Banewarrens d20 (Angelsboi's party)
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diaglo
Adventurer
Block party or blockhead. you decide
The proper passage out of the catacombs led to a dead end. The block wall ahead was of a different stone. Fiddle examined it more closely. It was meant to be pushed. But if you chose the wrong way it would collapse. Fiddle found the right spot to press and a way to reset the trap if he so desired. He just wanted to go around it. So he opened the wall and spiked it. An intersection. Three similar blocks faced the party. Fiddle examined the block on the left. A pounding noise was heard and felt underfoot from that direction. Fiddle had similar luck with this trap. He again spiked it open. An open pit lay ahead in the passageway. A strange magical creature was in the pit. It or he pounded away at the walls. Whether it was trying to escape or continue building the pit was unclear. Fiddle chose the next block in a clockwise fashion in the intersection. He had barely started his probe when it collapsed on him. This passage was similar to the one from the catacombs.
"Ouch," Fiddle complained. "I expect our skeleton friends ahead won't like this."
"Here let me see to your boo boo," Alya healed him.
A deep gravelly voice called out from the corridor with the second spiked block and pit. Everyone turned to see an Ogre across the pit. No one understood what he was saying. The party drew their weapons. The Ogre ducked out of view.
"Well we found the humanoids," Vlad stated. "Hopefully he is the only one and hasn't gone to get help."
Fiddle went back to examining the last block. He wasn't sure exactly where to push. The others also tried to figure it out. But no luck.
"Here goes nothing," Fiddle warned. "Everyone stand clear."
He almost guessed correctly. Unfortunately, the block still clipped him. Darian healed his bruises with the wand. This passage was blocked by a real heavy stone. It was sealed and not just another trap. Someone meant to keep things out.
"Since the Ogre hasn't returned should we go visit the skeletons?" Fiddle asked.
"As good a place as any," Sully agreed.
"Maybe they are liches?" Alya joked. "Just kidding."
Darian's brow furrowed. "I'll remember that. Come on Fiddle lets get this done."
The proper passage out of the catacombs led to a dead end. The block wall ahead was of a different stone. Fiddle examined it more closely. It was meant to be pushed. But if you chose the wrong way it would collapse. Fiddle found the right spot to press and a way to reset the trap if he so desired. He just wanted to go around it. So he opened the wall and spiked it. An intersection. Three similar blocks faced the party. Fiddle examined the block on the left. A pounding noise was heard and felt underfoot from that direction. Fiddle had similar luck with this trap. He again spiked it open. An open pit lay ahead in the passageway. A strange magical creature was in the pit. It or he pounded away at the walls. Whether it was trying to escape or continue building the pit was unclear. Fiddle chose the next block in a clockwise fashion in the intersection. He had barely started his probe when it collapsed on him. This passage was similar to the one from the catacombs.
"Ouch," Fiddle complained. "I expect our skeleton friends ahead won't like this."
"Here let me see to your boo boo," Alya healed him.
A deep gravelly voice called out from the corridor with the second spiked block and pit. Everyone turned to see an Ogre across the pit. No one understood what he was saying. The party drew their weapons. The Ogre ducked out of view.
"Well we found the humanoids," Vlad stated. "Hopefully he is the only one and hasn't gone to get help."
Fiddle went back to examining the last block. He wasn't sure exactly where to push. The others also tried to figure it out. But no luck.
"Here goes nothing," Fiddle warned. "Everyone stand clear."
He almost guessed correctly. Unfortunately, the block still clipped him. Darian healed his bruises with the wand. This passage was blocked by a real heavy stone. It was sealed and not just another trap. Someone meant to keep things out.
"Since the Ogre hasn't returned should we go visit the skeletons?" Fiddle asked.
"As good a place as any," Sully agreed.
"Maybe they are liches?" Alya joked. "Just kidding."
Darian's brow furrowed. "I'll remember that. Come on Fiddle lets get this done."
diaglo
Adventurer
Static monsters; how do they cling in a 10x10
Fiddle and Darian advanced into the suspected catacombs. Darian's light shone to the back wall. And Fiddle was proven correct. It was a catacomb. But skeletons weren't the occupants. Orcs. And they had just finished strapping on their gear and drawing their weapons. Seven carried battle axes and three used long spears.
"Oops," Fiddle yelled. "Orcs."
