Caliber's Storyhour (DragonStar ... well sort of)
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Uh-oh. The natives are getting restless. I am nearly done with Session 7, so I should have it up tomorrow.
After 7, I expect to rapidly cover 8 and 9 since they were somewhat slow sessions with little action to really cover.
We play Session 10 tonight, so you will (hopefully) be nearly caught up by Session 11 (next Wednesday.)
Finally, I would like to say thanks to Horacio and Leopold. You have no idea how happy it makes me to know people are actually reading this.
Thanks for the attention, and if you have any questions about our game, send 'em along.
After 7, I expect to rapidly cover 8 and 9 since they were somewhat slow sessions with little action to really cover.
We play Session 10 tonight, so you will (hopefully) be nearly caught up by Session 11 (next Wednesday.)
Finally, I would like to say thanks to Horacio and Leopold. You have no idea how happy it makes me to know people are actually reading this.
Thanks for the attention, and if you have any questions about our game, send 'em along.
Leopold
NKL4LYFE
Caliber said:Uh-oh. The natives are getting restless. I am nearly done with Session 7, so I should have it up tomorrow.
After 7, I expect to rapidly cover 8 and 9 since they were somewhat slow sessions with little action to really cover.
We play Session 10 tonight, so you will (hopefully) be nearly caught up by Session 11 (next Wednesday.)
Finally, I would like to say thanks to Horacio and Leopold. You have no idea how happy it makes me to know people are actually reading this.
Thanks for the attention, and if you have any questions about our game, send 'em along.
Well quit your yapping and get to posting!!!! Need more dragonstar!!
Questions:
Stats of the PC's? PC statblock would work.
Bio on their histories?
Why is every halfling named Milo?
Get your players and DM to post here as well, we want to hear their side!
Caliber, tomorrow I go on vacation for four weeks, so maybe this is my last bump for a while. For a month... Loooong time without my story hour fix.
Please, go on writting, when I come back I will love to find lots of updates to read
On July, 20th I will be back reading and bumping your story!
Please, go on writting, when I come back I will love to find lots of updates to read
On July, 20th I will be back reading and bumping your story!Session 7
With the sleeping githyanki finished, the party quickly searched the fallen and prepared to move on. The room appeared to be something of a mess hall as uneaten food was scattered about the room. Closing the doors the party momentarily considered checking where the elevator led. Deciding to follow the shaft to its end, however, they passed the elevator by and went back to reclaim their prisoner. Everything worked perfectly except for one thing. The prisoner was gone.
Nothing was left, not even the rope (much to Zoltan displeasure.) With the prisoner gone and presumably loose somewhere within the base, it was only a matter of time until some kind of alarm was sounded. The party was working with a limited amount of time.
Moving back to the vertical shaft, the party jumped in and started heading down. The shaft fell for a ways with no other openings or activity to be seen. Estimating the distance traveled, Milo figured the party had exited from the outer tower and was actually inside the piece of rock that made up the center of the base.
Slowly the shaft began to brighten and it soon became apparent that the party was approaching another room. Slowly dipping their heads out, the party found themselves within a large room.
A large room filled with armed githyanki fighting. Different groups were spaced about the room, all of them sparring with greatswords. Cautiously the party moved back into the shaft and began discussing what to do. The groups of githyanki were all spread out too much for Syd to affect them with any of his spells or for anyone else to use the few remaining sleep grenades effectively.
The problem of dealing with a room full of armed githyanki warriors was taken from the party, however, when one of the githyanki noticed the party whispering among themselves. Slowly the githyanki among the room began to encircle the shaft. They had nearly managed to when the group realized they had been seen!
For a second the party breathed easy, since all the githyanki were holding greatswords, and after all, everyone was standing within a vertical shaft in the roof of the room. Then all of the githyanki shifted their grip on their swords and began firing bolts of energy from them!
Milo quickly activated the walkway in this room, providing an amount of cover from a few of the githyanki. Gunfire erupted from the party as the githyanki likewise opened fire. Milo tossed out a sleep grenade catching two of the githyanki, while Syd’s Magic Missiles eliminated another one. Zoltan and Orendil downed four more while Alahandra took out another. Several githyanki bolts caught party members, inflicting grievous wounds when they struck. Despite the power of their weapons though, the githyanki couldn’t stand up to the combined assault of the party, and quickly fell.
Exiting fully from the shaft, the party took note of their location. The shaft continued on, lining up with a large hold in the floor. Likely that way led to one of the other towers that stood up from the base’s rock center. Four doors were within the chamber, one at each cardinal point.
