Banewarrens d20 (Angelsboi's party)
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the Jester
Legend
Hurray!!! 
Olgar Shiverstone
Legend
LordVyreth said:
Evil DM laugh ...
This weekend's game may hold clues to those mysteries!
howandwhy99
Adventurer
And believe me you don't want to hear this laugh IRL. The memories still send shivers down my spine.Olgar Shiverstone said:
diaglo
Adventurer
Taking stock of the situation
Fiddle silently went thru an inventory in his mind:
1) Rope…we will need lots of rope. Luckily Calrom has 200’ of silk rope in his bag. And there is a smattering of other gear among the others gear.
2) Light sources…Darian of course…and my trusty coin and a few odd candles…our light will attract attention. Best to keep it low or rely on Alya to scout.
3) Provisions…we have 1 week’s worth and Darian. Maybe Calrom, Arendel, and I can find something edible that Sully can make palatable.
4) Hire a guide...gotta find a friend.
He also refocused on what was important. Why are we here? Randal Morn has paid us to scout out the drow threat. And Sully needs to get his potion exposed to the Underdark magic within a small amount of time. So far the five dead drow bodies seem to confirm the dark elves presence. It doesn’t, however, mean they are a threat.
Alya had vanished from sight and sound. He scouted ahead and came back again. Fiddle checked the next doorway. Drow tracks. Coming from or going into the room, Fiddle couldn’t determine. The seal around the crypt door was broken. Fiddle searched for hidden traps. Things the dark elves may have left behind. None. He signalled for the others.
Fiddle silently went thru an inventory in his mind:
1) Rope…we will need lots of rope. Luckily Calrom has 200’ of silk rope in his bag. And there is a smattering of other gear among the others gear.
2) Light sources…Darian of course…and my trusty coin and a few odd candles…our light will attract attention. Best to keep it low or rely on Alya to scout.
3) Provisions…we have 1 week’s worth and Darian. Maybe Calrom, Arendel, and I can find something edible that Sully can make palatable.
4) Hire a guide...gotta find a friend.
He also refocused on what was important. Why are we here? Randal Morn has paid us to scout out the drow threat. And Sully needs to get his potion exposed to the Underdark magic within a small amount of time. So far the five dead drow bodies seem to confirm the dark elves presence. It doesn’t, however, mean they are a threat.
Alya had vanished from sight and sound. He scouted ahead and came back again. Fiddle checked the next doorway. Drow tracks. Coming from or going into the room, Fiddle couldn’t determine. The seal around the crypt door was broken. Fiddle searched for hidden traps. Things the dark elves may have left behind. None. He signalled for the others.
the Jester
Legend
Hurray!!!!
Can't wait to see how it went!
Can't wait to see how it went!
diaglo
Adventurer
Calrom approached. The others followed.
"No traps," Fiddle announced. "But I can't tell if the drow came from or went to this room. I think it warrants further investigation. The seal on the door is broken. And the way is unlocked."
Alya shrugged. "If none of you are willing or able I'll go."
"That's what we were hoping," Calrom hinted. "It isn't that we are unwilling, we just can't be as sneaky without showing off our light."
Fiddle stepped away from the doorway. Alya disappeared. The door moved.
A bright flash of light and...
RRROOAAAaaaaarrrrrr
"Eeeek," Alya squealed. "Two blue glowing Dire Lions. It's a trap."
One had pawed near the bard's voice. No sign if it did anything.
Sully reacted quickly. He mumbled and waved his hands in the air.
Allontani
Poooffff.
The threat was gone and Alya was visible.
"Oops," Sully flinched. "Sorry about that. Luckily it worked on the Lions too."
"No traps," Fiddle announced. "But I can't tell if the drow came from or went to this room. I think it warrants further investigation. The seal on the door is broken. And the way is unlocked."
Alya shrugged. "If none of you are willing or able I'll go."
"That's what we were hoping," Calrom hinted. "It isn't that we are unwilling, we just can't be as sneaky without showing off our light."
Fiddle stepped away from the doorway. Alya disappeared. The door moved.
A bright flash of light and...