Alya reacted first. She covered the area in front of Fiddle and Darian with a layer of grease. Fiddle flung a dagger. It grazed one of the bigger orcs. Darian called on Lathander's might to protect him. Sully followed suit with a handful of powder. Several of the orcs were blinded. Those not tried to cross the grease. Two succeeded. Two did not. They landed in a tangle of legs. Vlad fired an arrow into the room.
Alya sang another tune. Fiddle disappeared. Only to reappear a second later. He thrust at the two orcs in front of him. Darian swung his sword again. One orc fell. Sully tried again. This time the close quarters made his spell much more effective. Several more orcs were blinded. The remaining sighted orc struck Darian. A loud boom was heard. And the Ogre reappeared. Vlad moved into battle with his axe. The Ogre swatted him as he closed.
"A little help here," Vlad called back as he shocked the Ogre.
Alya healed Vlad some. Fiddle finished the orc. Darian charged the Ogre. His shield bounced off the Ogre's thick hide. Sully repositioned. The area around one of the big orcs had Fiddle's voice.
"I've slain your friends and now it's your turn," the voice imitated.
The blind orcs converged on the sound. They struck each other. The Ogre attacked Darian. Another Ogre leapt the pit. Vlad used Darian's help to strike a nasty blow. The first Ogre collapsed.
Alya fired an arrow into the orc battle. Fiddle attacked the new Ogre from the sly. Lightning Strike bit home. Darian peeled off from the Ogre and attacked one of the orcs in the grease. The orcs moved away from each other. The Ogre took a swing at Fiddle. Vlad struck it from behind. The second Ogre was down. A new foe entered the scene. He was as large as the Ogres. But very different. He was rubbery in appearance a long nose, nasty looking hands, and warts. He was also very powerfully built. And there were still 6 blind orcs.
Alya fired another arrow this one at the green Ogre. The arrow sunk in, but the wound began to close almost immediately. Fiddle attacked the green creature. His strike too started to heal.
"Troll," Darian moved forward with his flaming sword.
The troll swatted him as he closed. Darian's strike was more effective. Sully pulled out his sling. He flung a stone into one of the orcs. Sully's first combat strike was a success. The orcs milled about. The Troll struck Vlad and then backed away from Darian's sword. Vlad moved away and downed a potion.
Alya fired into the orcs. Another went down. Fiddle attacked the grease pile killing another. The grease would soon be gone. The orcs would also regain their sight soon. Darian moved back from the troll and healed himself with the wand. Sully used his last spell to blind the orcs again. The Troll hovered out of sight. Vlad prepared for the worst.
Alya fired into the orcs. Fiddle charged back to the Troll battle. He pulled out his vial of acid and flung it into the darkness. Darian held his flaming sword out at the ready trying to entice the Troll. Sully flung a stone at the orcs. It hit the back wall. The Troll took the bait.
He attacked Darian with a fervor. The Troll grabbed Darian with both hands, picked him up like a rag doll, and pulled the priest apart. He dropped Darian. Vlad attacked the Troll from behind.
Alya fired into the orcs. Another fell, three remained. Fiddle thought back to the times he had seen Richter use the whip. Fiddle had no experience with the thing, but he knew he couldn't get to the flaming sword without joining Darian. Fiddle made up his mind. He lashed out for the sword hilt. Luck was with him. He retracted the whip and held the flaming sword two handed. It was nearly as tall as he. Lucky for Darian Lathander was with him. The priest's wounds stopped bleeding. Sully tried again to hit an orc. This one careened to the left. The troll advanced on Fiddle. YiKes. One heavy hand knocked the hin to the side. Vlad shocked the troll from behind.
Alya fired into the troll. Fiddle tumbled to the Troll's side. He swung the sword for all he was worth. It bit very deeply. A stream of dark green blood coated Fiddle. The Troll fell in two parts. They started to reform. Both were still active. Darian stopped bleeding. He was just sleeping now.
"A little help," Sully called. "We still have 3 orcs and my spell is about to quit."
The orcs moved towards Sully's voice. Sully pulled a flask of oil from off of Darian. The Troll took two swings at Fiddle. Neither were close. Vlad struck from behind. He blow just as effective as Fiddle's. He split the top half of the Troll in two from head to waist. The Troll was dead. Sorta. It began to reform but very slowly. Vlad pulled out some oil.
