Aftermath II - Free Agents

Rybaer

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Session #13.5 - Really Big Druids


As the hill giants' pet grizzly bear descended upon Zalman's position, the wizard had to do some fast thinking. If he opened the fight with a blast from his wand of lightning bolts, he'd clearly give up his position to the giants...and would probably be reduced to pulp before any of his friends could aid him. Opting for a safer tactic, he quaffed a potion of Invisibility and tried to slide further back into the woods, using a tree trunk for cover from the incoming bear.

Amill, the closest to Zalman, was the second member of the ambush party to realize they'd caught the wrong target. He spotted the grizzly moving quickly toward Zalman, as well as the giants at the beginning of the trail. Calling upon his psionic training, he Enlarged himself to nearly the same size as the hill giants. He stepped out of his cover and hurled his bolas at the grizzly bear's front legs. Somehow, in spite of all the vegetation, the bolas hit true to their mark and wrapped up the grizzly's front legs, tripping it. Amill then drew his ferroplasmic falcion and moved to engage in melee.

The others quickly recognized the presence of a threat. Nigel used Star Slayer's to grant himself See Invisible and Rurik cast Light upon Nigel's first arrow - just as their plan to ambush the Shadow had called for. Bommer and Amblin, further back in the woods, sensed conflict but could not clearly see the threat. Bommer slipped into the woods and started moving quickly but silently toward Nigel and Rurik. Amblin hurried down the trail.

The hill giants were sharp enough to realize that there were multiple opponents in the woods, and everything was shaping up to look like an ambush. Not willing to pass up a fight, however, they both moved into action. The male hill giant hefted the small tree trunk that passed for his club and moved to meet Amill just inside the tree line. The female, much to everyone’s surprise, started casting a spell. She had heard the crunching of Amblin and Bommer further back in the woods, so she targeted her Entagle spell back there. Amblin and Bommer both slipped through the grasping branches and shrubs, leaving Amblin’s dog as the only one seriously hampered.

The grizzly easily snapped the bolas that had tripped it up and promptly turned on Amill. While Amill worked to fend off both grizzly and hill giant, Zalman took advantage of the moment to summon a dire ape in a flanking position behind the grizzly.

Amblin, half the height and about a quarter the weight of any of the four melee combatants, began spring attacking. He focused on the male giant, trying to take some of the heat off of Amill. Nigel, disappointed that the Shadow wasn’t among the targets, settled for pumping the male giant full of crackling arrows. Rurik realized that he wouldn’t have to mess with Dimensional Anchor or Invisibility Purge, so instead he hefted his axe and shield and prepared to demonstrate dwarven giant slaying tactics. Bommer had circled around behind Nigel and decided to try to sniper in some ranged sneak attacks rather than face the devastating strength of the giants up close.

For a fleeting moment, fate smiled upon the female hill giant. Amblin, Rurik, Nigel, and Bommer were in a perfect line with one another. Furthermore, they were all pretty close together to one another. The giant took advantage of the moment and called forth a Wall of Hornets, laying it down across the four companions. Instantly dozens of the vermin planted painful stings on every inch of exposed flesh. The hornets’ venom caused severe muscular twitchiness in several of them.

While the others were rolling out of the cloud of hornets, Amill took a furious beating from the giant and grizzly. While he was capable of dishing some respectable damage of his own, he lacked the heavy armor to stand toe-to-toe for long. Zalman’s summoned ape helped pull a little attention from Amill. Zalman, meanwhile, maintained his invisibility by not casting any offensive spells. Instead, he closely studied the female giant, ready to try and counter any spell she started that he didn’t like the look of. He was also keeping out an eye for any sign of the Shadow.

Rurik took a quick survey of the situation and decided that Amill needed healing very badly. Dodging the giant’s club, he planted his hands on the psychic warrior’s knee (he scarcely reached the Enlarged Amill’s belt) and healed most of his injuries.

