><p>the next room was a bedroom, and Firendrin was treated to the vision of Travor slitting his own throat. He managed to resist the compulsion to do the same. We needed to be done with this place.</p><p></p><p>Back on the main floor, we had more wacky stuff go on. A scarf did/didn't try to attack Londis, who was then forced into dance with Iesla, Alderin's wife and our friendly revenant when someone ::cough cough:: played a piano. FINALLY we were ready to go downstairs.</p><p></p><p>Ina kitchen we heard chittering through cracks in a wall, and sure enough swarms of rats soon followed. Firendrim and I handled them with burning and lightning hands respectively, then we pushed a table on its side and against the wall to contain them until Trixie could summon some spiders to go in there and clean house.</p><p></p><p>There was nothing else of interest on that level aside from the glass, so down we went, following a trail of destruction and sprung traps courtesy of the revenant. We entered a room with a book on a pedestal, a steamer trunk, and the final two images, one of which began to shimmer and move as we entered. Tofa's eyes rolled up like they had upstairs when she lost it and tried to make halfling paste out of Trixie, but this time the bard touched her arm and she snapped out of it (Tofa boned her save, but Trixie's player used the very cool daily Lucky Halfling feat to make another saving throw for her with Trixie's sick bonuses, saving her). meanwhile Firendrin smashed the glass yet again.</p><p></p><p>"Oh! Oh!" Tofa was excited. "What I saw! This Vorol, he was drinking the potion, he was trying to be a lich, but his wife came in and saw what he was doing. She smashed the box, the whatever you called it, Grezz, then ran off to save her daughter. Oh, and then she, oh."</p><p></p><p>I licked my lips. "She ruined the ritual. He failed, and that's where this blue crap came from."</p><p></p><p>Trixie asked, "What happened to all the power he'd built up?"</p><p></p><p>"Not sure. Judging by the way this place radiates necromancy, it's possible it went into the building." Grimly I added, "When we leave, this place has to be burned to the ground."</p><p></p><p>Trixie eyed the trunk. "Well, let's check that out first." She started to head over.</p><p></p><p>"Wait," I said. "Why not let me open it my mage hand first?"</p><p></p><p>"It might be trapped," said Londis. "A fireball or something like it would be incredibly deadly here."</p><p></p><p>"True, but -" that was a far as I got before Trixie reached the trunk, which suddenly reared up, showed immense teeth, and pulled her right off her gecko, swallowing her whole. We sprang into action, but the thing slurped up Shotsie as well. Horrible sounds came from within. I unleashed a scorching ray and the thing sizzled, but Firendrin stepped forward and touched it, murmuring something. His fingers almost stuck, but the thing's eyes fluttered shut and it slumped to the ground, still pulsing. Shotsie, half in and half out, looked terrible. Londis stepped up and absolutely smashed whatever it was, and we carved our way into it to pull out an extremely battered Trixie. She'd managed to heal Shotsie in the nic kof time and we got her back up and patched as well. Inside we found 3 arrows I didn't have time to ID. but I knew two out of three potions - bloodblock and antiplague. Important stuff.</p><p></p><p>In the next room there was a spiraling staircase heading down - trixie had a vision of an insane Alderin ripping up flagstones and digging to uncover it - and emitting the foul stench we were all too used to by now. If only we had several thousand gallons of cheap liquor with us to pump down there and ignite . . .</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="jydog1, post: 5411311, member: 48156"] [b]Session #18 - December 20, 2010 - I Hate this Effing House[/b] notes: 4 year old daughter rolled me a 6 for my hits, the little darling. That increased my hits by half - the life of a sorcerer with a 10 Con. We had a full crew on hand for the endless evil of the damn manor house. At least the place is an equal opportunity attacker, going after everyone at different times. I'm bitching, but this has been an extremely fun and challenging mission as we unravel the mystery of what the blue hell is going on. No WAY I get everything that happened right. From the journal of Grezzalik M'rethen: I looked down the dark stairwell. "But if we go down there now, whatever's waiting for us might still be screwed up from the revenant." Lots of shaking heads. "But if we go back up, we can make sure there's nothing behind us." That was