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<blockquote data-quote="jydog1" data-source="post: 5421555" data-attributes="member: 48156"><p><strong>Session #20 - january 4, 2011 - Can I have the +5 Ring of Jumping Back?</strong></p><p></p><p>notes: back to that gorram house again. Sort of an all over the place session, which is to be expected when the PCs get back to town and are asked, "What do you do? All those agendas . . . We got rich yet again but I'm sure the money will be gone soon.</p><p></p><p>From the journal of Grezzalik M'rethen:</p><p></p><p>I felt the dirt crumbling away as I desperately scrabbled at the new edge of the cliff, wondering why I hadn't chosen Levitate the last time I felt the ability to learn a new spell . . .</p><p></p><p>Wait. Getting ahead of myself. And seriously, where's the suspense? If something had killed me I wouldn't have been able to write this, right. Not that that bloody house didn't try . . .</p><p></p><p>We stumbled back into town, most of us diseased in one way or other. Between Father Xanthis and Naffir Voss we were nursed back to health. the word was put out that we weren't done just yet, and by the time we were back on our feet Master Pho was back in town, looking forward to seeing the surprises offered by the manor house. Father Xanthis was going to come with us as well, along with a gnome that Londis had met. When he spotted Pho his hideous face cracked into a disturbing grin.</p><p></p><p>"Pho! Time for me to remind you of a promise. Remember our friend the Captain, the one I wanted to give to the Three Sisters?"</p><p></p><p>"Indeed. We agreed it was wrong to sentence him without proof."</p><p></p><p>"Of course. Allow me to introduce Lumberlon Thrombletriple, who has the most <em>fascinating</em> story to tell you."</p><p></p><p>It was pretty interesting,. About 15 years ago he was on a ship run by Captain Bort that stopped near the island of the Three Ladies which was scuttled, resulting in deaths and some being sent to the island to become livestock - including Lum here, who'd been rescued by Londis. It had been planned, and Londis was positively gloating as Pho digested the information. </p><p></p><p>"Well, that's most surprising. Indeed, after we finish here I will go and see the pirate, as promised. perhaps it will help restore some of the balance that is out of true."</p><p></p><p>the gnome finished his pint and gestured to Londis. 'hey, ye didn't save any women when ye were there, did ye? there was a handmaiden who was absolutely fookin' gorgeous, and if I'd had a little more time - " He stopped, squinted at me, then looked to Londis. "Is that the one?" When Londis nodded Lum said, "The handmaiden, she worked for a lady named Shamara M'rethen. I'm told that'd be important to ye."</p><p></p><p>I nodded, not really shocked. "So the master of House Renth had her removed, no doubt so he could wed his harpy. Not surprising. She went with you to the island?"</p><p></p><p>"Aye, and I reckon she was transformed like the rest of us. More than that, I dinnae know."</p><p></p><p>I murmured thanks, lost in thought. Not abandoned. Not forgotten about. She'd had no choice. No choice.</p><p></p><p>------</p><p></p><p>The Foxglove Manor stood before us, and repulsive as ever. Thousands of birds sat on the roof, carrion eaters. We'd returned with the three holy men and a few guards. No sign of ghouls, but as we drew close the sea of birds rose up and rolled towards us in stinking, rotting swarms.</p><p></p><p>I hate this place.</p><p></p><p>The fighters cursed a blue storm each as their weapons weren't much use against the clusters of undead birds, and the clerics screamed that they needed to conserve their positive energy for the ritual. To make matters worse an ogre-ghoul burst out of the carriage house and lumbered toward us. Once I managed to control my gorge, it was easy to see what needed to be done. Giving one group of birds the opportunity to poke even more holes in my body, I raced forward and let the lightning jet from my hand. Several swarms shuddered and dropped tot he ground in great smoking heaps, and the ogre cracked and popped as its skin cooked with a horrid stench. It showed disapproval by clocking me with a backhand that rocked me back and left me barely standing. As I blinked away the pain I felt the warming glow of healing course through my body and turned to see Trixie with her hand on my hip. Timely, that.</p><p></p><p>When I looked up Tofa had somehow managed to get her newly purchased Bag of Holding over the ogre so that it only showed from the knees down. I knew what that thing was going to do to her bag and possibly her if it had the chance, so I rushed forward as bright green lightning danced around my upraised hand and smacked it. there was a terrible scream and an even worse odor as the thing expired. I let the power go as the glow from my tattoos faded. Nice. very nice.