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<blockquote data-quote="jydog1" data-source="post: 5414183" data-attributes="member: 48156"><p><strong>Session #19 - December 27, 2010 - But What's Confusing You is the Nature of my Game</strong></p><p></p><p>notes: FINALLY. The bloody end. Pretty damn challenging, as our tanks got pummeled and mind-controlled and almost turned into mold and chomped on by giant evil ghoul bats - and I won't even mention what happened to Trixie - yet. Lots of fun.</p><p></p><p>From the journal of Grezzalik M'rethen:</p><p></p><p>So. there was a staircase before us, reeking of putrid undead and really reinforcing the fact that I hated this house. Of course I slipped and pretty much bounced down the stairs, but before my friends could laugh at me we were beset by ghouls yet again. One clawed me and while it hurt, I was happy for my elvish blood as the paralysis didn't set in. Firendren took a nasty bite and confirmed that he'd contracted ghoul fever - I wasn't too wild about the way he was eying the pouch at my belt that held the lone remaining Cure Disease potion. One of the ghouls had a chunk of statue in his head from the study upstairs, a angel's wing, and Tofa recognized him as one of the servants. So there was a good chance Alderin or whoever was running the show brained this guy and then dragged him down here, still alive, to be ghoulified by something with an absolutely huge bite - I mean, like 18 inches across. There was a sound like something huge breathing, but the tang of salt water in the air led me to believe it was something else.</p><p></p><p>We trudged on through sandstone passageways, finding an empty chamber piled with gnawed bones, but no more freaking ghouls. Soon we arrived at the source of the breathing sound, a massive cavern. The center was filled with rising and falling sea water, and a narrow ledge circled around to a set of stone doors. Leery of the water and concerned it might be something more than it appeared to be, Londis threw one of the ghoul bodies in it. That served to alert the speedy little goblin ghouls that were on guard of our presence and a battle raged, briefly. Choosing to scale down a ledge rather than go the long way around we made it level to the doors, and thus we went to face our foe.</p><p></p><p>What follows is a conglomeration of recollections collected from my stalwart companions, as some of us were in better position to see certain things. As we drew closer to the doors and could hear a man weeping inside - Trixie and Tofa thought it sounded like Alderin - the bard suddenly stopped short about 30 feet away.</p><p></p><p>I cocked an eyebrow and whispered, "What's wrong?"</p><p></p><p>She growled something in Goblin and shook her head. "Shotsie won't get any closer. Something's got her spooked."</p><p></p><p>"Okay. You going to dismount?"</p><p></p><p>She looked at me as if I were insane. "No! I trust her judgement."</p><p></p><p>Meanwhile Londis and Tofa, having overruled my suggestion of just summoning something and letting it run wild in there, had reached the doors in hope of talking with whatever was inside. It was . . . Alderin. Well, the ghoul version of Alderin, with a huge black hole in his chest. At his feet were the remains of Iesha, who still clutched the pulped remains of his heart. The room was some sort of necromantic lab or study, and in addition to the two large ghouls chowing away on some remains there was a patch of horrific looking mold over the remains of Vorol's broken phylactry - this was the place Tofa had seen in her vision, where Cassandra had been an unsung hero and prevented Vorol's ascension to Lichdom.</p><p></p><p>Alderin wept at a table covered with knicknacks and mementos of Trixie, most likely bought from CMOT Dibbler. Upon spying Tofa he sobbed, "You must help me, it isn't my fault! The Hurter is coming, he's coming! He -"</p><p></p><p>Alderin's eyes rolled back in his head and he donned an evil grin. "Ah, the heroes. How fitting you shall be here to see how this plays out." Then Alderin was back, begging again. "Please save me, please! They made me do those things, the Brothers of the Seven, and . . . "</p><p></p><p>He broke off again, a third voice now speaking with mocking tones as he put on a mask made of human skin and pulled out a wicked looking straight razor. "Your deaths will be so useful to us,of course. They will further demoralize Sandpoint, and the effect -"</p><p></p><p>At this point Trixie yelled something - I can't remember what - and the creature shot out the door with inhuman speed, pausing to slash at Tofa and call her something derogatory. "Ah, my darling!", it said, and whatever Trixie was going to do or say was pre-empted by Shotsie freaking the hell right out and bolting back the way we came. She hung on, barely. I summoned an ant and it gave the thing a pretty good shot, almost trapping it with its pincers. Londis started battling with the ghouls as the thing bit Tofa, eliciting a snarl from her that turned to a yelp as it took on her appearance.</p><p></p><p>I tossed a pit underneath it, but the son of a bitch leaped away with grace. My ant - a big ant, mind you - grabbed the nearest ghoul and chomped it but good, taking it for a ride to the bottom of the pit. A horrible crunching sound ensued. Sorry, ant.