DM-Rocco
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Seson 13 module A4 In the Dungeons of the Slave Lords
From the Journal of Stonecracker Boulderwhacker
We have had a time of it since our capture. Not since I served a five-year stitch as the jail warden in Dratchenduh warrens have I seen such cruelty, such inhumanity. Our capturers have tortured us to the brink of madness, inflicting every form of torture I know of, and a few new ones, but the worst of it is when they have deprived us of our six square meals a day, now that is cruel.
I thought I would go mad with hunger, until fate intervened in the form of the volcano starting an irruption. Thanks to the underground movement on the island we were able to escape, but only into danger. It was in the caves under the island to were we fled. Left in total dark and deprived of spells, weapons and food, we had to rely on skill and daring to get away.
In the dark we crawled, heading for the only light we could see, a distant glow in a hall of gloom. It was then that a sand crawler attacked us from below. Were it not for the cleric calling forth water, we would have been ripped apart.
We turned from the light, hoping to find sanctuary in the dark, the light brought nothing but trouble. We crawled on hands and knees until we came upon a community of Myconid, or fungus men. I tell ya now, that as hungry as I was, those mushroom-headed people were lucky that I had no eggs and cheese or I would have made one large omelet.
Their king agreed to show us to the surface if we would kill the giant crawfish in the cave beyond. We agreed and lured the crawfish down the cave with Gren as bait, and then used the scrolls we had to create a pit in the soft sand and then cover it with a wall of fog. With the death of the crawfish we earned our freedom and we were quick to take it.
Making our way to sun light we came upon a group of mercenaries bent on using the volcanic eruption as an excuse to loot the main fort of Sunderham. We attacked then and gain our first real weapons. Glad to feel the comfort of a sword in my hands we quickly made our way down to the docks were the remaining slave lords were loading loot into the water dragon, their galley.
We hatched a plan to invade their ranks, but the cleric had the gift of true sight and spoiled our plan. It was an all out brawl after that. I ran straight for the female drow, and after asking her if she meant me ill will, I chopped off her head.
We slew all of our enemies save one, the mage escaped our grasp, but I fear (fine, he frets since he is immune to fear) that I have not seen the last of that one. So off into the sunset we sailed, our hearts full of thanks to be alive, our conscious at ease knowing that we have at least halted the slave trade and our purses happy for finally being full.
From the Journal of Stonecracker Boulderwhacker
We have had a time of it since our capture. Not since I served a five-year stitch as the jail warden in Dratchenduh warrens have I seen such cruelty, such inhumanity. Our capturers have tortured us to the brink of madness, inflicting every form of torture I know of, and a few new ones, but the worst of it is when they have deprived us of our six square meals a day, now that is cruel.
I thought I would go mad with hunger, until fate intervened in the form of the volcano starting an irruption. Thanks to the underground movement on the island we were able to escape, but only into danger. It was in the caves under the island to were we fled. Left in total dark and deprived of spells, weapons and food, we had to rely on skill and daring to get away.
In the dark we crawled, heading for the only light we could see, a distant glow in a hall of gloom. It was then that a sand crawler attacked us from below. Were it not for the cleric calling forth water, we would have been ripped apart.
We turned from the light, hoping to find sanctuary in the dark, the light brought nothing but trouble. We crawled on hands and knees until we came upon a community of Myconid, or fungus men. I tell ya now, that as hungry as I was, those mushroom-headed people were lucky that I had no eggs and cheese or I would have made one large omelet.
Their king agreed to show us to the surface if we would kill the giant crawfish in the cave beyond. We agreed and lured the crawfish down the cave with Gren as bait, and then used the scrolls we had to create a pit in the soft sand and then cover it with a wall of fog. With the death of the crawfish we earned our freedom and we were quick to take it.
Making our way to sun light we came upon a group of mercenaries bent on using the volcanic eruption as an excuse to loot the main fort of Sunderham. We attacked then and gain our first real weapons. Glad to feel the comfort of a sword in my hands we quickly made our way down to the docks were the remaining slave lords were loading loot into the water dragon, their galley.
We hatched a plan to invade their ranks, but the cleric had the gift of true sight and spoiled our plan. It was an all out brawl after that. I ran straight for the female drow, and after asking her if she meant me ill will, I chopped off her head.
We slew all of our enemies save one, the mage escaped our grasp, but I fear (fine, he frets since he is immune to fear) that I have not seen the last of that one. So off into the sunset we sailed, our hearts full of thanks to be alive, our conscious at ease knowing that we have at least halted the slave trade and our purses happy for finally being full.