Banewarrens d20 (Angelsboi's party)

[diaglo]

into the prison... something's up

What greeted the party was a strange sight. Two mind flayers locked in a mortal battle. Neither survived. One was covered in tattoos. Beyond another door. Fiddle scanned for trouble in this and the other planes. Nothing. He crossed the floor and stabbed the combatants just to be sure. Fextor chopped their heads off. The others followed.

Fiddle examined the door for traps.

THUMP...

Frozen in time and space until next session

 

[Olgar Shiverstone]

I should create a poll to allow our faithful reader(s?) to pick what falls on Fiddle's head.

I'm voting for Darian's Mace of Disruption, personally.

 

[diaglo]

I should create a poll to allow our faithful reader(s?) to pick what falls on Fiddle's head.

I'm voting for Darian's Mace of Disruption, personally.

sweet, but since you wouldn't let me take monkeyboy. it is outside my character concept now.


i was hoping for the head of vecna.

 

[diaglo]

What's behind door #1

Calculated thoughts rushed thru Fiddle’s mind. What would the squid men keep in a prison? How would they do it? Magic, traps, ways to surpress the prisoners, poisons, curses, drugs, diseases, parasites, monsters. So far Fiddle had not been far off the mark.

The golems used as guards at the front gate made perfect sense. Fashioned, he was sure, from the remains of former prisoners. The alarm was the curious oddity. It seemed to come from within, but not because of anything the party had done. It was something more. Now the two bodies helped. One body in rags, a prisoner, the other its guard. Forever, locked in a final embrace. A prison riot or breakout. So what other things would the alarm cause. Sealed doors, locks, traps? Fiddle approached the door even more cautiously than normal. He scanned it for the trap.

Thump, thump, thump

It came from on high. A heavy foot glanced him in his side. He rolled to the left and stabbed at the thing. One, two, three, four, five, six... The flesh mass collapsed. Another golem guard. Two others fell amongst the party. Fextor, Vlad, and Alya went to work on them. Sully highlighted the guards faces with his magic. It blinded them. Valgrim and Valorean assisted the others to bring the guards down. Alya was injured. And so was Valorean. Fextor’s axe laid the last guard out.

Fiddle and Alya healed themselves and the others. Valgrim insisted the way was still far ahead behind the door. It was locked. So Vlad checked and then picked it.

 

[diaglo]

Creepy crawly

While Fiddle watched Vlad's handiwork, he forgot to warn the others about possible boobytraps left on the dead and the guards.

"OOooo," Valgrim squealed. "Get it off."

The priest of Lathander touched the mind flayer prisoner's body. A tattoo crawled up his arm.

"I've got me axe," Fextor replied. "I could cut it off fer ya."

The priest declined. Fiddle decided to look more carefully for traps next time.

The party filed thru the door. A crosscorridor. Valgrim pointed to a set of stairs going down. Another lead up. Another lead off on level ground. And a set went to a ladder on the East side of the way. The others followed Valgrim and Vlad. Fiddle hung back and looked for tracks. He placed some caltrops below the ladder just in case the trackmaker decided to follow them. He then hurried to catch up.

 

[fett527]

OK, 18 pages. This is gonna take awhile. I'll post when I'm to date!

(Dn't forget to chime in on our thread Diaglo!)

 

[diaglo]

Deadly gaze

"Nooooooo," Vlad sputtered and appeared again from around the corner. "It tried to rip my soul out with its eyes."

Valgrim and Valorean were already engaged in melee with the enemy. Fextor charged around the corner.

"What are you fighting?" Alya hollered. He pulled his bow and peeked. "NNNnnnnnoooo... don't look at them."

"Ghouls," Valgrim responded. "Vicious ghouls." He summoned Lathander's might and lit the hallway with a blinding light.

Fiddle pulled out 2 flasks of holy water. The larger bodies were in his way and he couldn't get around the corner. He signaled to Vlad to take some of the holy water from his bandoleer too.

Sully tried to help with his magic. But he too was not able to see into the fracas. Alya pulled back.