RRROOAAAaaaaarrrrrr
"Eeeek," Alya squealed. "Two blue glowing Dire Lions. It's a trap."
One had pawed near the bard's voice. No sign if it did anything.
Sully reacted quickly. He mumbled and waved his hands in the air.
Allontani
Poooffff.
The threat was gone and Alya was visible.
"Oops," Sully flinched. "Sorry about that. Luckily it worked on the Lions too."
diaglo
Adventurer
Tomb it may concern
“Fiddle there is some magic in the coffin over there,” Alya pointed out. “I don’t sense anything else in here.”
Fiddle scrambled cautiously into the room. He poked the ground ahead of him with his sword. He also scanned the walls, ceiling, and other coffins for any signs of danger. All was quiet. Well almost. The other party members were out in the hall having a loud conversation.
The seal on the coffin was still intact. No traps or signs of secret entry.
“I’m not touching it,” Fiddle said aloud. “I’m not a grave robber. I’m an artiste.”
“It seems like such a waste,” Alya tried and failed to get someone besides himself to open the coffin. “There could be some items of use in there. They could be used to further the greater good in the world. They could…”
“I don’t think anyone is listening,” Darian smirked. “Lathander’s teachings say it is best to let the dead rest in peace.”
Fiddle left the room and started to scout ahead. A found another door. This one still had the seal intact. He did a cursory look, but bypassed it. A set of stairs descended into the dark. The walls were more coarse. The worked stone ended at the bottom. Fiddle searched for signs of the dark elves. Both their tracks and their nasty traps. Twenty or so sets of booted feet had passed this way. At the bottom of the stairs were piles of bones. They were covered in a layer of growth. Fiddle wanted a closer look at the bones. He poked them with his sword.
“ACCCccchhhHhhoooo,” Fiddle sneezed. A cloud of yellowish dust hovered in the air.
“Fiddle there is some magic in the coffin over there,” Alya pointed out. “I don’t sense anything else in here.”
Fiddle scrambled cautiously into the room. He poked the ground ahead of him with his sword. He also scanned the walls, ceiling, and other coffins for any signs of danger. All was quiet. Well almost. The other party members were out in the hall having a loud conversation.
The seal on the coffin was still intact. No traps or signs of secret entry.
“I’m not touching it,” Fiddle said aloud. “I’m not a grave robber. I’m an artiste.”
“It seems like such a waste,” Alya tried and failed to get someone besides himself to open the coffin. “There could be some items of use in there. They could be used to further the greater good in the world. They could…”
“I don’t think anyone is listening,” Darian smirked. “Lathander’s teachings say it is best to let the dead rest in peace.”
Fiddle left the room and started to scout ahead. A found another door. This one still had the seal intact. He did a cursory look, but bypassed it. A set of stairs descended into the dark. The walls were more coarse. The worked stone ended at the bottom. Fiddle searched for signs of the dark elves. Both their tracks and their nasty traps. Twenty or so sets of booted feet had passed this way. At the bottom of the stairs were piles of bones. They were covered in a layer of growth. Fiddle wanted a closer look at the bones. He poked them with his sword.
“ACCCccchhhHhhoooo,” Fiddle sneezed. A cloud of yellowish dust hovered in the air.
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diaglo
Adventurer
Umber Hulking Statuary
A dark opening was off to the right. The walls held more piles of bones. A catacomb.
“Best not disturb the bones too much,” Calrom added. “In case there is more yellow mold.”
Fiddle blushed.
Alya vanished and the area around went deadly quiet. Sound returned again. Fiddle guessed Alya must of gone to scout ahead. A minute passed. Fiddle pulled out one of his magical candles. He tossed it as far as he could into the dark passage. It lit up a small chamber and maybe another passage just beyond the light.
The area went quiet again. Alya must have returned. He dismissed his magic.
“There is a figure in the next chamber,” Alya reported. “A gaunt alien creature with an elongated oval head, bulbous eyes, and insect mandibles.”
“That sounds like the likeness of Jergal,” Darian surmised. “The guardian of tombs. It is probably a construct.”