A quick argument over what door to go to later, the group prepared to enter into the western door. Opening the doorway and busting into the room, the group found themselves in a large, empty room. In fact, the only thing in the room was a large gilded throne on a dais at the opposite end. Once everyone was done wondering what kind of secret military base possessed a throne, they noticed another door to the right of the one they had entered from.
Moving over, the party did a quick check for traps before jumping in. The room was strangely shaped, divided by an odd curtain. A projection from the far wall seemed to be made of semi-frosted glass. Through it, the party could almost make out roughly man-sized cylinders. Even stranger, vague humanoid forms seemed to be inside some of them!
A table sat in the center of the half of the room the party had entered into. Two large chests were visible in the half of the room obscured by the curtain. Moving forward to examine the chests, Milo barely managed to avoid the curtain as it suddenly came to life and struck out at him! Even worse, an imposing githyanki in armor had been hiding on the other side of the curtain!
Milo and Zoltan opened fire, while Orendil ran forward to help Milo out. The curtain shot out again, but this time Orendil wasn’t fast enough. Orendil disappeared with a slight slurping noise, and suddenly there was another vague humanoid figure in one of the cylinders! The intensity of the fight between Milo, Zoltan, and Alahandra redoubled as Orendil disappeared. Alahandra took cover behind the table.
Syd began chanting the words of Charm Person and forcing his way through the githyanki’s spell resistance, felt the spell layer itself onto his mind.
“Stop shooting! We’re all friends here!” Syd shouted.
Zoltan fired off one more shot before lowering his weapon. Slowly, the githyanki did as well.
Very quickly the party learned several pieces of information. This base was an outpost for the githyanki army, a training facility for its legions of warriors and a research point to create new implements of destruction. The throne in the room was for the occasions when their Queen would visit them. He was the Commander of the base. The creatures trapped in the tubes were invaders that were ceremonially bestowed to the githyanki queen when she visited. There was no known way to open the tubes; the Queen did that herself. And there was no known drow aboard.
Zoltan and Syd quickly concocted a story between the both of them. Everyone had come to the base looking to hunt down a traitorous drow, who they think had snuck into the base to steal their research or possibly even sabotage it. The Commander seemed doubtful, but these were his friends after all…
Slowly, the party coaxed the Commander out of the room, leaving Alahandra behind to watch Orendil, who remained trapped within one of the cylinders.
Looking to his left, Orendil noticed an illithid in the cylinder to his left, and a sea hag to his right. In fact, when he looked closer, he thought he could almost recognize the sea hag … where had he seen her before?
Alahandra began rifling through the chests, looking for something that could possibly let Orendil out.
Zoltan, Syd, Milo, and the githyanki Commander exited the throne room and entered the large circular room, githyanki corpses scattered about.
“How did this happen!” screamed the githyanki Commander.
“Obviously the drow has penetrated deeper than we thought.” Syd quickly replied.
Running over the Commander opened the door opposite the throne room and began calling out orders. The assembling githyanki soldiers tossed strange looks at Syd, Milo, and Zoltan, but when any asked, the Commander simply said they were friends. The soldiers began spreading out, searching the base for the drow who had come to steal or sabotage the research going on.
“So where do you think we should go?” the Commander asked.
“Where do you think we should go?” said Zoltan, hoping his Zoltan logic would trick the Commander into revealing vital information.
“If he is here to steal, there is the treasury,” mused the Commander.
The group’s eyes took on a greedy sheen as each person nearly fell over the other with agreement that the treasury was a good idea.
Moving to the north door, the Commander led the accompanying party members into a large room with several altars dedicated to the githyanki’s Queen. A githyanki knelt before one of the altars as the group entered.
The praying githyanki watched as the Commander led his new friends across the temple to a large steel door, almost like an ancient airlock, and proceeded to open it.
Inside was a beautiful sight. The chamber inside has no source of artificial gravity, and the contents within spun about as the base rotated. The hundreds of gems that made up the chamber floated and fell as the entire room’s gravitational direction changed again and again. The party could barely imagine how much money all of those gems represented.
Milo, unable to resist, palmed one of the gems while the Commander was distracted.
“No drow in here. Where next?” asked the Commander, sealing the treasure room shut.
As the group started to debate on where to go to next, the praying githyanki stood and approached the Commander. The strange githyanki began to talk in an odd language, unknown to any of the party members. This did not bode well for the party, and they quickly attempted to stop it.
“What is he saying Commander?” asked Syd.
“Why doesn’t he use the Common tongue?” queried Milo.
“Who is he?” wondered Zoltan.
“He is wondering who you three are. I am simply explaining that you are my friends.”