So Fiddle and Vlad moved forward and started lobbing flasks of holy water over the shoulders of Fextor, Valgrim, and Valorean.

Hissss, hisssss, hisss...

"Good shot, Fiddle." Valgrim cried. "The holy water is working. NNNnnooooooo..."

Valgrim collapsed. His face a pale gray. All life had left his body.

Valorean and Fextor doubled their efforts. The ghouls paid too. The battle was over.

The bodies of two more escaped squidmen prisoners littered the room's floor also.

edit: for more info on a side tangent... i haven't yet added to the story... visit: http://www.enworld.org/showthread.php?t=128583

 

[diaglo]

Which way did he go?

"Well, lets recover our plate mail we loaned to Valgrim," Fiddle stated.

"Don't you dare defile him," Valorean warned.

"It is ours..." Fiddle tried to say.

The paladin would not listen. He refused to let Fiddle do anything but place Valgrim inside the party's magical bag. The others humored Valorean too.

Another door lay ahead. And it seemed the only way now. With Valgrim gone, the party could only guess about the whereabouts of Darian's cell. The pathfinding spell died with Valgrim.

Vlad picked the lock. And the party moved inside.

A large chamber with a narrow descending path greeted the party. At the bottom was another door. Several stalactites dangled near the path. They contained doors. Cells, maybe. Hope filled Fiddle. Maybe Darian was here.

"DARIAN," Fiddle yelled. It echoed in the chamber.

No reply. The party moved from cell to cell. Eventually, they reached the last one. It was occupied by a lone human. Vlad picked the lock. And Fextor reached in and pulled out the occupant.

Darian. Nearly nekked. And covered with one of the tattoos. Fiddle healed the priest a little.

Now what?

 

[diaglo]

Pop goes the weasel

Sully spent the next hour studying the room. Fiddle, Harp, Fextor, Alya, Vlad, and Valorean guarded the doors. Darian rested.

When all was set. Valorean volunteered to stay behind for the next trip. The party gathered into a tight group and Sully transported them outside the Rose Altar in Tilverton. No Darian. Fiddle checked the bag. No Valgrim either.

"I knew it," Fiddle exclaimed. "The tattoo keeps them from using magic to escape the prison."

Sully transported everyone back.

"Looks like we will have to hike out of here," Alya stated.

"Well, if you help me find my stuff," Darian hinted, "I could be of more use."

Fiddle handed him a weapon. One of Calrom's old axes. And Valorean handed him his holy symbol. The debate started anew about using the armor on Valgrim for Darian. Valrgrim was placed in the bag.

Darian went nekked. The party set off again back the way they came. Darian continued to whine about his things.

 

[diaglo]

Do you want a little Cheese with that?

"Whine, whine, whine," Fiddle commented. "Well, no need to check. We know this is the Real Darian."

In the end to shut the priest up the party gave in. They went down one of the side treks. Wrong one it seemed for a voice entered their heads.

"So you thought to get away did you?" it said. A squidwomyn most likely.

Sully tried out his newfound magic before the thing could stun them. An obscuring mist of acid filled the chamber. Things started to melt. The thing howled and whispered to Vlad in friendly tones. Vlad struck his former friends with his rapier. Alya scared him into the mist with the gorillas with his Alien mistress. A big hulking thing of metal blocked the way before the others could hurt the squidwomym further.

Fextor and Valorean fought the metal guardian. Fiddle and Harp watched the party's rearend.

Sully fired off a ball of Lightning. Vlad avoided the trouble. But the Squidwomyn did not. And the acid and blows took care of the metal guardian.

"We've got company," Fiddle yelled.

Another prisoner climbed down the ladder and into the midst of the caltrops. A vicious looking but injured squidman.

"Friend or foe," the voice asked Fiddle.

"Neither," Fiddle replied. "Just here recovering a former member of the Stormslayers so he can.."

"Fiddle," ALya interrupted. "TMI"

Fiddle ignored the bard and negoiated an alliance with the prisoner. One in which it would help the party against the hydra and other possible guards for help from the party to escape.

When Fextor found out what Fiddle had done he fumed. He refused to accept the alliance. But he didn't act on his own.