Upgrade your account to a Community Supporter account and remove most of the site ads.
Rocket your D&D 5E and Level Up: Advanced 5E games into space! Alpha Star Magazine Is Launching... Right Now!

Reply to thread

Message: <blockquote data-quote="diaglo" data-source="post: 1195620" data-attributes="member: 2885">The price of fame...A fog obscured most of their vision. They hurried as a group along the path to the way out of the Barrows. The moaning was louder ahead. The mist gainedtwo red eyes. They sped at Calrom. He fired his bow. The others responded too. Arendel became a bear. The wraith reached out and grabbed Calrom's chest. He fought it off. Darian called on Lathander's might. The wraith vanished. But all was not silent. The sound of many things scraping across the gravel, sand, and stones carried to the party's ears."Come we must hurry," Alya pushed the group. "It is the hands."Sully assumed pixie form to move faster. Darian stuffed his shield and mace into his pack as he ran. Everyone ran. The reached the ridge. The hands piled below trying in vain to make it out of the Barrows. They didn't succeed.The party went and collected the horses. They were thinner. So Calrom hobbled them to let them graze. He also scavenged what he could from the surrounding plains. The party took normal watches. Fiddle stayed guard with Alya and Marmaduke."That was a weird experience," Alya commented. "I slept."The morning light hurt Alya's eyes even before it broke the horizon. The mist below cleared. The party went to find Sybil. She was on her island just outside her hut."Hello, Sybil," Alya called."What is that?" Sybil cried back. "A kobold. Kill it. They are nasty little creatures.""It's me, Alya," the kobold waved. "Really it's me."Darian had to step in to save Alya from getting the short end of one of Sybil's sticks. Eventually Sybil sent the boat across to pick up the party. They rowed ashore and were invited inside for tea. After friendly introductions and a brief gossip of the latest adventure, Darian got down to business. He pointed at Fiddle.There was little the party had that interested the elderly elf. Only Sully possessed anything slightly arcane. The Staff of Air. Sybil offered to hold it as collateral until the party could return her some ingredients. The fresh body of a mind flayer...She obviously had paid close attention to their tale...The dust of the vampire...or the head of the kobold bard. Alya was not too happy about the last one. Sybil even chastised the druid a little for his part in creating the new Alya.Sully handed the Staff over to Sybil. She pulled a scroll out and touched Fiddle. One second he was stone, the next flesh. No worse for wear apparently.</blockquote>

Verification