Alya healed Darian. Fiddle charged into the orcs. He chopped one down. Darian pulled a flask of his own. Sully lit some of the Troll on fire. The two remaining orcs closed with Fiddle. They could see again. One wounded Fiddle. Vlad burned the Troll.
"Fiddle get over here with that sword," Alya screamed. She moved to Fiddle's aid. She fired an arrow into one of the orcs. Fiddle chopped down the orc who had injured him and stayed as a guard for Alya. Darian burned the Troll. So did Sully and Vlad. The last orc bashed Fiddle.
Alya switched weapons. She dropped her bow and attacked with the new rapier. Fiddle peeled back and attacked the Troll parts with the flaming sword. Sully, Darian , and Vlad attacked the Troll part too. They continued to burn. The orc sliced Alya.
Alya again attacked the orc. That battle was an even exchange. The others hacked and burned the Troll. The troll was very resilient. Eventually the orc fell and the Troll was turned to ash.
Fiddle and Darian advanced into the suspected catacombs. Darian's light shone to the back wall. And Fiddle was proven correct. It was a catacomb. But skeletons weren't the occupants. Orcs. And they had just finished strapping on their gear and drawing their weapons. Seven carried battle axes and three used long spears.
"Oops," Fiddle yelled. "Orcs."
Alya reacted first. She covered the area in front of Fiddle and Darian with a layer of grease. Fiddle flung a dagger. It grazed one of the bigger orcs. Darian called on Lathander's might to protect him. Sully followed suit with a handful of powder. Several of the orcs were blinded. Those not tried to cross the grease. Two succeeded. Two did not. They landed in a tangle of legs. Vlad fired an arrow into the room.
Alya sang another tune. Fiddle disappeared. Only to reappear a second later. He thrust at the two orcs in front of him. Darian swung his sword again. One orc fell. Sully tried again. This time the close quarters made his spell much more effective. Several more orcs were blinded. The remaining sighted orc struck Darian. A loud boom was heard. And the Ogre reappeared. Vlad moved into battle with his axe. The Ogre swatted him as he closed.
"A little help here," Vlad called back as he shocked the Ogre.
Alya healed Vlad some. Fiddle finished the orc. Darian charged the Ogre. His shield bounced off the Ogre's thick hide. Sully repositioned. The area around one of the big orcs had Fiddle's voice.
"I've slain your friends and now it's your turn," the voice imitated.
The blind orcs converged on the sound. They struck each other. The Ogre attacked Darian. Another Ogre leapt the pit. Vlad used Darian's help to strike a nasty blow. The first Ogre collapsed.
Alya fired an arrow into the orc battle. Fiddle attacked the new Ogre from the sly. Lightning Strike bit home. Darian peeled off from the Ogre and attacked one of the orcs in the grease. The orcs moved away from each other. The Ogre took a swing at Fiddle. Vlad struck it from behind. The second Ogre was down. A new foe entered the scene. He was as large as the Ogres. But very different. He was rubbery in appearance a long nose, nasty looking hands, and warts. He was also very powerfully built. And there were still 6 blind orcs.
Alya fired another arrow this one at the green Ogre. The arrow sunk in, but the wound began to close almost immediately. Fiddle attacked the green creature. His strike too started to heal.
"Troll," Darian moved forward with his flaming sword.
The troll swatted him as he closed. Darian's strike was more effective. Sully pulled out his sling. He flung a stone into one of the orcs. Sully's first combat strike was a success. The orcs milled about. The Troll struck Vlad and then backed away from Darian's sword. Vlad moved away and downed a potion.
Alya fired into the orcs. Another went down. Fiddle attacked the grease pile killing another. The grease would soon be gone. The orcs would also regain their sight soon. Darian moved back from the troll and healed himself with the wand. Sully used his last spell to blind the orcs again. The Troll hovered out of sight. Vlad prepared for the worst.
Alya fired into the orcs. Fiddle charged back to the Troll battle. He pulled out his vial of acid and flung it into the darkness. Darian held his flaming sword out at the ready trying to entice the Troll. Sully flung a stone at the orcs. It hit the back wall. The Troll took the bait.