The combined focus of attacks on the male hill giant finally caused him to drop. The female summoned a swarm of bats, centered on Amill’s position, and then waded into melee herself. She also took a moment to yell for help.

Amill sidestepped the swarm, taking several bites in the process, and continued to pound on the grizzly. With the dire ape’s help, the bear finally collapsed under a dozen deep slashes from blade and claw.

Rurik enthusiastically engaged the remaining giant, leaving her with several frostbitten cuts across her thighs. Nigel and Bommer continued to rain arrows upon her from a distance and Amblin repeatedly planted kicks to the back of her head in hopes of stunning her.

The giant quickly realized how badly outnumbered and outclassed she was. She crossed half the distance to the ruined keep and then turned back to cast a spell. Zalman identified it as Spike Growth and decided that he didn’t want to see her complete it. He cast Dispell Magic to counter and successfully negated her efforts. The giantess, under the withering and relentless attacks, lasted only long enough to shriek a few curses at the group.

The third giant, who had been inside the keep, was just now coming into view. Seeing the bodies of the two giants and grizzly, he immediately turned tail and fled back into the keep. Hooty telepathically informed Zalman that the giant was vaulting the keep’s side wall and fleeing into the woods. Zalman relayed that information, but wisely no one offered pursuit.

“Great,” Nigel said. “So much for the ambush.”

“Think we could set it back up?” Amill asked as Rurik healed the rest of his substantial injuries.

“Doubt it,” Zalman said. “There’s no way we could clean up evidence of the fight sufficiently to escape the Shadow’s notice. If he suspects something, we quickly lose our edge.”

“Besides, we can’t be sure he didn’t hear some of the yelling and fighting,” Nigel said.

A mixed consensus was reached that it would be best to go down below the keep immediately. They felt that they had to press what little bit of surprise was left and hope that they could get their nemesis before he escaped.


Next session: The Shadow's welcome.
 

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Amill

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Stupid giants

If they hadn't been messing with spells, I think they would've dropped a couple of us...lucky us :rolleyes:

"Nice update. So will this be Shadow's day to die?"

You know, Tuerney, that was the plan but...I'll let Rybaer field that one...
 





Rybaer

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Session #14.1 – The Shadow’s Welcome


Having decided that time was of the essence, the group quickly scoured the ruins of Timberline Keep for the trapdoor to the sub-levels. Within the crumbling main tower, they found a built-in stone box, the bottom of which was removable. Underneath was a narrow hole with evenly spaced rusted iron rungs for a ladder descending into darkness.

Amblin, the quickest and most nimble of the group, led the way. About ten feet down, he felt a sharp prick in his finger. He might have blown it off as a mere splinter was it not for the burning sensation that immediately followed. All the muscles in his body started to slacken and it was all he could do to hold on to the rungs.

“Poison!” Amblin said, only loud enough for Bommer above him to hear. The halfling spread word up to the others and then slipped past Amblin by way of Spider Climb. He gave each rung and quick inspection and marked two rungs with white chalk to identify those with poisoned needles.

The chute emptied into a small square room with two doors. Rurik called upon Moradin to purge the poison from Amblin’s body while Bommer checked both for traps on the doors. Through one of the doors was the pantry – barrels of dried and salted foods as well as shelves full of jars. The other door opened into a short hallway that split left and right.

Amblin and Bommer led the way, everyone else listening intently for hints of the Shadow’s presence. In the next hallway were three more closed doors as well as a stairwell leading down. Again, Bommer quickly checked the doors and found them not trapped. Two had to have their locks picked, but it was simple work for the halfling. Each of the three rooms appeared to be bedrooms, furnished with a mish-mash of presumably looted goods. There were no occupants and no dark elf, so they pushed on down the stairs.

In the hallway, at the very top of the stairwell, Amblin triggered a pit trap. He had little difficulty in jumping back out of the way, but the resultant crash from the trap door falling open removed all doubt that the element of surprise had been lost. Amblin and Bommer looked down into the exposed pit. It was at least twenty feet deep and lined with ugly iron spikes. A few moments after the trap door came to a rest, a large blade swung out of the lining of the pit, just clearing the spikes. Amblin silently thanked his training as falling into that mess would have been rather painful.