Londis. "Also, we can find things." Now lots of nods. Outvoted again. So up we went. On each level there was a large room overlooking the cliffs with large stained glass windows. We walked into the one on the upper floor and dammit, I felt the same feeling come over me that I did downstairs right before the manicore attacked. Thsi time I saw a scene play out in front of me, of Travor Foxglove's wife Cyrallie charging into this room with a torch, intent on clobbering him with it. He made a pass with hand and the fire flared out of control, burning her horribly, and then she continued right through the window, beginning a descent to the craggy surf some 300 feet below. Taking that jump seemed like an AWESOME idea to me because, dammit, I was on fire! But Londis wouldn't let me! That bastard grabbed me and held me in place, and then Trixie started doing a dance and . . . wow, that's a really interesting thing she can do with her hips and . . . I snapped out of it and sheepishly convinced Londis to put me down. After telling them what I'd seen, we checked out the room. There was a book by an arch-wizard named Sorocco about the Lich of Carrion Hill - pretty creepy stuff. Then Firendrin broke out the stained glass, which had been of two godlike looking people. Moving along, we found a study that featured a nice painting of a bullfight, a couple of scrolls we could use (Lightning Bolt and Keen Edge), and charts that Tofa was extremely interested in. Firendrin also has his turn to freak out, babbling about a laughing, possibly insane man mired in bitter disappointment for getting married. back on the 2nd floor, we checked out the room under the one that had make me freak out. it had the big stained glass windows as well, these showing 5 creatures - a scorpion; a vampire; a death's head moth; a familiar looking plant; and a spider. Something about them nagged at me, and I closed my eyes and tried to figure it out. the sound of shattering glass interrupted my line of though as Firendrin broke out the windows again. Not sure why. He does like destruction, though. Tofa stuck her head out to take a gander then popped back in, surprised. "Hey, there's two more sets of stained glass windows below us, one above the other." We crowed around, but it was too sharp and angle to see. Wordlessly I looked at Trixie, who scowled and threw up her hands. "Fine." Within seconds she and Shotsie were zipping down the wall as if it were level ground. When she came back in and got settled she gave us a description. 'There's the level below us - that has glass with creatures as well. Something made of smoke; a treant; a roc; a thing with lady front parts and a lion in the back; and some sort of nasty looking squid. Below that which is below ground level, there's two images - one of a gaunt, dead looking guy drinking something that just looks horrible, and smoke going into a 6-sided box." She paused. "I hate this place." Something clicked in my head. "I get it. I get it!" the others looked at me expectantly. "I remember, from a class. The first two glasses were of dark deities of some sort. The next five - those are a components list for a ritual - scorpion venom, vampire's breath, tongue from a death-moth, belladonna, and, oh, I forget what comes from the spider." "Okay, so?" I'm not even sure who that was, as my mind was racing. "So, the next set was of creatures that had to be killed for more components - all long-lived. The last one is the end of the ritual - the caster drinks the vile concoction, and . . ." I trailed off in horror. "And what?" "And he or she becomes a Lich. That's what the last panel is about - it's a phylactery." At a blank stare I said, "It's what Lichs hide their essence in. You can kill the body, but it'll just regenerate unless you get the phylactery as well." Trixie looked a little pale for a moment, then started digging through her pack. Producing the box she'd found int he bedroom she said, "It's looked like this, except it had runes on it and this is bare. What's that mean?" I shook my head. "I'm not sure. But I'd say that Vorol tried to become a Lich and possibly succeeded. We're going to have to find out." In silence we moved on to another room, one covered in an ugly blue mold much like what we'd found under the carpet downstairs. I suggested using some acid to get rid of it, but Londis pulled out a vial of holy water and it washed the stuff away like a stream of water removing dust. Interesting. Tofa had a vision of Cassandra running with her child in her arms as the servants behind them turned into blue mold and crumbled. the little girl asked if they were going