The new githyanki stepped back and prepared to cast a spell. Zoltan was quicker, stepping into the githyanki and interrupting his spell. Guns were pulled but before any shots could be fired, the githyanki vanished, presumably using the same trick the earlier one had used.
“What’s going on here!?!” roared the Commander.
The replies tumbled over one another so fast, no one was sure who said what.
“He is obviously working with the drow,” someone said.
“We were just trying to protect you,” responded another.
“There are traitors in your ranks,” said the third.
Finally, after everyone calmed down a little, Syd asked
“Who was he?”
“One of the Gish on base.”
That didn’t explain much to the party, but fearing any further questions, instead decided to continue scanning the base.
“Where does that last door lead?” asked Milo, meaning the southern door back within the center room.
“Crew quarters and the hangar.”
Since Syd had no spells left that could get the party down, the hangar was a definite point of interest among the party.
Passing through the southern door, the Commander waved two guards away and proceeded down a long hallway. Arriving at a somewhat larger door than the others, the Commander knocked upon it.
A githyanki stepped out, the medals on his uniform signifying a higher rank than the githyanki faced so far. The Commander shared several words in githyanki, with several glances thrown at the party. There was no trouble this time, though, as the githyanki finally bowed and hustled off with whatever orders the Commander had given him.
“He is to facilitate searching for this drow,” explained the Commander.
Moving further down the hallway, the party entered into an enormous room where two ships sat docked. One of the mechanics working on the ships stepped over and had a few brief words with the Commander.
“Who are they?” asked the mechanic, gesturing towards the party.
“Friends. Have you seen anyone suspicious today?” replied the Commander.
“No one strange. Except your friends.”
Looking around, the group memorized the location of this hangar, and started heading back to the center chamber.
“So where should we look for this drow now?” asked the Commander. Obviously he was beginning to become tired of the search for the mystery drow.
“What parts of the base haven’t we looked?” asked the group.
“All that is really left is the living quarters of the Warlocks and the Gish.”
“Lets look in on one of the Warlocks. The Gish in that prayer room was a traitor, and one of the Warlocks could be one too.”
“Alright. The closest Warlock is right up this shaft,” explained the Commander, pointing up into the hole the group had entered from.
Grimacing slightly, the party began trudging up the shaft they had entered from, heading back towards the room of the githyanki warlock they had tied up.
Passing the two dead githyanki in the observation room with another explanation that it was obviously the drow’s fault, the party entered into the githyanki bedchamber.
There was the warlock, sitting on his bed. The warlock jumped to his feet, and time seemed to slow. Zoltan brought his gun to bear snapping off a shot. The warlock locked eyes with the Commander. The Commander blinked, and Syd suddenly felt his spell crumble away. The Commander pulled out his greatsword and swung at Milo, striking him in the back. Zoltan’s shot punched into the warlock, wounding him. Syd cast a spell, striking the warlock with sonic vibrations.
The warlock shouted something in the githyanki tongue before fading away as others had done before. Zoltan turned and shot at the Commander, but in the confusion hit Milo square in the back!
The Commander began to cast a spell, and Syd shouted out a warning as he recognized the spell.
A Fireball exploded within the room, everything disappearing as flames covered the room. When the fires faded, the Commander faded away. Syd and Zoltan were too stunned to put up much resistance. Little remained of Milo’s body except for a few charred remnants of his gear. Gathering up what little was left, Syd and Zoltan began racing down the vertical shaft. They had stayed over long within this blasted fortress. Gyguul’s informants had been wrong. The drow wasn’t here.
Heading towards the Commander’s chamber, Syd and Zoltan for the first time began to worry about how they would escape.
During all of this, Alahandra had been attempting to get Orendil out of the cylinder in which he had been trapped. She tried several things, including out right attacking the glass. Little worked, until she attempted to dispel the magic of the glass chamber. Suddenly, the glass glowed a bright red and an opening appeared within.
Rushing inside she began likewise trying to remove Orendil. She had tried little though, before she realized the opening had begun to close up behind her! Darting back out, Alahandra barely managed to avoid being trapped within the small chamber with Orendil. Before she could try again, the Commander and the githyanki who had escaped earlier appeared! Quickly hiding behind the table, Alahandra listened in on the Commander and the warlock.
Suddenly the door to the room opened and Zoltan and Syd strode into the room. Zoltan opened fire on both the warlock and the Commander as Syd unleashed his magic. Even Alahandra emerged from hiding to add a few laser blasts to her side. The Commander and the warlock, both already wounded, quickly fell to the combined assault.
Syd searched the room quickly and found a few scrolls. Listening to Alahandra about what had happened Syd began suppressing the enchantment on the glass. Zoltan explained to Alahandra what had happened in a blunt manner as Syd burned open a hole in the outer glass.