Fiddle pulled Hole Punch out of his bandoleer. He approached Jergal. When he was in close enough range to see the figure he launched his dagger. Clang. A solid toss. But it did little other than bounce off. Fiddle had Lightning Strike ready as he recovered his dagger and candle. Nothing. He put away the weapons and examined the statue.
Marble. Probably worth a pretty copper too. It was too heavy to move. Too large to break. And defied all attempts to open. It was solid. Fiddle climbed on top of the head.
“I’m the King of the Castle,” Fiddle yelled back to the party. “And you are the dirty rascals.”
The rest of the group came into the chamber. There was indeed another passage beyond the statue.
"Come down from there, Fiddle," Darian shouted at the hin.
Fiddle slipped and fell on his rump.
A dark opening was off to the right. The walls held more piles of bones. A catacomb.
“Best not disturb the bones too much,” Calrom added. “In case there is more yellow mold.”
Fiddle blushed.
Alya vanished and the area around went deadly quiet. Sound returned again. Fiddle guessed Alya must of gone to scout ahead. A minute passed. Fiddle pulled out one of his magical candles. He tossed it as far as he could into the dark passage. It lit up a small chamber and maybe another passage just beyond the light.
The area went quiet again. Alya must have returned. He dismissed his magic.
“There is a figure in the next chamber,” Alya reported. “A gaunt alien creature with an elongated oval head, bulbous eyes, and insect mandibles.”
“That sounds like the likeness of Jergal,” Darian surmised. “The guardian of tombs. It is probably a construct.”
Fiddle pulled Hole Punch out of his bandoleer. He approached Jergal. When he was in close enough range to see the figure he launched his dagger. Clang. A solid toss. But it did little other than bounce off. Fiddle had Lightning Strike ready as he recovered his dagger and candle. Nothing. He put away the weapons and examined the statue.
Marble. Probably worth a pretty copper too. It was too heavy to move. Too large to break. And defied all attempts to open. It was solid. Fiddle climbed on top of the head.
“I’m the King of the Castle,” Fiddle yelled back to the party. “And you are the dirty rascals.”
The rest of the group came into the chamber. There was indeed another passage beyond the statue.
"Come down from there, Fiddle," Darian shouted at the hin.
Fiddle slipped and fell on his rump.
diaglo
Adventurer
Hidden paths in the mind
“Fiddle and I should scout ahead,” Calrom directed. “We will follow the tracks and see if there are more signs of the devil elves.”
“All elves are devils to you,” Arendel laughed.
Calrom just smiled. He wasn’t laughing.
“I’ll go with you,” Alya added.
Fiddle told Marmaduke to stay near the statue and guard. He left a candle in the chamber for light. Sully, Darian, Arendel, and the animals waited.
The scouts hadn’t gone very far when Calrom stopped. He pointed at the lefthand wall. “This doesn’t look right.”
Fiddle put his hand thru the wall. “You’re right. It is an illusion.”
Alya did likewise. Calrom still couldn’t get passed the image. He tried several times but must’ve had the wall imprinted in his mind. He called for the others.
Sully, Arendel, Darian, Redd, and the Bear rounded the corner.
“I’m guessing this is a guard outpost,” Fiddle surmised. “If there are any drow still here it would be a bad thing to leave them behind us.” Fiddle strolled thru the wall.
“Fiddle and I should scout ahead,” Calrom directed. “We will follow the tracks and see if there are more signs of the devil elves.”
“All elves are devils to you,” Arendel laughed.
Calrom just smiled. He wasn’t laughing.
“I’ll go with you,” Alya added.
Fiddle told Marmaduke to stay near the statue and guard. He left a candle in the chamber for light. Sully, Darian, Arendel, and the animals waited.
The scouts hadn’t gone very far when Calrom stopped. He pointed at the lefthand wall. “This doesn’t look right.”
Fiddle put his hand thru the wall. “You’re right. It is an illusion.”
Alya did likewise. Calrom still couldn’t get passed the image. He tried several times but must’ve had the wall imprinted in his mind. He called for the others.
Sully, Arendel, Darian, Redd, and the Bear rounded the corner.
“I’m guessing this is a guard outpost,” Fiddle surmised. “If there are any drow still here it would be a bad thing to leave them behind us.” Fiddle strolled thru the wall.
