diaglo
Adventurer
Knock, knock
The party covered nearly the entire city. They went from collapsed front gates thru the mushroom fields, down the ruined alleyways of the city proper, up onto the nobles' terrace, down to the lake, back into another mushroom field, and to the very back entrance to White Castle. The fires were low around the Coliseum and barely burning at the front of White Castle. Kargoth and his army would not last much longer.
No sign of the drow resistance the party had allied with before. Fiddle told everyone the password again. They all doubted it would still work. Even Fiddle knew it, but it was the only bit of information he had to offer.
The party approached the back door. The way they had entered the last time inside White Castle. It appeared to Fiddle from the tracks that patrols still used this door.
Alya stepped forward....
A blinding flash of light and a stumble followed by a manical cackle from Alya. Some trap had claimed him. A symbol blurred on the door.
"You have chosen poorly," a male drow said from behind the door.
"Only the penitent man shall pass," Fiddle whispered.
Arrows fired out from the guards and battle was joined.
Fiddle ran forward and disarmed the trap. He saw a whole room full of guards and one strange figure, an obvious caster.
"For Tyr," Marcus yelled and bounced off the door.
Ozzy disintegrated the door and part of the wall. The caster unleashed on the party with a ball of fire. The guards followed with a volley of arrows. Vlad returned fire. Fextor tackled Alya. Chloe hung back with Pony, the doorway was too crowded.
Fiddle tried to enter the room using the password. He was thrown back. He recovered and stood defensively. The drow laughed. Marcus backed Fiddle up by blocking the other side of the doorway.
"Let me dispel the magic," Sully said. The magic fizzled. "Blast. It didn't work. I'll try again."
The caster hasted his men. And more arrows sailed into the party. Vlad returned fire. Fextor manacled Alya and beat him unconscious. Chloe healed Fiddle.
Fiddle again stood vigilant. Once Ozzy dispelled the magic he would cut the drow to very small pieces. Marcus likewise waited. Ozzy tried again and failed.
Several bolts of magic struck Fiddle. "Oh, he is going to pay for that," Fiddle thought. "Where is that brooch when you need it. Ozzy. Ozzy is wearing it."
One drow ran from the room. Another volley of misses. Vlad fired again. Fextor tied Alya over Pony's back. Chloe healed Fiddle.
"We need to do something," Marcus said. "Our chances of surprise are ruined. And it may not be wise to enter now."
Sully cast a wall of acidic fog into the room. The drow screamed but were obscured from view.
After a few moments pause, the party retreated back into the city to discuss strategy.
The party covered nearly the entire city. They went from collapsed front gates thru the mushroom fields, down the ruined alleyways of the city proper, up onto the nobles' terrace, down to the lake, back into another mushroom field, and to the very back entrance to White Castle. The fires were low around the Coliseum and barely burning at the front of White Castle. Kargoth and his army would not last much longer.
No sign of the drow resistance the party had allied with before. Fiddle told everyone the password again. They all doubted it would still work. Even Fiddle knew it, but it was the only bit of information he had to offer.
The party approached the back door. The way they had entered the last time inside White Castle. It appeared to Fiddle from the tracks that patrols still used this door.
Alya stepped forward....
A blinding flash of light and a stumble followed by a manical cackle from Alya. Some trap had claimed him. A symbol blurred on the door.
"You have chosen poorly," a male drow said from behind the door.
"Only the penitent man shall pass," Fiddle whispered.
Arrows fired out from the guards and battle was joined.
Fiddle ran forward and disarmed the trap. He saw a whole room full of guards and one strange figure, an obvious caster.
"For Tyr," Marcus yelled and bounced off the door.
Ozzy disintegrated the door and part of the wall. The caster unleashed on the party with a ball of fire. The guards followed with a volley of arrows. Vlad returned fire. Fextor tackled Alya. Chloe hung back with Pony, the doorway was too crowded.
Fiddle tried to enter the room using the password. He was thrown back. He recovered and stood defensively. The drow laughed. Marcus backed Fiddle up by blocking the other side of the doorway.
"Let me dispel the magic," Sully said. The magic fizzled. "Blast. It didn't work. I'll try again."
The caster hasted his men. And more arrows sailed into the party. Vlad returned fire. Fextor manacled Alya and beat him unconscious. Chloe healed Fiddle.
Fiddle again stood vigilant. Once Ozzy dispelled the magic he would cut the drow to very small pieces. Marcus likewise waited. Ozzy tried again and failed.
Several bolts of magic struck Fiddle. "Oh, he is going to pay for that," Fiddle thought. "Where is that brooch when you need it. Ozzy. Ozzy is wearing it."
One drow ran from the room. Another volley of misses. Vlad fired again. Fextor tied Alya over Pony's back. Chloe healed Fiddle.
"We need to do something," Marcus said. "Our chances of surprise are ruined. And it may not be wise to enter now."
Sully cast a wall of acidic fog into the room. The drow screamed but were obscured from view.
After a few moments pause, the party retreated back into the city to discuss strategy.