“Milo is dead,” was all Zoltan had to say.
As the large opening appeared in the outer glass, Zoltan turned and fired a shot at the top of the cylinder holding Orendil. With a loud crack the cylinder burst open and Orendil tumbled out.
Orendil scrambled up and managed to escape from the glass chamber before the opening could reseal itself.
Quickly explaining what had happened, the remaining party prepared to rush towards the hangar when Orendil noticed a small crack in the wall of the room. Examining the crack closer, Orendil realized it was a hidden door. Activating it, the party entered into a long hallway. Rushing down the hallway, the party took a right as the hallway angled to the east. Running farther, they stopped suddenly, and backtracked to an alcove they had noticed.
At the end of a small branch of hallway was an enormous mirror. Or at least, it appeared to be a mirror, except that it wasn’t reflecting back any of the party members. Moving forward the party slowly began examining the mirror, wondering at its use.
When Zoltan’s hands ran over the mirror’s surface though, it shimmered and a githyanki face replaced everything.
“Yes? What do you need c- Wait. Who are you and what are you doing on this channel?”
“Uh – Just a false alarm. We’re fine down here,” Zoltan explained, following up with a blaster shot right to the mirror.
If an alarm hadn’t been triggered yet (and all signs pointed to the fact that one had) it surely was going off now. Rushing back down the hallway, the party again turned with the hallway, heading back in the direction they had originally come.
Suddenly the hallway ended, and the party prepared to turn around and rush back. And then they heard the sound of running githyanki behind them. Rapidly searching for any kind of doorway, the party jumped through the secret door Alahandra found, closing it just as the githyanki started to round the corner.
Everyone’s stomach lurched suddenly as all gravity suddenly ceased to exist. The party was once again within the treasure room of the floating githyanki base, a treasure room Orendil and Alahandra had missed out on.
Zipping about the room, Alahandra quickly had filled an empty bag with some of the floating gems. Exiting back into the temple, the party rushed back into the center chamber. As the group opened the temple doors, a number of githyanki were running by, heading into the throne room. Four of them stood back and began to move towards the party.
Opening fire, the four githyanki were cut down and the party began running, heading straight for the hangar.
Bursting through the doorway, the guards momentarily looked as the party rushed past, then let them run by having seen them with the Commander earlier.
Running into the hangar, the group quickly attracted the attention of one of the mechanics.
“What do you need now?” asked one of the mechanics.
“Your fastest ship. A traitor is escaping and we need to catch him.”
The mechanic simply pointed to one of the ships in dock and quickly the party boarded. Orendil moved up to the pilot’s cabin and sat down. And then realized he had no idea how to fly a githyanki ship.
Sticking his head out of the door, Zoltan said
“This stupid elf said he could fly the ship but he can’t. Any of you guys know how to fly?”
The githyanki looked among themselves before one shrugged and stepped forward.
“Sure I can fly. Where you want to go?”
Giving the githyanki pilot directions, the party soon landed in the small clearing they had landed their plane in earlier. Waving the githyanki ship off, the party boarded, silencing Thrabon with a single look.
The flight back took place in silence.
With the sleeping githyanki finished, the party quickly searched the fallen and prepared to move on. The room appeared to be something of a mess hall as uneaten food was scattered about the room. Closing the doors the party momentarily considered checking where the elevator led. Deciding to follow the shaft to its end, however, they passed the elevator by and went back to reclaim their prisoner. Everything worked perfectly except for one thing. The prisoner was gone.
Nothing was left, not even the rope (much to Zoltan displeasure.) With the prisoner gone and presumably loose somewhere within the base, it was only a matter of time until some kind of alarm was sounded. The party was working with a limited amount of time.
Moving back to the vertical shaft, the party jumped in and started heading down. The shaft fell for a ways with no other openings or activity to be seen. Estimating the distance traveled, Milo figured the party had exited from the outer tower and was actually inside the piece of rock that made up the center of the base.
Slowly the shaft began to brighten and it soon became apparent that the party was approaching another room. Slowly dipping their heads out, the party found themselves within a large room.
A large room filled with armed githyanki fighting. Different groups were spaced about the room, all of them sparring with greatswords. Cautiously the party moved back into the shaft and began discussing what to do. The groups of githyanki were all spread out too much for Syd to affect them with any of his spells or for anyone else to use the few remaining sleep grenades effectively.
The problem of dealing with a room full of armed githyanki warriors was taken from the party, however, when one of the githyanki noticed the party whispering among themselves. Slowly the githyanki among the room began to encircle the shaft. They had nearly managed to when the group realized they had been seen!