</p><p></p><p>Then someone gave me a sharp rap in the groin with the back of her knuckles. "Grezz, you idiot, don't rush into combat right after I heal you! Why make me waste a spell if you;re just going to get your dumb ass killed?"</p><p></p><p>Then Trixie was gone, Shotsie scuttling away. But . . . but . . . I zapped it! Sigh.</p><p></p><p>------</p><p></p><p>Long story short - the priests did the ritual, the evil mold faded - and the house began to self-destruct. </p><p></p><p>I HATE this place. </p><p></p><p>It was a mad dash for the exit as the walls and roof caved in on and around us. Finally making it up from the basement my feet slid out from under me as I ran for the front door. With groans and crashing behind me I could tell the WHOLE DAMN HOUSE was about to fall off the edge of the cliff to the rocks 300 feet below, and I tried to scramble to safety as Londis came back and dragged me along. The floor was sharply tilting as I dove for the doorway - and came up just short. the floor beneath me splinted and fell away as I screamed and dove for the doorway again, this time getting halfway through as my legs sought purchase.</p><p></p><p>I felt the dirt crumbling away as I desperately scrabbled at the new edge of the cliff, wondering why I hadn't chosen Levitate the last time I felt the ability to learn a new spell . . . and suddenly I grabbed a strong root, legs flailing wildly beneath me, the deafening crash of the house hitting the ocean below sounding as if it were just a few feet away. I was going to be joining it soon, and - </p><p></p><p>Strong hands grabbed my arms, pulling me to safety. I caught my breath and attempted to get my galloping heartbeat under control as I murmured thanks. Before we left, everyone miraculously alive, I paused to spit over the new cliff face. Good riddance.</p><p></p><p>Several days later we stood outside the gates of Magnadaar as I wondered how much trouble I was getting myself into. the letters we'd found indictated Alderin had been pretty much just a pawn, so we decided to come here to check out his lodgings in hopes of finding a clue about the bigger players, the Brothers of the Seven or some other self-important name. </p><p></p><p>me, I was worried about my former life here and what those left behind might say at my return. And it was possible I wasn't the only not thrilled about being in Magnadaar.</p><p></p><p>More notes: close, close thing at the manor as I first boned a DC5 climb check and then several more increasingly difficult ones. an 18 got me out of trouble in the end. I also broke in my Cauldron of Brewing, which had devoured all of my previous riches - now I just have to see how to make things!</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="jydog1, post: 5421555, member: 48156"] [b]Session #20 - january 4, 2011 - Can I have the +5 Ring of Jumping Back?[/b] notes: back to that gorram house again. Sort of an all over the place session, which is to be expected when the PCs get back to town and are asked, "What do you do? All those agendas . . . We got rich yet again but I'm sure the money will be gone soon. From the journal of Grezzalik M'rethen: I felt the dirt crumbling away as I desperately scrabbled at the new edge of the cliff, wondering why I hadn't chosen Levitate the last time I felt the ability to learn a new spell . . . Wait. Getting ahead of myself. And seriously, where's the suspense? If something had killed me I wouldn't have been able to write this, right. Not that that bloody house didn't try . . . We stumbled back into town, most of us diseased in one way or other. Between Father Xanthis and Naffir Voss we were nursed back to health. the word was put out that we weren't done just yet, and by the time we were back on our feet Master Pho was back in town, looking forward to seeing the surprises offered by the manor house. Father Xanthis was going to come with us as well, along with a gnome that Londis had met. When he spotted Pho his hideous face cracked into a disturbing grin. "Pho! Time for me to remind you of a promise. Remember our friend the Captain, the one I wanted to give to the Three Sisters?" "Indeed. We agreed it was wrong to sentence him without proof." "Of course. Allow me to introduce Lumberlon Thrombletriple, who has the most [I]fascinating[/I] story to tell you." It was pretty interesting,. About 15 years ago he was on a ship run by Captain Bort that stopped near the island of the Three Ladies which was scuttled, resulting in deaths and some being sent to the island to become livestock - including Lum here, who'd been rescued by Londis. It had been planned, and Londis was positively gloating as Pho digested the information. "Well, that's most surprising. Indeed, after we finish here I will go and see the pirate, as promised. perhaps it will help restore some of the balance that is out of true." the gnome finished his pint and gestured to Londis. 