He attacked Darian with a fervor. The Troll grabbed Darian with both hands, picked him up like a rag doll, and pulled the priest apart. He dropped Darian. Vlad attacked the Troll from behind.Alya fired into the orcs. Another fell, three remained. Fiddle thought back to the times he had seen Richter use the whip. Fiddle had no experience with the thing, but he knew he couldn't get to the flaming sword without joining Darian. Fiddle made up his mind. He lashed out for the sword hilt. Luck was with him. He retracted the whip and held the flaming sword two handed. It was nearly as tall as he. Lucky for Darian Lathander was with him. The priest's wounds stopped bleeding. Sully tried again to hit an orc. This one careened to the left. The troll advanced on Fiddle. YiKes. One heavy hand knocked the hin to the side. Vlad shocked the troll from behind.
Alya fired into the troll. Fiddle tumbled to the Troll's side. He swung the sword for all he was worth. It bit very deeply. A stream of dark green blood coated Fiddle. The Troll fell in two parts. They started to reform. Both were still active. Darian stopped bleeding. He was just sleeping now.
"A little help," Sully called. "We still have 3 orcs and my spell is about to quit."
The orcs moved towards Sully's voice. Sully pulled a flask of oil from off of Darian. The Troll took two swings at Fiddle. Neither were close. Vlad struck from behind. He blow just as effective as Fiddle's. He split the top half of the Troll in two from head to waist. The Troll was dead. Sorta. It began to reform but very slowly. Vlad pulled out some oil.
Alya healed Darian. Fiddle charged into the orcs. He chopped one down. Darian pulled a flask of his own. Sully lit some of the Troll on fire. The two remaining orcs closed with Fiddle. They could see again. One wounded Fiddle. Vlad burned the Troll.
"Fiddle get over here with that sword," Alya screamed. She moved to Fiddle's aid. She fired an arrow into one of the orcs. Fiddle chopped down the orc who had injured him and stayed as a guard for Alya. Darian burned the Troll. So did Sully and Vlad. The last orc bashed Fiddle.
Alya switched weapons. She dropped her bow and attacked with the new rapier. Fiddle peeled back and attacked the Troll parts with the flaming sword. Sully, Darian , and Vlad attacked the Troll part too. They continued to burn. The orc sliced Alya.
Alya again attacked the orc. That battle was an even exchange. The others hacked and burned the Troll. The troll was very resilient. Eventually the orc fell and the Troll was turned to ash.
diaglo
Adventurer
Space ghost to the rescue
The party crawled out of Amarak's tomb. A trail of fresh blood marked their passing. Nary a one of them was fit to handle a lone orc much less the traps, magic, constructs, and possible hordes of humanoids still down in the tomb. Besides, the spellcasters were low on magic. Darian, Alya, and Sully had exhausted their available spells for the day. Fiddle and Vlad could barely walk. They rested, healed, tended their arms and armor, and all the other things adventurers do when not getting into trouble. Fiddle babbled on and on about what he was going to do next.
"You don't suppose," Alya interrupted, "you could give us time to think? I'm half convinced Darian's fears about liches are not unfounded. Of course, other undead come to mind. Carl mentioned the death of their cleric to a wraith. That would mean one tomb here has at least two wraiths now. Or what about a mummy or ghost or spectre?"
"I'll see what I can do," Darian promised. "Lathander is with me."
"I sure hope so," Sully added. "We are here on a matter of faith."
After recovering the party again left their campsite and horses and plunged down into Amarak's tomb. The large rope was gone. And the tracks of several humanoids, possibly orcs by Fiddle's reckoning, led away from the spot. Fiddle broke out the climbing kit. Darian made sure it was secure.
"You scout ahead Fiddle," Alya advised. "I'll make it so you vanish for 6 minutes."
"Six minutes, six minutes, six minutes, Dougie Fresh you're on," A song popped into Fiddle's head as he descended. It helped him keep track of his time. Fiddle followed the tracks. Three orcs. They returned to the old room according to his guess.
"All's clear," Fiddle yelled back to the others from the bottom of the rope.
Sully fluttered down in pixie form. Darian, Alya, and Vlad made it down in succession.
"If you see a lizardlike creature where I formerly stood don't attack," Alya told everyone. "I've gained a few spells and I'm afraid they might surprise you. Let's get the shriekers first. They were guarding something."
"I agree," Sully nodded. "Can you silence the area, Darian?"
"How about an arrow?" Fiddle chirped. "Alya can shoot one of them and we will finish them before the spell wears off."
"Okay," Darian accepted the responsibility.
The party traveled back to the shrieker lair.