For a second the party breathed easy, since all the githyanki were holding greatswords, and after all, everyone was standing within a vertical shaft in the roof of the room. Then all of the githyanki shifted their grip on their swords and began firing bolts of energy from them!
Milo quickly activated the walkway in this room, providing an amount of cover from a few of the githyanki. Gunfire erupted from the party as the githyanki likewise opened fire. Milo tossed out a sleep grenade catching two of the githyanki, while Syd’s Magic Missiles eliminated another one. Zoltan and Orendil downed four more while Alahandra took out another. Several githyanki bolts caught party members, inflicting grievous wounds when they struck. Despite the power of their weapons though, the githyanki couldn’t stand up to the combined assault of the party, and quickly fell.
Exiting fully from the shaft, the party took note of their location. The shaft continued on, lining up with a large hold in the floor. Likely that way led to one of the other towers that stood up from the base’s rock center. Four doors were within the chamber, one at each cardinal point.
A quick argument over what door to go to later, the group prepared to enter into the western door. Opening the doorway and busting into the room, the group found themselves in a large, empty room. In fact, the only thing in the room was a large gilded throne on a dais at the opposite end. Once everyone was done wondering what kind of secret military base possessed a throne, they noticed another door to the right of the one they had entered from.
Moving over, the party did a quick check for traps before jumping in. The room was strangely shaped, divided by an odd curtain. A projection from the far wall seemed to be made of semi-frosted glass. Through it, the party could almost make out roughly man-sized cylinders. Even stranger, vague humanoid forms seemed to be inside some of them!
A table sat in the center of the half of the room the party had entered into. Two large chests were visible in the half of the room obscured by the curtain. Moving forward to examine the chests, Milo barely managed to avoid the curtain as it suddenly came to life and struck out at him! Even worse, an imposing githyanki in armor had been hiding on the other side of the curtain!
Milo and Zoltan opened fire, while Orendil ran forward to help Milo out. The curtain shot out again, but this time Orendil wasn’t fast enough. Orendil disappeared with a slight slurping noise, and suddenly there was another vague humanoid figure in one of the cylinders! The intensity of the fight between Milo, Zoltan, and Alahandra redoubled as Orendil disappeared. Alahandra took cover behind the table.
Syd began chanting the words of Charm Person and forcing his way through the githyanki’s spell resistance, felt the spell layer itself onto his mind.
“Stop shooting! We’re all friends here!” Syd shouted.
Zoltan fired off one more shot before lowering his weapon. Slowly, the githyanki did as well.
Very quickly the party learned several pieces of information. This base was an outpost for the githyanki army, a training facility for its legions of warriors and a research point to create new implements of destruction. The throne in the room was for the occasions when their Queen would visit them. He was the Commander of the base. The creatures trapped in the tubes were invaders that were ceremonially bestowed to the githyanki queen when she visited. There was no known way to open the tubes; the Queen did that herself. And there was no known drow aboard.
Zoltan and Syd quickly concocted a story between the both of them. Everyone had come to the base looking to hunt down a traitorous drow, who they think had snuck into the base to steal their research or possibly even sabotage it. The Commander seemed doubtful, but these were his friends after all…
Slowly, the party coaxed the Commander out of the room, leaving Alahandra behind to watch Orendil, who remained trapped within one of the cylinders.
Looking to his left, Orendil noticed an illithid in the cylinder to his left, and a sea hag to his right. In fact, when he looked closer, he thought he could almost recognize the sea hag … where had he seen her before?
Alahandra began rifling through the chests, looking for something that could possibly let Orendil out.
Zoltan, Syd, Milo, and the githyanki Commander exited the throne room and entered the large circular room, githyanki corpses scattered about.
“How did this happen!” screamed the githyanki Commander.
“Obviously the drow has penetrated deeper than we thought.” Syd quickly replied.
Running over the Commander opened the door opposite the throne room and began calling out orders. The assembling githyanki soldiers tossed strange looks at Syd, Milo, and Zoltan, but when any asked, the Commander simply said they were friends. The soldiers began spreading out, searching the base for the drow who had come to steal or sabotage the research going on.
“So where do you think we should go?” the Commander asked.
“Where do you think we should go?” said Zoltan, hoping his Zoltan logic would trick the Commander into revealing vital information.
“If he is here to steal, there is the treasury,” mused the Commander.
The group’s eyes took on a greedy sheen as each person nearly fell over the other with agreement that the treasury was a good idea.
Moving to the north door, the Commander led the accompanying party members into a large room with several altars dedicated to the githyanki’s Queen. A githyanki knelt before one of the altars as the group entered.