Moving quickly and with less regard for stealth now, the group descended to the second sub-level. A hallway ran left and right and a single door was set in the wall opposite the stairs. Down both directions, the hall only went a short distance before turning again.

Bommer inspected the door for traps while Nigel and Amill peered around the corner to the right. There they found a dead end with a foot and a half wide crack in the wall. An empty bucket tied to rope sat on the floor.

“That would be the well,” Nigel whispered to Amill, who nodded in agreement.

Bommer cleared the door and they swung it open, finding a small room stuffed with boxes, crates, and sacks of various loot. Nothing appeared to have any exceptional value.

Down the hall to the left, Bommer was the first to peer around the corner from his position hanging on the wall of the corridor. He saw that the hallway extended another fifteen or twenty feet and turned left again. Just as he was going to continue, a figure stepped around the far corner – a dark elf.

Bommer, along with Amill, had never actually laid eyes upon the shadow before. Amill had joined up with them after their last encounter with the group’s nemesis and Bommer had been dead during their brief encounter down in the ruins of Kladish. From all the stories, however, Bommer instantly recognized the Shadow. The Shadow stopped short with a look of surprise, uttered a single word, turned and fled. All in the group heard the footsteps fading, followed almost immediately by a door slamming shut. Zalman recognized that one word, a vile expletive in Undercommon, though the others had little difficulty in guessing its meaning. Finally, their quarry was at hand.

Before Bommer could turn and tell the others what he’d seen, most everyone was already reacting. Zalman, who had cast Fly upon himself rather than climb down the chute, zipped past and over everyone else, hurling down the hall at a tremendous speed. He reached the next corner and found a short passage with three closed doors. Brandishing his wand of Lightning Bolts, he used his crown’s power to make certain the Shadow wasn’t hiding invisibly.

Rurik, unusually quick to react, wedged himself past Bommer and Amblin and charged after Zalman with Sleet in hand. Halfway down the hall, he stepped on an unseen pressure plate. The entire fifteen-foot length of hall fell away beneath the dwarf and he plunged thirty feet. The bottom of the pit was lined with three foot long rusty spikes, and was filled with about two and a half feet of fetid water. Rurik cried out as several spikes drove through weak spots in his armor.

When the floor had fallen away under Rurik, a thick steel plate fell from the ceiling and essentially created a new wall flush with the far side of the pit. Zalman found himself completely isolated from the rest of the group, blind in the pitch darkness, and on the same side of the wall as the Shadow. To balance those poor odds, he quickly summoned a dire ape.

Amblin and Bommer, neither of whom were able to offer much help to Rurik, both Spider Climbed on the walls across the pit to see if there was a way through the steel wall. Amill pulled a length of rope off his belt and tossed and end down to the floundering dwarf.

Rurik extracted himself from the spikes, but immediately recognized another problem. Half a dozen giant leeches, each a couple feet in length, had latched on to exposed spots of skin. He could feel his blood being drained away at an alarming rate. Through his panic, he heard Nigel and Amill yelling at him to grab the rope. Rurik did so, and started climbing while they hoisted him up.

Rurik was scarcely halfway up the pit when a certain realization hit him. Nigel saw it in his old friend’s eyes while the skin under the dwarf’s beard turned white and then blue. Rurik lost his grip and fell back into the pit, impaled upon spikes and lost under the foam of thrashing leeches.

The cleric was dead, and Nigel knew that this time he wouldn’t return from Moradin’s Hall.


Next session: Pursuit and a new ally.
 


Rybaer

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Tuerny said:
Oh my God!

They killed Rurik!


Those bastards!!!!


Yeah, well, the body count is far from complete...

...and the characters were mighty peeved once they started to realize what was going on...

...but that will have to wait for the next post.
 

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