The party crawled out of Amarak's tomb. A trail of fresh blood marked their passing. Nary a one of them was fit to handle a lone orc much less the traps, magic, constructs, and possible hordes of humanoids still down in the tomb. Besides, the spellcasters were low on magic. Darian, Alya, and Sully had exhausted their available spells for the day. Fiddle and Vlad could barely walk. They rested, healed, tended their arms and armor, and all the other things adventurers do when not getting into trouble. Fiddle babbled on and on about what he was going to do next.
"You don't suppose," Alya interrupted, "you could give us time to think? I'm half convinced Darian's fears about liches are not unfounded. Of course, other undead come to mind. Carl mentioned the death of their cleric to a wraith. That would mean one tomb here has at least two wraiths now. Or what about a mummy or ghost or spectre?"
"I'll see what I can do," Darian promised. "Lathander is with me."
"I sure hope so," Sully added. "We are here on a matter of faith."
After recovering the party again left their campsite and horses and plunged down into Amarak's tomb. The large rope was gone. And the tracks of several humanoids, possibly orcs by Fiddle's reckoning, led away from the spot. Fiddle broke out the climbing kit. Darian made sure it was secure.
"You scout ahead Fiddle," Alya advised. "I'll make it so you vanish for 6 minutes."
"Six minutes, six minutes, six minutes, Dougie Fresh you're on," A song popped into Fiddle's head as he descended. It helped him keep track of his time. Fiddle followed the tracks. Three orcs. They returned to the old room according to his guess.
"All's clear," Fiddle yelled back to the others from the bottom of the rope.
Sully fluttered down in pixie form. Darian, Alya, and Vlad made it down in succession.
"If you see a lizardlike creature where I formerly stood don't attack," Alya told everyone. "I've gained a few spells and I'm afraid they might surprise you. Let's get the shriekers first. They were guarding something."
"I agree," Sully nodded. "Can you silence the area, Darian?"
"How about an arrow?" Fiddle chirped. "Alya can shoot one of them and we will finish them before the spell wears off."
"Okay," Darian accepted the responsibility.
The party traveled back to the shrieker lair.
diaglo
Adventurer
Silence is golden
Alya fired her arrow. It struck one of the fungi true. But no sound was heard. Fiddle followed the arrow blades a whirling. Three larger fungi shot out tendrils in reaction to the movement. The front two pulsed but did little else. Fiddle, Vlad, Darian, Alya, and Sully soon made quick work of the things. But not before Fiddle was scratched. His strength left him for a moment. Darian called on Lathander to restore the energy.
The party dug around the mounds. A dead orc half covered in fungi was their only treasure. A passage led away from the chamber. Fiddle plowed ahead. More large puffball like fungi. These had red spots on a yellow cap. Sully noted they were poisonous but otherwise harmless. The party continued further. The next chamber was filled with a small pond. A layer of green floated on top. Green slime. The party avoided this too. And then they were back to the constructed tomb.
"Well at least the orcs have only one way in or out," Fiddle surmised. "Are we ready for this?"
"Aye," Vlad smiled.
The party cautiously made their way back to the orc lair. The two block traps were closed again. Fiddle opened them. Darian aimed his lantern into the orc lair.
"I don't see them," Alya remarked.
Fiddle crawled forward to the pit to see if the golem was still there. Two arrows whistled in from the corridor. One struck Alya. Darian spun his lantern to the North. Fiddle ran into the Orc lair. Redd followed him.
"Redd keep an eye on Fiddle. I've got this," Sully crackled. Or more like his hands crackled. A blinding flash was seen down the corridor and a boom followed.
No more arrows. Vlad leapt the pit. Alya covered him with her bow as she healed her wound.
Another crackle was heard. This one traveled in a line down the corridor. Vlad ducked aside. Sully almost made it, but felt some of the effects.
"Zoinks!!!! Spellcaster," Darian shouted. "Scooby-Fiddle where are you?"
Fiddle rounded the Orc lair and did a cursory scan. It was much bigger than he expected but unoccupied. Redd relayed this back to Sully. Sully fired off another ball of lightning. (6d6 for 7hp before save) The Orc laughed. (So did everyone at the table) Darian called on Lathander's might. Alya fired an arrow into the dark. A barrier partially protected the Orc. Before Vlad could react another combatant joined the fray. A two headed Giant with multiple appendages. A maniacal sound escaped the smaller head's lips. It was a goblin riding the Ogre in a harness. Three bolts of magic struck Sully.
"A little help," Vlad called out. He fired an arrow at the goblin.
