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<blockquote data-quote="jydog1" data-source="post: 5547198" data-attributes="member: 48156"><p><strong>Session #31 - April 18th, 2011 - Like There Was a Chance We Wouldn't See HIM Again</strong></p><p></p><p>notes: sorry It's been a while, we've actually missed two sessions in a row - kid's b-day and GM work - so I've been a little lax about updating. Agonizing about 8th level choices - only being able to pick a single spell is brutal. Phantasmal Killer is just oodles of fun but Summon IV lions and rhinos and hound archons, oh my!</p><p></p><p>Can't believe I trusted the Mac Bac Feagals not to steal from us. What a dope.</p><p></p><p>From the journal of Grezzalik M'rethen:</p><p></p><p>The Slumbertongue River stretched before us, making everyone but Calafalas and myself pretty nervous. Even just standing on the edge I could see the others getting a little drowsy as Londis dug in his pack and produced his boat feather token. A MUCH larger ship than we needed sprang into existence and soon we were off. Times like this, it was nice to have someone like Tofa manning the helm or whatever you call it, although i thought she was going to skewer me with a javelin when I asked her what time she wanted us to mutiny at.</p><p></p><p>After a couple of hours the Feagals waved us to shore. Grinding to a halt, we piled off and Rob Anyone stood there beaming. "Sure, here it be!"</p><p></p><p>We looked around - nothing but swamp. He grinned again and pointed at the river. "Nay, it be a cave entrance about 10 feet underwater."</p><p></p><p>I sighed and started shucking clothes. Have I ever mentioned I'm not a strong swimmer?</p><p></p><p>It took me a try or two to be able to best the current, but soon Calafas and I emerged into a small grotto. There was a big pile of copper coins, an interesting looking spear, and a statue of a dragon holding an orb that absolutely reeked of magic. I sat down and started trying to figure out what is was, barely acknowledging Calafas when he said he was going back up to get the others. Aided by a Bag of Holding he got them in, and soon they were examining the slim pickings.</p><p></p><p>Well, all except Londis, who marched up to Rob and glared at him. "Where is it?"</p><p></p><p>"Where be what, laddie?"</p><p></p><p>"The stuff you took before we got here. The stuff we earned by killing the dragon."</p><p></p><p>Rob took a good look at the ruin of Londis' face before saying, 'Oh, THAT stuff. Well, you know, it's just a wee taste we be . . . "</p><p></p><p>Londis' stony visage didn't move except for a slight tic near his left eye. Rob offered a weak smile. "Aye, fellas, cough it up."</p><p></p><p>There then followed a great reappearance of valuables from under kilts, behind ears, under shirts, and so on. It was kind of like a mini-waterfall of loot. And here I though the dragon just hadn't found any gold.</p><p></p><p>The little buggers didn't even have the good grace to be abashed.</p><p></p><p>We started screwing around with the dragon, trying to figure out a way to get the orb open. I could read the draconic inscription - "Blessed are the true sons of Dahhk" - but it took some tinkering and futzing before Londis placed some claws and I poured some of the captured blood into an indent, gaining us accent to the inside and some very nice stuff. Chimes for Trixie, arrows for Calafas and Tofa, bolts for Tricxie, and an ioun stone that snuggled right into our Pathfinder. Nice.</p><p></p><p>We also saw something in the statue's mouth, and since the thief - uhm, the bard - wouldn't go near it, it was up to me to try to pry it out and thus get sprayed with acid. She finally agreed to take a shot after I cast a powerful protection spell on her - well, several shots before she popped out the ebon wand of acid spray - nice wand, but it would have been much nicer with 12 charges instead of the 4 it had left.</p><p></p><p>We headed out and had the Mac Bac Feagals find us a place to camp, wherein Rob told us that he figured he had died and gone to paradise. "Aye, we have things ta fight and treasure and all sorts of fun - surely we're being rewarded, eh?"</p><p></p><p>Eh, indeed.</p><p></p><p>-----</p><p></p><p>The next morning found us a few hundred yards away from Rhoswyn's citadel. In addition to lots of terrain there were at least 4 big troll waiting for us. We decided to try to run up under cover of illusion like we did a while ago but turns out we weren't the only ones with that idea - as we rushed it the trolls vanished - fake - and our buddy Caldous the centaur roared out of cover along with a host of his buddies and battle raged. Meanwhile mind-controlling spells were popping up left and right, and as the battle raged around us I spotted another blasted gnome hovering a hundred feet away, causing trouble. My lightning ball caused him to smirk as the power was absorbed - I wasn't the only one who knew that spell. He didn't have an answer for Calafas's arrows, and after the damned centaur trampled me and clobbered Londis we managed to take him down with some horrible spell from the dwarf and the blows from the thoroughly irritated inquisitor. Toda cut down a slew of centaurs on her own and Trixie offered up extremely timely healing - again, we functioned quite well as a team. I didn't even object when Firendrin grabbed my special wardstone bola and tried to finish off the gnome. He didn't but Calafas took care of that, and suddenly we found ourselves standing at the gate of citadel of the Fellnight Queen.