Banewarrens d20 (Angelsboi's party)

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Did you roll randomly for the reincarnation? How'd you decide gender? That's always an interesting spell.

purely random roll.

just like when Alya was killed and brought back earlier in the story/campaign

50/50 on gender. so our elven female became a male kobold
and now our elven male became a female human


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the fun is not over with reincarnate... still updating from the last session

 

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Asberdies lives...

"Toll," the drow said. "You must pay the toll."

"Aye," Fiddle remarked. "I've got your toll right here."

"Fiddle?" Sully jumped.


Fiddle hit the drow with a copper coin. "There," Fiddle snapped. "You've got all my coin."

"Asberdies will have fun with you little one," the drow scoffed. "Don't take the passage on the right if you wish to live."

Sully quickly paid the drow in gems. The way was ahead. They passed two more drow sentries. And then they were into tunnels again. Long winding tunnels.

They had travelled just an hour or so when a commotion was heard ahead. A swarm of gnomes approached. Fiddle quickly doffed the magical cap and returned to hin form. No use having gnomes attack... when gnomes attack just isn't right. Bald gnomes with a gray stoney colouring. Deep gnomes... Smurf nibblin'

La la la la la la...

"Mooooower," the gnomes ran by. "Run, it has eaten 2 clansman already."

Calrom tossed some caltrops on the path as the party braced for the Moooower. or Maybe it was maur.

 

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A booming Voice.

Amico

"Hello, friend," Sully called out to the darkness in Undercommon.

"Huh?" a deep gravely voice responded. "You have wine?"

The misshaped form of a Giant appeared in the light. A massive being. He was hunched over to fit into the tunnel. "Grogggg," he said further. "Want wine. You give Grogggg wine."

This did not look good. However, Fiddle and the others thought it was too late to run. They fidgetted while Sully plied his magic. But Grogggg was not to be dissuaded. He was cunning. And as much as Sully and then Alya tried to convince him to just let the party go he would not listen.

All heck broke loose when Darian fired off a beam of Lathander's light.

And Alya swore an oath to his bow. The bow screamed in ELVEN ... Death to my enemies. Sully quickly followed suit with a ball of Lightning.

Arendella called on the fires of Nature. A pillar of fire engulfed the Giant. And then the Giant reacted. He moved closer and unfurled a little.

He screamed at the party. A shock wave buffeted them. Calrom back away and fired a volley of arrows.

Fiddle rolled forward and struck with Lightning Strike. Darian tried to use his wand. Alya prepared to fire again. The Giant squashed him. Sully cleared his head of the noise. Arendella moved out of the Giant's reach. The Giant batted Fiddle aside. Calrom fired off another volley of arrows. Fiddle collected himself.

Darian readied himself for melee. Sully caused the party to vanish. The Giant unfurled some more. Some of his wounds healed. Calrom fired again. Fiddle ran forward. He positioned himself in between the Giant's feet and stabbed upwards with Lightning Strike. The Giant collapsed.

 

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And another one bites the dust

ALya was dead. The bow went silent as the Giant fell. The gnomes came forward.

"That was brave," one of the gnomes said. "Come we must away to safety."

The party collected themselves and left with the gnomes. When they had time Arendella applied ointments to Alya's form. She called on nature's magic.

Pooofff.

Where once lay a dead kobold ... now a female gnome... wait... something else happened... the form became... a male hin. (we use hero points.. biorph would have been a gnome. which he liked. but when he asked..Olgar Shiverstone told him he couldn't be a deep gnome. so he used his hero point to roll again... he came up halfling. he is hoping to be a ghostwise halfling... but is still waiting for a ruling from Olgar )

 

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Bumping the Story Hour on Joe and Ryan's Birthday.

our next session is still in the works. when schedules are worked out.

 

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arielslover moves to Vegas...

Arendella, in an effort to find her new self, is going to leave her friends that she has grown to feel a kindred spirit for. She requires time away from all civilization to figure out what has occured to her, and to find ways to deal with it. She hopes that the forest, which has always provided for her, will again do the same.

Farewell friends. May your travels be safe. If not, may the loot be fat.


a bump for what was to be another session but is now in limbo as we are down one player and another will be on vacation

 

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Alya's new form a more detailed version

"I am Rugan," the smurfnibblin leader spoke, "a priest of Callarduran Smoothhands. Come we will lead you to safety so that you may rest and recover from your injuries."

Fiddle searched the Giant and collected his trophy before he followed. Rogaine the Bald quickly led the party off the beaten path. The humans had to duck and squirm to fit some of the passages. Arendella carried Alya's corpse. After several hours the party and the gnomes entered a cavern.

A muscular smurf with 2 fancy blades approached and Rogaine waved a secret hand signal.