Fiddle ran back to the fight. Sully returned fire. Three bolts of magic crossed the distance. Darian fired his crossbow at the goblin. Alya concentrated on the Orc. The Orc spellcaster tried another lightning spell. Alya and Darian felt a little of the effects. The Ogre struck Vlad. Vlad returned the favor. The goblin fired a crossbow. The quarrel just bounced off Lathander's protective magic covering Darian.
Fiddle rounded the corner and leapt over the pit. Sully launched another burst of lightning. The Ogre, Orc and goblin all collapsed.
"Do you think you could get that a little closer next time," Vlad yelled back. His hair stood on end.
Alya fired her arrow. It struck one of the fungi true. But no sound was heard. Fiddle followed the arrow blades a whirling. Three larger fungi shot out tendrils in reaction to the movement. The front two pulsed but did little else. Fiddle, Vlad, Darian, Alya, and Sully soon made quick work of the things. But not before Fiddle was scratched. His strength left him for a moment. Darian called on Lathander to restore the energy.
The party dug around the mounds. A dead orc half covered in fungi was their only treasure. A passage led away from the chamber. Fiddle plowed ahead. More large puffball like fungi. These had red spots on a yellow cap. Sully noted they were poisonous but otherwise harmless. The party continued further. The next chamber was filled with a small pond. A layer of green floated on top. Green slime. The party avoided this too. And then they were back to the constructed tomb.
"Well at least the orcs have only one way in or out," Fiddle surmised. "Are we ready for this?"
"Aye," Vlad smiled.
The party cautiously made their way back to the orc lair. The two block traps were closed again. Fiddle opened them. Darian aimed his lantern into the orc lair.
"I don't see them," Alya remarked.
Fiddle crawled forward to the pit to see if the golem was still there. Two arrows whistled in from the corridor. One struck Alya. Darian spun his lantern to the North. Fiddle ran into the Orc lair. Redd followed him.
"Redd keep an eye on Fiddle. I've got this," Sully crackled. Or more like his hands crackled. A blinding flash was seen down the corridor and a boom followed.
No more arrows. Vlad leapt the pit. Alya covered him with her bow as she healed her wound.
Another crackle was heard. This one traveled in a line down the corridor. Vlad ducked aside. Sully almost made it, but felt some of the effects.
"Zoinks!!!! Spellcaster," Darian shouted. "Scooby-Fiddle where are you?"
Fiddle rounded the Orc lair and did a cursory scan. It was much bigger than he expected but unoccupied. Redd relayed this back to Sully. Sully fired off another ball of lightning. (6d6 for 7hp before save) The Orc laughed. (So did everyone at the table) Darian called on Lathander's might. Alya fired an arrow into the dark. A barrier partially protected the Orc. Before Vlad could react another combatant joined the fray. A two headed Giant with multiple appendages. A maniacal sound escaped the smaller head's lips. It was a goblin riding the Ogre in a harness. Three bolts of magic struck Sully.
"A little help," Vlad called out. He fired an arrow at the goblin.
Fiddle ran back to the fight. Sully returned fire. Three bolts of magic crossed the distance. Darian fired his crossbow at the goblin. Alya concentrated on the Orc. The Orc spellcaster tried another lightning spell. Alya and Darian felt a little of the effects. The Ogre struck Vlad. Vlad returned the favor. The goblin fired a crossbow. The quarrel just bounced off Lathander's protective magic covering Darian.
Fiddle rounded the corner and leapt over the pit. Sully launched another burst of lightning. The Ogre, Orc and goblin all collapsed.
"Do you think you could get that a little closer next time," Vlad yelled back. His hair stood on end.
diaglo
Adventurer
oo, oo, it's magic
Fiddle started to search the bodies. Vlad kept an eye on him. The first thing Fiddle grabbed was a backpack off of the goblin. He reached inside. His whole arm went in. He felt something and pulled. A mirror. A 2' X 3' mirror. and then another one. and then....
"It's magic," Alya said over his shoulder.
"No duh," Fiddle replied. He continued to empty out the contents. What a haul. The party also recovered a spellbook, though not the one they were looking for; a magical box; a magic dagger; a potion of invisibility; and 2 scrolls, exped retreat and dispel magic.
Fiddle hurled the dagger into the Ogre. "To me," he called. "Nope, not the kind I was hoping for, but useful nonetheless."