</p><p></p><p>Unbeknown to me, the patch of mold on the wall in the room did something to Tofa that (as she told us later) made her convinced that it had stolen her shadow and that she needed to go get it back. had I known i could have stopped her, but she's usually yelling about something in battle anyway so it's hard to tell. my concern was with Trixie as Shotsie had chosen an escape route poorly and got her close enough to the Skinsaw bastard to allow him to grab her, pluck her off the gecko, and <em>lick</em> her - ugh. Trixie went rigid immediately, obviously paralyzed. I summoned another ant and it gave the prick a good bite, but failed to grab him. Firendrin had his owl drop a vial of holy water on Alderin or whomever he was - that seemed quite effective, but as badly battered as he was the thing started sauntering away with Trixie under his arm, crooning sweet promises to her. My ant followed and hit it again, and as our foe finally looked annoyed Firendrin sent a healing hex through his owl that almost made the bastard explode before it shuddered and collapsed to the ledge, vanquished.</p><p></p><p>Happily, Trixie did not slide into the water. I wasn't quick enough to keep Tofa from touching the evil mold, but I gave her the Cure disease potion in time to keep her from suffering the same fate as Cassandra, as her arm was already beginning to turn into blue mold. We managed to destroy the mold with fire and acid, but it started to regrow immediately. We needed a holy man for this. Looks like I'll be making a trip to Windsong Abbey - no doubt Pho will find this most surprising.</p><p></p><p>We found some stuff here and more in a cave inhabited by a giant dire ghoul bat that was probably the main ghoul maker and damn near killed both Tofa and Londis - it took a last second charging spear strike from Londis to save the barbarian after my final spell, a lightning ray of decent power, went wide and high. Oops.</p><p></p><p>We stumbled back into town just before dark, some of us carrying phage, some ghoul fever, some both, and the few people that saw us and heard our weary assurances that it was over viewed us as if we'd just descended from the heavens. With Alderin's ghoulish head and an incriminating letter mentioning his involvement both before and after being ghoulified we had all the proof we needed - and confirmation that we'd stopped some sort of evil by those corrupting the Sehidron yet again. It seems Nuallia was only the tip of the iceberg. Looks like we might need to make a visit to Alderin's townhouse in Magnidaar soon, as more hints may be there. Normally I'd be concerned about returning home, but after what I've been through lately I almost want to see the Scarnettis try something.</p><p></p><p>Well, almost. I'd really just like some time to identify what we've found and maybe make a potion or three once my cauldron arrives. Something tells me that something will come up, though. Something always does.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="jydog1, post: 5414183, member: 48156"] [b]Session #19 - December 27, 2010 - But What's Confusing You is the Nature of my Game[/b] notes: FINALLY. The bloody end. Pretty damn challenging, as our tanks got pummeled and mind-controlled and almost turned into mold and chomped on by giant evil ghoul bats - and I won't even mention what happened to Trixie - yet. Lots of fun. From the journal of Grezzalik M'rethen: So. there was a staircase before us, reeking of putrid undead and really reinforcing the fact that I hated this house. Of course I slipped and pretty much bounced down the stairs, but before my friends could laugh at me we were beset by ghouls yet again. One clawed me and while it hurt, I was happy for my elvish blood as the paralysis didn't set in. Firendren took a nasty bite and confirmed that he'd contracted ghoul fever - I wasn't too wild about the way he was eying the pouch at my belt that held the lone remaining Cure Disease potion. One of the ghouls had a chunk of statue in his head from the study upstairs, a angel's wing, and Tofa recognized him as one of the servants. So there was a good chance Alderin or whoever was running the show brained this guy and then dragged him down here, still alive, to be ghoulified by something with an absolutely huge bite - I mean, like 18 inches across. There was a sound like something huge breathing, but the tang of salt water in the air led me to believe it was something else. We trudged on through sandstone passageways, finding an empty chamber piled with gnawed bones, but no more freaking ghouls. Soon we arrived at the source of the breathing sound, a massive cavern. The center was filled with rising and falling sea water, and a narrow ledge circled around to a set of stone doors. Leery of the water and concerned it might be something more than it appeared to be, Londis threw one of the ghoul bodies in it. That served to alert the speedy little goblin ghouls that were on guard of our presence and a battle raged, briefly. Choosing to scale down a ledge rather than go the long way around we made it level to the doors, and thus we went to face our foe. What follows is a conglomeration of recollections collected from my stalwart companions, as some of us were in better position to see certain things. As we drew closer to the doors and could hear a man weeping inside - Trixie and Tofa thought it sounded like Alderin - the bard suddenly stopped short about 30 feet away. I cocked an eyebrow and whispered, "What's wrong?" She growled something in Goblin and