"Wait here," Rogaine mumbled. "I will let our chief Adel know you are here and how you saved us from the Maur. There are others of your kind here." He departed into another passage.

The other was a familiar face.

"Vlad," Darian yelled. "Vlad Greycloak, how by the Sun are you?"

Fiddle reached into his sack and extracted some coins. "Your share," the hin said by way of greeting. "Forty-six platinum... I've been carrying these around for you for months now it seems."

"Great. I've got coin in my pockets and friends aplenty and not a bar to be had," Vlad beamed back at the group.

The party rested and licked their wounds. Arendella reformed Alya in the morning. Once a kobold ...then a gnome and finally a halfling.. a dirty stone chiseled one.

 

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Much you have yet to learn...

The muscular smurf ran to the far side of the cavern as a decrepit aged creature emerged with the aid of a lizard. He was hunched over and nearly infirmed, but his eyes spoke of much knowledge. The muscular gnome returned with a makeshift fungal chair.

"Much you have done," the gnome croaked at the party. "Approach and introduce yourselves."

"Master Adel, I am Darian Dawnguard...." Darian began.

"The warrior of Light," Adel interrupted. He coughed. "Come you must see. You must."

"Is it wise Master?" the muscular gnome spoke.

Between fits of coughing the chief gnome told the tale. They had fled Blingdenstone thru a portal after a massive drow invasion. Few gnomes escaped. They numbered near 30 now by the party's estimate. They relied heavily on the muscular gnome, Grishelm, to forage for the clan from the unknown lands around them. What else they have learned was very dire. A dracolisk lived nearby. And several of the clan had already been captured by Ogres.

Fiddle approached Adel. "May I see your hand?"

Adel offered his palm. Fiddle licked it.

"Nope, Sully, I don't think it was them." Fiddle chirped. "He doesn't taste right."

"Huh?" Vlad exclaimed. "There is a story here I'm not following. Although with Fiddle anything is possible. I'm glad to see things haven't changed."

"Don't mind Fiddle," Sully quickly gestured for Adel to continue. "He is a little touched in the head."

"From being down here too long and too many blows to the head," Darian added.

 

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There is another...

Adel led the party to another chamber. This one was the chief's quarters. Inside on the far wall was a grotto and shrine. The portal was covered with a Netherese inscription

"I know this one," Fiddle ran forward. "Part the Veil of the Universe for me." He waved his hands dramatically for effect.

Nothing happened.

"Part the Veil..." Fiddle gasped as Darian placed a hand over the hin's mouth.

"The prophecy," Adel spoke.

disguised sword found and lost by some
the spider squashed white banshee come

delivered by priest of Quaan
from black grail dead armies spawn

burn shall dark and die shall light
lest six heroes descend to fight

two blades hath the dragon skinner
heritage lost, the skin changer

blind in depths, warrior of light
faerie touched seeks deepest night

two peoples present but one face
one voice sings for many a race

through dark crypts creep
seeking cavern magic deep

by sword or dark fate
will grail power abate

Adel then handed Darian a scroll.

"My Lord has a dark streak too it seems," Darian remarked after reading it. "It is written in Celestial and reads:

When the banshee the grail has earned
and silence whispers in the endless night
heed all that the world has learned
danger threatens drow seal our plight
the rod of dark fate lies close at hand
war and war shall tear the land
by the rods fierce demand
make all mortals understand

 

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Arendella parts

"We need the ranger as a guide," Fiddle pointed out the obvious.

"Yeah," Sully agreed, "but they won't be able to feed themselves nor I suspect defend the grotto very well if we take him."

"I have a solution," Darian smiled. "I'll need some good quality material and some time, however, to craft it. Something to provide food and water for a community of 72. And with some of your help Sully we can give it flavor."

"I have the magic and a finely made goblet of some value. Time we don't have," Sully grimaced. "What's the reckoning, Fiddle?"

"Eleven days," Fiddle answered. "We have only 11 days left before the blood goes bad and we need to kill another Dragon. I don't know this area well enough to be able to guarantee we will survive the attempt against the Dracolisk. Only the King of the Silver Dragons is available to us."

"I'm going to stay behind," Arendella cut in. "It has been a wonderful journey my friends, but I see I am needed here for now. And I miss the world above."

The party put their proposal to the gnomes. Grishelm and Rugan both deferred to Adel's wisdom. Sully even offered his home in the Hidden Vale. A deal was struck. Thirty sleeps would Grishelm guide the party to the drow caverns to reach the faerzress. In exchange the party would help the ranger find a safer place for the clan and upon return make the item of magic. The party bid Arendella farewell and set off for their fate and the drow city of Maerimydra.