The praying githyanki watched as the Commander led his new friends across the temple to a large steel door, almost like an ancient airlock, and proceeded to open it.
Inside was a beautiful sight. The chamber inside has no source of artificial gravity, and the contents within spun about as the base rotated. The hundreds of gems that made up the chamber floated and fell as the entire room’s gravitational direction changed again and again. The party could barely imagine how much money all of those gems represented.
Milo, unable to resist, palmed one of the gems while the Commander was distracted.
“No drow in here. Where next?” asked the Commander, sealing the treasure room shut.
As the group started to debate on where to go to next, the praying githyanki stood and approached the Commander. The strange githyanki began to talk in an odd language, unknown to any of the party members. This did not bode well for the party, and they quickly attempted to stop it.
“What is he saying Commander?” asked Syd.
“Why doesn’t he use the Common tongue?” queried Milo.
“Who is he?” wondered Zoltan.
“He is wondering who you three are. I am simply explaining that you are my friends.”
The new githyanki stepped back and prepared to cast a spell. Zoltan was quicker, stepping into the githyanki and interrupting his spell. Guns were pulled but before any shots could be fired, the githyanki vanished, presumably using the same trick the earlier one had used.
“What’s going on here!?!” roared the Commander.
The replies tumbled over one another so fast, no one was sure who said what.
“He is obviously working with the drow,” someone said.
“We were just trying to protect you,” responded another.
“There are traitors in your ranks,” said the third.
Finally, after everyone calmed down a little, Syd asked
“Who was he?”
“One of the Gish on base.”
That didn’t explain much to the party, but fearing any further questions, instead decided to continue scanning the base.
“Where does that last door lead?” asked Milo, meaning the southern door back within the center room.
“Crew quarters and the hangar.”
Since Syd had no spells left that could get the party down, the hangar was a definite point of interest among the party.
Passing through the southern door, the Commander waved two guards away and proceeded down a long hallway. Arriving at a somewhat larger door than the others, the Commander knocked upon it.
A githyanki stepped out, the medals on his uniform signifying a higher rank than the githyanki faced so far. The Commander shared several words in githyanki, with several glances thrown at the party. There was no trouble this time, though, as the githyanki finally bowed and hustled off with whatever orders the Commander had given him.
“He is to facilitate searching for this drow,” explained the Commander.
Moving further down the hallway, the party entered into an enormous room where two ships sat docked. One of the mechanics working on the ships stepped over and had a few brief words with the Commander.
“Who are they?” asked the mechanic, gesturing towards the party.
“Friends. Have you seen anyone suspicious today?” replied the Commander.
“No one strange. Except your friends.”
Looking around, the group memorized the location of this hangar, and started heading back to the center chamber.
“So where should we look for this drow now?” asked the Commander. Obviously he was beginning to become tired of the search for the mystery drow.
“What parts of the base haven’t we looked?” asked the group.
“All that is really left is the living quarters of the Warlocks and the Gish.”
“Lets look in on one of the Warlocks. The Gish in that prayer room was a traitor, and one of the Warlocks could be one too.”
“Alright. The closest Warlock is right up this shaft,” explained the Commander, pointing up into the hole the group had entered from.
Grimacing slightly, the party began trudging up the shaft they had entered from, heading back towards the room of the githyanki warlock they had tied up.
Passing the two dead githyanki in the observation room with another explanation that it was obviously the drow’s fault, the party entered into the githyanki bedchamber.
There was the warlock, sitting on his bed. The warlock jumped to his feet, and time seemed to slow. Zoltan brought his gun to bear snapping off a shot. The warlock locked eyes with the Commander. The Commander blinked, and Syd suddenly felt his spell crumble away. The Commander pulled out his greatsword and swung at Milo, striking him in the back. Zoltan’s shot punched into the warlock, wounding him. Syd cast a spell, striking the warlock with sonic vibrations.
The warlock shouted something in the githyanki tongue before fading away as others had done before. Zoltan turned and shot at the Commander, but in the confusion hit Milo square in the back!
The Commander began to cast a spell, and Syd shouted out a warning as he recognized the spell.
A Fireball exploded within the room, everything disappearing as flames covered the room. When the fires faded, the Commander faded away. Syd and Zoltan were too stunned to put up much resistance. Little remained of Milo’s body except for a few charred remnants of his gear. Gathering up what little was left, Syd and Zoltan began racing down the vertical shaft. They had stayed over long within this blasted fortress. Gyguul’s informants had been wrong. The drow wasn’t here.
Heading towards the Commander’s chamber, Syd and Zoltan for the first time began to worry about how they would escape.