shook her head. "Shotsie won't get any closer. Something's got her spooked." "Okay. You going to dismount?" She looked at me as if I were insane. "No! I trust her judgement." Meanwhile Londis and Tofa, having overruled my suggestion of just summoning something and letting it run wild in there, had reached the doors in hope of talking with whatever was inside. It was . . . Alderin. Well, the ghoul version of Alderin, with a huge black hole in his chest. At his feet were the remains of Iesha, who still clutched the pulped remains of his heart. The room was some sort of necromantic lab or study, and in addition to the two large ghouls chowing away on some remains there was a patch of horrific looking mold over the remains of Vorol's broken phylactry - this was the place Tofa had seen in her vision, where Cassandra had been an unsung hero and prevented Vorol's ascension to Lichdom. Alderin wept at a table covered with knicknacks and mementos of Trixie, most likely bought from CMOT Dibbler. Upon spying Tofa he sobbed, "You must help me, it isn't my fault! The Hurter is coming, he's coming! He -" Alderin's eyes rolled back in his head and he donned an evil grin. "Ah, the heroes. How fitting you shall be here to see how this plays out." Then Alderin was back, begging again. "Please save me, please! They made me do those things, the Brothers of the Seven, and . . . " He broke off again, a third voice now speaking with mocking tones as he put on a mask made of human skin and pulled out a wicked looking straight razor. "Your deaths will be so useful to us,of course. They will further demoralize Sandpoint, and the effect -" At this point Trixie yelled something - I can't remember what - and the creature shot out the door with inhuman speed, pausing to slash at Tofa and call her something derogatory. "Ah, my darling!", it said, and whatever Trixie was going to do or say was pre-empted by Shotsie freaking the hell right out and bolting back the way we came. She hung on, barely. I summoned an ant and it gave the thing a pretty good shot, almost trapping it with its pincers. Londis started battling with the ghouls as the thing bit Tofa, eliciting a snarl from her that turned to a yelp as it took on her appearance. I tossed a pit underneath it, but the son of a bitch leaped away with grace. My ant - a big ant, mind you - grabbed the nearest ghoul and chomped it but good, taking it for a ride to the bottom of the pit. A horrible crunching sound ensued. Sorry, ant. Unbeknown to me, the patch of mold on the wall in the room did something to Tofa that (as she told us later) made her convinced that it had stolen her shadow and that she needed to go get it back. had I known i could have stopped her, but she's usually yelling about something in battle anyway so it's hard to tell. my concern was with Trixie as Shotsie had chosen an escape route poorly and got her close enough to the Skinsaw bastard to allow him to grab her, pluck her off the gecko, and [I]lick[/I] her - ugh. Trixie went rigid immediately, obviously paralyzed. I summoned another ant and it gave the prick a good bite, but failed to grab him. Firendrin had his owl drop a vial of holy water on Alderin or whomever he was - that seemed quite effective, but as badly battered as he was the thing started sauntering away with Trixie under his arm, crooning sweet promises to her. My ant followed and hit it again, and as our foe finally looked annoyed Firendrin sent a healing hex through his owl that almost made the bastard explode before it shuddered and collapsed to the ledge, vanquished. Happily, Trixie did not slide into the water. I wasn't quick enough to keep Tofa from touching the evil mold, but I gave her the Cure disease potion in time to keep her from suffering the same fate as Cassandra, as her arm was already beginning to turn into blue mold. We managed to destroy the mold with fire and acid, but it started to regrow immediately. We needed a holy man for this. Looks like I'll be making a trip to Windsong Abbey - no doubt Pho will find this most surprising. We found some stuff here and more in a cave inhabited by a giant dire ghoul bat that was probably the main ghoul maker and damn near killed both Tofa and Londis - it took a last second charging spear strike from Londis to save the barbarian after my final spell, a lightning ray of decent power, went wide and high. Oops. We stumbled back into town just before dark, some of us carrying phage, some ghoul fever, some both, and the few people that saw us and heard our weary assurances that it was over viewed us as if we'd just descended from the heavens. With Alderin's ghoulish head and an incriminating letter mentioning his involvement both before and after being ghoulified we had all the proof we needed - and confirmation that we'd stopped some sort of evil by those corrupting the Sehidron yet again. It seems Nuallia was only the tip of the iceberg. Looks like we might need to make a visit to Alderin's townhouse in Magnidaar soon, as more hints may be there. Normally I'd be concerned about returning home, but after what I've been through lately I almost want to see the Scarnettis try something. Well, almost. I'd really just like some time to identify what we've found and maybe make a potion or three once my cauldron arrives. Something tells me that something will come up, though. Something always does. [/QUOTE]
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