'hey, ye didn't save any women when ye were there, did ye? there was a handmaiden who was absolutely fookin' gorgeous, and if I'd had a little more time - " He stopped, squinted at me, then looked to Londis. "Is that the one?" When Londis nodded Lum said, "The handmaiden, she worked for a lady named Shamara M'rethen. I'm told that'd be important to ye." I nodded, not really shocked. "So the master of House Renth had her removed, no doubt so he could wed his harpy. Not surprising. She went with you to the island?" "Aye, and I reckon she was transformed like the rest of us. More than that, I dinnae know." I murmured thanks, lost in thought. Not abandoned. Not forgotten about. She'd had no choice. No choice. ------ The Foxglove Manor stood before us, and repulsive as ever. Thousands of birds sat on the roof, carrion eaters. We'd returned with the three holy men and a few guards. No sign of ghouls, but as we drew close the sea of birds rose up and rolled towards us in stinking, rotting swarms. I hate this place. The fighters cursed a blue storm each as their weapons weren't much use against the clusters of undead birds, and the clerics screamed that they needed to conserve their positive energy for the ritual. To make matters worse an ogre-ghoul burst out of the carriage house and lumbered toward us. Once I managed to control my gorge, it was easy to see what needed to be done. Giving one group of birds the opportunity to poke even more holes in my body, I raced forward and let the lightning jet from my hand. Several swarms shuddered and dropped tot he ground in great smoking heaps, and the ogre cracked and popped as its skin cooked with a horrid stench. It showed disapproval by clocking me with a backhand that rocked me back and left me barely standing. As I blinked away the pain I felt the warming glow of healing course through my body and turned to see Trixie with her hand on my hip. Timely, that. When I looked up Tofa had somehow managed to get her newly purchased Bag of Holding over the ogre so that it only showed from the knees down. I knew what that thing was going to do to her bag and possibly her if it had the chance, so I rushed forward as bright green lightning danced around my upraised hand and smacked it. there was a terrible scream and an even worse odor as the thing expired. I let the power go as the glow from my tattoos faded. Nice. very nice. Then someone gave me a sharp rap in the groin with the back of her knuckles. "Grezz, you idiot, don't rush into combat right after I heal you! Why make me waste a spell if you;re just going to get your dumb ass killed?" Then Trixie was gone, Shotsie scuttling away. But . . . but . . . I zapped it! Sigh. ------ Long story short - the priests did the ritual, the evil mold faded - and the house began to self-destruct. I HATE this place. It was a mad dash for the exit as the walls and roof caved in on and around us. Finally making it up from the basement my feet slid out from under me as I ran for the front door. With groans and crashing behind me I could tell the WHOLE DAMN HOUSE was about to fall off the edge of the cliff to the rocks 300 feet below, and I tried to scramble to safety as Londis came back and dragged me along. The floor was sharply tilting as I dove for the doorway - and came up just short. the floor beneath me splinted and fell away as I screamed and dove for the doorway again, this time getting halfway through as my legs sought purchase. I felt the dirt crumbling away as I desperately scrabbled at the new edge of the cliff, wondering why I hadn't chosen Levitate the last time I felt the ability to learn a new spell . . . and suddenly I grabbed a strong root, legs flailing wildly beneath me, the deafening crash of the house hitting the ocean below sounding as if it were just a few feet away. I was going to be joining it soon, and - Strong hands grabbed my arms, pulling me to safety. I caught my breath and attempted to get my galloping heartbeat under control as I murmured thanks. Before we left, everyone miraculously alive, I paused to spit over the new cliff face. Good riddance. Several days later we stood outside the gates of Magnadaar as I wondered how much trouble I was getting myself into. the letters we'd found indictated Alderin had been pretty much just a pawn, so we decided to come here to check out his lodgings in hopes of finding a clue about the bigger players, the Brothers of the Seven or some other self-important name. me, I was worried about my former life here and what those left behind might say at my return. And it was possible I wasn't the only not thrilled about being in Magnadaar. More notes: close, close thing at the manor as I first boned a DC5 climb check and then several more increasingly difficult ones. an 18 got me out of trouble in the end. I also broke in my Cauldron of Brewing, which had devoured all of my previous riches - now I just have to see how to make things! [/QUOTE]
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