</p><p></p><p>A reckoning was coming due. I didn't need to be an inquisitor to know that. Nobody wrecks our friends' wedding.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="jydog1, post: 5547198, member: 48156"] [b]Session #31 - April 18th, 2011 - Like There Was a Chance We Wouldn't See HIM Again[/b] notes: sorry It's been a while, we've actually missed two sessions in a row - kid's b-day and GM work - so I've been a little lax about updating. Agonizing about 8th level choices - only being able to pick a single spell is brutal. Phantasmal Killer is just oodles of fun but Summon IV lions and rhinos and hound archons, oh my! Can't believe I trusted the Mac Bac Feagals not to steal from us. What a dope. From the journal of Grezzalik M'rethen: The Slumbertongue River stretched before us, making everyone but Calafalas and myself pretty nervous. Even just standing on the edge I could see the others getting a little drowsy as Londis dug in his pack and produced his boat feather token. A MUCH larger ship than we needed sprang into existence and soon we were off. Times like this, it was nice to have someone like Tofa manning the helm or whatever you call it, although i thought she was going to skewer me with a javelin when I asked her what time she wanted us to mutiny at. After a couple of hours the Feagals waved us to shore. Grinding to a halt, we piled off and Rob Anyone stood there beaming. "Sure, here it be!" We looked around - nothing but swamp. He grinned again and pointed at the river. "Nay, it be a cave entrance about 10 feet underwater." I sighed and started shucking clothes. Have I ever mentioned I'm not a strong swimmer? It took me a try or two to be able to best the current, but soon Calafas and I emerged into a small grotto. There was a big pile of copper coins, an interesting looking spear, and a statue of a dragon holding an orb that absolutely reeked of magic. I sat down and started trying to figure out what is was, barely acknowledging Calafas when he said he was going back up to get the others. Aided by a Bag of Holding he got them in, and soon they were examining the slim pickings. Well, all except Londis, who marched up to Rob and glared at him. "Where is it?" "Where be what, laddie?" "The stuff you took before we got here. The stuff we earned by killing the dragon." Rob took a good look at the ruin of Londis' face before saying, 'Oh, THAT stuff. Well, you know, it's just a wee taste we be . . . " Londis' stony visage didn't move except for a slight tic near his left eye. Rob offered a weak smile. "Aye, fellas, cough it up." There then followed a great reappearance of valuables from under kilts, behind ears, under shirts, and so on. It was kind of like a mini-waterfall of loot. And here I though the dragon just hadn't found any gold. The little buggers didn't even have the good grace to be abashed. We started screwing around with the dragon, trying to figure out a way to get the orb open. I could read the draconic inscription - "Blessed are the true sons of Dahhk" - but it took some tinkering and futzing before Londis placed some claws and I poured some of the captured blood into an indent, gaining us accent to the inside and some very nice stuff. Chimes for Trixie, arrows for Calafas and Tofa, bolts for Tricxie, and an ioun stone that snuggled right into our Pathfinder. Nice. We also saw something in the statue's mouth, and since the thief - uhm, the bard - wouldn't go near it, it was up to me to try to pry it out and thus get sprayed with acid. She finally agreed to take a shot after I cast a powerful protection spell on her - well, several shots before she popped out the ebon wand of acid spray - nice wand, but it would have been much nicer with 12 charges instead of the 4 it had left. We headed out and had the Mac Bac Feagals find us a place to camp, wherein Rob told us that he figured he had died and gone to paradise. "Aye, we have things ta fight and treasure and all sorts of fun - surely we're being rewarded, eh?" Eh, indeed. ----- The next morning found us a few hundred yards away from Rhoswyn's citadel. In addition to lots of terrain there were at least 4 big troll waiting for us. We decided to try to run up under cover of illusion like we did a while ago but turns out we weren't the only ones with that idea - as we rushed it the trolls vanished - fake - and our buddy Caldous the centaur roared out of cover along with a host of his buddies and battle raged. Meanwhile mind-controlling spells were popping up left and right, and as the battle raged around us I spotted another blasted gnome hovering a hundred feet away, causing trouble. My lightning ball caused him to smirk as the power was absorbed - I wasn't the only one who knew that spell. He didn't have an answer for Calafas's arrows, and after the damned centaur trampled me and clobbered Londis we managed to take him down with some horrible spell from the dwarf and the blows from the thoroughly irritated inquisitor. Toda cut down a slew of centaurs on her own and Trixie offered up extremely timely healing - again, we functioned quite well as a team. I didn't even object when Firendrin grabbed my special wardstone bola and tried to finish off the gnome. He didn't but Calafas took care of that, and suddenly we found ourselves standing at the gate of citadel of the Fellnight Queen. A reckoning was coming due. I didn't need to be an inquisitor to know that. Nobody wrecks our friends' wedding. [/QUOTE]
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