During all of this, Alahandra had been attempting to get Orendil out of the cylinder in which he had been trapped. She tried several things, including out right attacking the glass. Little worked, until she attempted to dispel the magic of the glass chamber. Suddenly, the glass glowed a bright red and an opening appeared within.
Rushing inside she began likewise trying to remove Orendil. She had tried little though, before she realized the opening had begun to close up behind her! Darting back out, Alahandra barely managed to avoid being trapped within the small chamber with Orendil. Before she could try again, the Commander and the githyanki who had escaped earlier appeared! Quickly hiding behind the table, Alahandra listened in on the Commander and the warlock.
Suddenly the door to the room opened and Zoltan and Syd strode into the room. Zoltan opened fire on both the warlock and the Commander as Syd unleashed his magic. Even Alahandra emerged from hiding to add a few laser blasts to her side. The Commander and the warlock, both already wounded, quickly fell to the combined assault.
Syd searched the room quickly and found a few scrolls. Listening to Alahandra about what had happened Syd began suppressing the enchantment on the glass. Zoltan explained to Alahandra what had happened in a blunt manner as Syd burned open a hole in the outer glass.
“Milo is dead,” was all Zoltan had to say.
As the large opening appeared in the outer glass, Zoltan turned and fired a shot at the top of the cylinder holding Orendil. With a loud crack the cylinder burst open and Orendil tumbled out.
Orendil scrambled up and managed to escape from the glass chamber before the opening could reseal itself.
Quickly explaining what had happened, the remaining party prepared to rush towards the hangar when Orendil noticed a small crack in the wall of the room. Examining the crack closer, Orendil realized it was a hidden door. Activating it, the party entered into a long hallway. Rushing down the hallway, the party took a right as the hallway angled to the east. Running farther, they stopped suddenly, and backtracked to an alcove they had noticed.
At the end of a small branch of hallway was an enormous mirror. Or at least, it appeared to be a mirror, except that it wasn’t reflecting back any of the party members. Moving forward the party slowly began examining the mirror, wondering at its use.
When Zoltan’s hands ran over the mirror’s surface though, it shimmered and a githyanki face replaced everything.
“Yes? What do you need c- Wait. Who are you and what are you doing on this channel?”
“Uh – Just a false alarm. We’re fine down here,” Zoltan explained, following up with a blaster shot right to the mirror.
If an alarm hadn’t been triggered yet (and all signs pointed to the fact that one had) it surely was going off now. Rushing back down the hallway, the party again turned with the hallway, heading back in the direction they had originally come.
Suddenly the hallway ended, and the party prepared to turn around and rush back. And then they heard the sound of running githyanki behind them. Rapidly searching for any kind of doorway, the party jumped through the secret door Alahandra found, closing it just as the githyanki started to round the corner.
Everyone’s stomach lurched suddenly as all gravity suddenly ceased to exist. The party was once again within the treasure room of the floating githyanki base, a treasure room Orendil and Alahandra had missed out on.
Zipping about the room, Alahandra quickly had filled an empty bag with some of the floating gems. Exiting back into the temple, the party rushed back into the center chamber. As the group opened the temple doors, a number of githyanki were running by, heading into the throne room. Four of them stood back and began to move towards the party.
Opening fire, the four githyanki were cut down and the party began running, heading straight for the hangar.
Bursting through the doorway, the guards momentarily looked as the party rushed past, then let them run by having seen them with the Commander earlier.
Running into the hangar, the group quickly attracted the attention of one of the mechanics.
“What do you need now?” asked one of the mechanics.
“Your fastest ship. A traitor is escaping and we need to catch him.”
The mechanic simply pointed to one of the ships in dock and quickly the party boarded. Orendil moved up to the pilot’s cabin and sat down. And then realized he had no idea how to fly a githyanki ship.
Sticking his head out of the door, Zoltan said
“This stupid elf said he could fly the ship but he can’t. Any of you guys know how to fly?”
The githyanki looked among themselves before one shrugged and stepped forward.
“Sure I can fly. Where you want to go?”
Giving the githyanki pilot directions, the party soon landed in the small clearing they had landed their plane in earlier. Waving the githyanki ship off, the party boarded, silencing Thrabon with a single look.
The flight back took place in silence.
Horacio-
Vacations are always fun. Hope to see you back here in a month, more relaxed and ready for more story! Have a good vacation.
Leopold-
I have been putting off updating any of the character bios until I caught up with the story (that way I would know they were up to date with the story as well) but since you asked I will see about doing a little modification tonight.
[Edit: I went and updated the short blurbs about each party member to bring them up to date with Session 7.]