As Alya was examining the scrolls, Fiddle opened the box. Nothing inside. The hin poked his dagger at the interior. It swallowed his hand and began to draw him inside.
"Crap," Alya shouted. "There goes this scroll."
"Well maybe not," Darian started to joke.
But Alya completed the reading. The box spit Fiddle back out.
"Again," Fiddle screamed with glee. "Let me do it again. I saw a whole new world. It was all dark and there was a light at the end of the tunnel."
Vlad slapped the hin on the back of the head. Fiddle fed the box the dead goblin. After its meal the magic faded from the box. The party searched a couple nearby rooms. The Ogre's and Troll's dens.
"Now what?" Alya asked. She was as puzzled as the rest.
Fiddle found a secret door. "Viola!"
Fiddle started to search the bodies. Vlad kept an eye on him. The first thing Fiddle grabbed was a backpack off of the goblin. He reached inside. His whole arm went in. He felt something and pulled. A mirror. A 2' X 3' mirror. and then another one. and then....
"It's magic," Alya said over his shoulder.
"No duh," Fiddle replied. He continued to empty out the contents. What a haul. The party also recovered a spellbook, though not the one they were looking for; a magical box; a magic dagger; a potion of invisibility; and 2 scrolls, exped retreat and dispel magic.
Fiddle hurled the dagger into the Ogre. "To me," he called. "Nope, not the kind I was hoping for, but useful nonetheless."
As Alya was examining the scrolls, Fiddle opened the box. Nothing inside. The hin poked his dagger at the interior. It swallowed his hand and began to draw him inside.
"Crap," Alya shouted. "There goes this scroll."
"Well maybe not," Darian started to joke.
But Alya completed the reading. The box spit Fiddle back out.
"Again," Fiddle screamed with glee. "Let me do it again. I saw a whole new world. It was all dark and there was a light at the end of the tunnel."
Vlad slapped the hin on the back of the head. Fiddle fed the box the dead goblin. After its meal the magic faded from the box. The party searched a couple nearby rooms. The Ogre's and Troll's dens.
"Now what?" Alya asked. She was as puzzled as the rest.
Fiddle found a secret door. "Viola!"
diaglo
Adventurer
That's what they all say
"We go this way," Sully smiled. "That is until we can't go anymore and then we run back to Sybil's hut."
Fiddle checked the door and then opened it. A large chamber with a behemoth of a statue faced the party. They did a scan before entering. Air themes on the walls and ceiling. Two doors on the far wall. Fiddle entered. The statue charged. It launched Fiddle high into the air. The others ran back to the pit. Fiddle hurried to catch up. The statue tossed him again. Fiddle was down and out. He bled internally. Alya approached to recover his body...
(I was unconscious, but some other stuff happened.)
Fiddle awoke on Alya's shoulder. He scrambled down drawing his new magical dagger, Hole Punch, and Lightning Strike. Darian bled from a grievous wound. An orc lay at his feet. Vlad too was in bad shape. Another orc nearby. And a very mean looking but skilled near naked warrior with Great Axe howled. Fiddle tumbled into the battle. The statue stood just out of range. It hadn't crossed the threshold to engage the party in the corridor. Two side passages were ajar. Hole Punch found a spot. Vlad countered with his shocking axe.
"You fight bravely," the Orc commended. "But you shall die by Gristlegape's axe."
A few seconds later Gristlegape lay at Fiddle's feet. "That's what they all say."
Alya and Darian healed the party. They found some more items of magic and value in the nearby chambers and on the corpses. Gristlegape's bodyguards were female.
"Lets ask Sybil about these items and the golems," Alya suggested. "So far we have only one choice left to us. The golem."
Fiddle had just started to wander in another direction when the others left him. He tried inserting a false gem into Pazuzu's mouth. He threw his hands up and ran back to the others.
"We go this way," Sully smiled. "That is until we can't go anymore and then we run back to Sybil's hut."
Fiddle checked the door and then opened it. A large chamber with a behemoth of a statue faced the party. They did a scan before entering. Air themes on the walls and ceiling. Two doors on the far wall. Fiddle entered. The statue charged. It launched Fiddle high into the air. The others ran back to the pit. Fiddle hurried to catch up. The statue tossed him again. Fiddle was down and out. He bled internally. Alya approached to recover his body...
(I was unconscious, but some other stuff happened.)