to be okay before things went black. The we found the gallery. I'll try to make it simple - it was filled with portraits of the Foxgloves. Then it got cold and they changed. Here's what happened and to whom. Vorol - Exploded with growths of the blue mold we'd just eliminated. Cassandra, his wife, and Lorrie, their daughter - turned into the blue mold, then crumbled. Travor - a huge slit appeared in his throat and gushed blood Cyrallie, his wife - charred, then broken and battered Aldrerin - turned into a ghoul or something like it Zeba, his sister - head splits wide open, as if thrown off cliff (aha!) Sendili - another sister - darkens a little with frost, but that's all important things there, but also important was that the paintings then exploded with blue mold and I felt it burn down into my lungs. Firendrin confirmed that I had the same thing he did. Bloody hell. The big thing we learned was the existence of Sendili, the other sister. Was that the one supposedly sent away? Why didn't she show a death as well? the next room was a bedroom, and Firendrin was treated to the vision of Travor slitting his own throat. He managed to resist the compulsion to do the same. We needed to be done with this place. Back on the main floor, we had more wacky stuff go on. A scarf did/didn't try to attack Londis, who was then forced into dance with Iesla, Alderin's wife and our friendly revenant when someone ::cough cough:: played a piano. FINALLY we were ready to go downstairs. Ina kitchen we heard chittering through cracks in a wall, and sure enough swarms of rats soon followed. Firendrim and I handled them with burning and lightning hands respectively, then we pushed a table on its side and against the wall to contain them until Trixie could summon some spiders to go in there and clean house. There was nothing else of interest on that level aside from the glass, so down we went, following a trail of destruction and sprung traps courtesy of the revenant. We entered a room with a book on a pedestal, a steamer trunk, and the final two images, one of which began to shimmer and move as we entered. Tofa's eyes rolled up like they had upstairs when she lost it and tried to make halfling paste out of Trixie, but this time the bard touched her arm and she snapped out of it (Tofa boned her save, but Trixie's player used the very cool daily Lucky Halfling feat to make another saving throw for her with Trixie's sick bonuses, saving her). meanwhile Firendrin smashed the glass yet again. "Oh! Oh!" Tofa was excited. "What I saw! This Vorol, he was drinking the potion, he was trying to be a lich, but his wife came in and saw what he was doing. She smashed the box, the whatever you called it, Grezz, then ran off to save her daughter. Oh, and then she, oh." I licked my lips. "She ruined the ritual. He failed, and that's where this blue crap came from." Trixie asked, "What happened to all the power he'd built up?" "Not sure. Judging by the way this place radiates necromancy, it's possible it went into the building." Grimly I added, "When we leave, this place has to be burned to the ground." Trixie eyed the trunk. "Well, let's check that out first." She started to head over. "Wait," I said. "Why not let me open it my mage hand first?" "It might be trapped," said Londis. "A fireball or something like it would be incredibly deadly here." "True, but -" that was a far as I got before Trixie reached the trunk, which suddenly reared up, showed immense teeth, and pulled her right off her gecko, swallowing her whole. We sprang into action, but the thing slurped up Shotsie as well. Horrible sounds came from within. I unleashed a scorching ray and the thing sizzled, but Firendrin stepped forward and touched it, murmuring something. His fingers almost stuck, but the thing's eyes fluttered shut and it slumped to the ground, still pulsing. Shotsie, half in and half out, looked terrible. Londis stepped up and absolutely smashed whatever it was, and we carved our way into it to pull out an extremely battered Trixie. She'd managed to heal Shotsie in the nic kof time and we got her back up and patched as well. Inside we found 3 arrows I didn't have time to ID. but I knew two out of three potions - bloodblock and antiplague. Important stuff. In the next room there was a spiraling staircase heading down - trixie had a vision of an insane Alderin ripping up flagstones and digging to uncover it - and emitting the foul stench we were all too used to by now. If only we had several thousand gallons of cheap liquor with us to pump down there and ignite . . . [/QUOTE]
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