As for statblocks, I dunno. Normally we leave our character sheets at the DMs house. I will try to get some info anyway.
As to halfling names, well its a halfling thing.
Finally I will mention the site to the other gamers in the group but I dunno if they will show.
That taken care of, now for a little commentary on Session 7.
If you haven't read it yet you probably should. Don't worry. I will wait.
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Done?
Good. Well Milo died. Our first big crushing defeat. And it wasn't even because the Fireball did that much damage. Sure Zoltan shooting Milo in the back didn't help, but the real killer was the fact that none of us had healed up after each combat.
Milo went into combat with the Commander and Warlock already critically damaged. When the Fireball went off and he blew his save, it dropped poor Milo to around -20.
DM ruled that there was no corpse left due to the excessively low hit point value Milo hit. Another crushing blow.
The worst thing was, Milo had all of our healing patches! Or at least he had almost every one. So now Syd and Zoltan were critically damaged and now WE couldn't heal!
Rushing through the base at the end, we all defintely felt an urgent need to get out. We had gotten in over our heads and were in serious trouble.
As a final note, during the game paralells between Zoltan and Han Solo in Star Wars: Episode 4 were noted. In paticular, the part where he tells the enemy on the other side of the communication panel
"Nah we are okay. Just a false alarm."
Just something that we found funny that probably doesn't come through in the story itself. Enjoy.
Vacations are always fun. Hope to see you back here in a month, more relaxed and ready for more story!
Have a good vacation.Leopold-
I have been putting off updating any of the character bios until I caught up with the story (that way I would know they were up to date with the story as well) but since you asked I will see about doing a little modification tonight.
[Edit: I went and updated the short blurbs about each party member to bring them up to date with Session 7.]
As for statblocks, I dunno. Normally we leave our character sheets at the DMs house. I will try to get some info anyway.
As to halfling names, well its a halfling thing.
Finally I will mention the site to the other gamers in the group but I dunno if they will show.
That taken care of, now for a little commentary on Session 7.
If you haven't read it yet you probably should. Don't worry. I will wait.
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Done?
Good. Well Milo died. Our first big crushing defeat. And it wasn't even because the Fireball did that much damage. Sure Zoltan shooting Milo in the back didn't help, but the real killer was the fact that none of us had healed up after each combat.
Milo went into combat with the Commander and Warlock already critically damaged. When the Fireball went off and he blew his save, it dropped poor Milo to around -20.
DM ruled that there was no corpse left due to the excessively low hit point value Milo hit. Another crushing blow.
The worst thing was, Milo had all of our healing patches! Or at least he had almost every one. So now Syd and Zoltan were critically damaged and now WE couldn't heal!
Rushing through the base at the end, we all defintely felt an urgent need to get out. We had gotten in over our heads and were in serious trouble.
As a final note, during the game paralells between Zoltan and Han Solo in Star Wars: Episode 4 were noted. In paticular, the part where he tells the enemy on the other side of the communication panel
"Nah we are okay. Just a false alarm."
Just something that we found funny that probably doesn't come through in the story itself. Enjoy.
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Caliber said:As a final note, during the game paralells between Zoltan and Han Solo in Star Wars: Episode 4 were noted. In paticular, the part where he tells the enemy on the other side of the communication panel
"Nah we are okay. Just a false alarm."
Just something that we found funny that probably doesn't come through in the story itself. Enjoy.
I noticed this scene immediately ! But I havn't found the other parrallels... The "Zoltan logic" could look a bit like a "stupid jedi mind trick", but Han isn't a jedi.
I guess when I said paralells, I should have said paralell. If anything else ever came up, I can't remember it now.
As for the 'Zoltan Logic' that has become something of a running gag within the campaign. Since I can't remember if I have explained it yet ...
Back when Zoltan first met Thrabon his player, in his overexcitement, had a slip of the tongue. So when he meant to say
"Why am I here?!?" as a sort of how dare you ask me way.
he instead said
"Why are you here?" the DM got so confused by this he actually answered.
Since then, whenever confronted by villians, Zoltan has developed this practice of always asking their questions back at them. We call it Zoltan Logic.
Later.
As for the 'Zoltan Logic' that has become something of a running gag within the campaign. Since I can't remember if I have explained it yet ...
Back when Zoltan first met Thrabon his player, in his overexcitement, had a slip of the tongue. So when he meant to say
"Why am I here?!?" as a sort of how dare you ask me way.
he instead said
"Why are you here?" the DM got so confused by this he actually answered.
Since then, whenever confronted by villians, Zoltan has developed this practice of always asking their questions back at them. We call it Zoltan Logic.
Later.
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