Fiddle awoke on Alya's shoulder. He scrambled down drawing his new magical dagger, Hole Punch, and Lightning Strike. Darian bled from a grievous wound. An orc lay at his feet. Vlad too was in bad shape. Another orc nearby. And a very mean looking but skilled near naked warrior with Great Axe howled. Fiddle tumbled into the battle. The statue stood just out of range. It hadn't crossed the threshold to engage the party in the corridor. Two side passages were ajar. Hole Punch found a spot. Vlad countered with his shocking axe.
"You fight bravely," the Orc commended. "But you shall die by Gristlegape's axe."
A few seconds later Gristlegape lay at Fiddle's feet. "That's what they all say."
Alya and Darian healed the party. They found some more items of magic and value in the nearby chambers and on the corpses. Gristlegape's bodyguards were female.
"Lets ask Sybil about these items and the golems," Alya suggested. "So far we have only one choice left to us. The golem."
Fiddle had just started to wander in another direction when the others left him. He tried inserting a false gem into Pazuzu's mouth. He threw his hands up and ran back to the others.
diaglo
Adventurer
I attack/search the Darkness
"I think I know another way," Fiddle whispered to Sully when he caught back up. "But it can wait. I mean no one else has found it in 1000 years."
Sybil was ambivalent about the party's return. She was happy to have company. But tired of the interruptions. She was also unable to provide any new information. The party knew as much as she about the tomb. Although, she was able to decipher the spellbook. A crude Orc shaman's book. Nothing inside she couldn't do already. PJulak the Ripe.
The party rested and recovered their spells back at their campsite.
"Once more into the breach," Fiddle called out as he descended. "And this time I'm not coming back until I find what I'm looking for." No new tracks. The humanoids would trouble them no more presumably.
Fiddle led everyone in a new direction. Into the Orc Lair. He was the only one to have gone completely inside...well besides Redd. A quick search turned up a hidden panel. And a new tunnel.
"The golem can wait," Fiddle bluffed. He had no intention of tangling with that thing again. He moved ahead. after winding around a little they reached a dead end.
"Lets search this whole thing," Sully suggested. "We've got nothing to lose."
After a couple hours they were rewarded. Another secret door. A humble crypt of a wizard. Inside was a sarcophagus. Alya, Darian, and Vlad opened the lid. Inside it contained an ancient body. A mage hand or two emptied the contents. Some valuables and some magic, but not enough for the party's trouble and still no spellbook.
"This ain't it," Fiddle said. Everyone agreed. He found another secret door. "Bingo."
This tunnel led to another interesting room. The western wall of the chamber was a swirling vortex. Darian tossed his socks tied to a rope. They accelerated into oblivion before the rope snapped.
Two angry vortices advanced on the party.
"I think I know another way," Fiddle whispered to Sully when he caught back up. "But it can wait. I mean no one else has found it in 1000 years."
Sybil was ambivalent about the party's return. She was happy to have company. But tired of the interruptions. She was also unable to provide any new information. The party knew as much as she about the tomb. Although, she was able to decipher the spellbook. A crude Orc shaman's book. Nothing inside she couldn't do already. PJulak the Ripe.
The party rested and recovered their spells back at their campsite.
"Once more into the breach," Fiddle called out as he descended. "And this time I'm not coming back until I find what I'm looking for." No new tracks. The humanoids would trouble them no more presumably.
Fiddle led everyone in a new direction. Into the Orc Lair. He was the only one to have gone completely inside...well besides Redd.
A quick search turned up a hidden panel. And a new tunnel."The golem can wait," Fiddle bluffed. He had no intention of tangling with that thing again. He moved ahead. after winding around a little they reached a dead end.
"Lets search this whole thing," Sully suggested. "We've got nothing to lose."
After a couple hours they were rewarded. Another secret door. A humble crypt of a wizard. Inside was a sarcophagus. Alya, Darian, and Vlad opened the lid. Inside it contained an ancient body. A mage hand or two emptied the contents. Some valuables and some magic, but not enough for the party's trouble and still no spellbook.
"This ain't it," Fiddle said. Everyone agreed. He found another secret door. "Bingo."
This tunnel led to another interesting room. The western wall of the chamber was a swirling vortex. Darian tossed his socks tied to a rope. They accelerated into oblivion before the rope snapped.
Two angry vortices advanced on the party.
Olgar Shiverstone
Legend
I was wondering when we'd get the update. Hardly catches the "secret door paranoia" from around the table, though.
