[D&D 5e 2024] Heroes of the Borderlands

Chapter 23

“So what do we do with him?” Greghan asked, nodding in the direction of their bandit captive. The man didn’t seem so tough now; Ravani’s shot had taken his eye, and he’d both cried and pissed himself when the warrior had disarmed him. Folgar remained bent over him, finishing the work of bandaging his gruesome wound.

“What do you mean?” Ravani asked. “He’s a bandit. Taking him back to the Keep is a waste of time, they’d just string him up there anyway.” The elf’s eyes held a hard edge as he watched the wizard tend the man’s injuries; clearly he still bore a grudge from the wound he’d taken in that earlier clash on the trail.

“I have questions I would like answered,” Leana said. “Not the least of which is who warned us they were here, and who that man who charged us from behind was.”

“Another bandit,” Ravani said. “Maybe he was guarding their camp or something before, when they ambushed us on the trail.”

“Perhaps,” Leana said. “But there was something about him… did you notice how pale he was? Not to mention his suicidal charge up the hill toward us. Did that remind you of someone else?”

“The cultists,” Greghan said.

“Let me take the lead with this conversation,” Leana said.

“As long as he doesn’t walk when it’s over, that’s fine,” Ravani said.

The three of them joined their companion and the prisoner. The one-eyed bandit looked up at them disconsolately. With him seated on the rocks, he and Leana were roughly eye-to-eye.

“Are you feeling all right?” she asked him.

“No,” he said.

“You’re feeling better than we would have, if we’d walked into that ambush of yours,” Ravani said.

Leana shot him a look, then turned back to the prisoner. “What is your name?” she asked.

“Mardan,” he said.

“Well, Mardan, I have some questions for you. I’d like you to answer to the best of your ability.”

“Why? You’re just going to kill me.”

“Maybe you’d prefer it if we dragged you over here, and asked a little less nicely!” Ravani growled, surging forward until the bandit cowered against the rocks at his back. “You’d better tell her what she wants to know, or you’ll wish that arrow had pierced your tiny brain!”

“Please, I don’t want to die,” the bandit said. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I just… I don’t want to die.”

“I understand,” Leana said, placing a hand on his arm. She maintained the contact until the bandit met her eyes again. “How did you know that we were going to be here today, Mardan?”

“Pral… he had a contact, someone who knew things about what was happening in the Keep.”

“Do you know the name of this contact?” Leana asked.

“No. He only dealt with Pral. I didn’t see much of him. He wore a mask, and he smelled bad.”

“That doesn’t really narrow it down much,” Ravani said. “Every human I’ve ever met smells bad.”

“Even me?” Greghan asked.

“Sorry, friend,” Ravani said. “To be honest, most of you would benefit from wearing a mask as well.”

Leana rolled her eyes at the two men before focusing back on the prisoner. “This masked fellow, he visited you recently?”

“Yes, yesterday. He brought Devin.”

“Devin?”

“He’s the guy who ran up from the trail. The one you killed.”

“Ah, I see. Was he the one who whistled, to let you know we were coming?”

“I don’t know. He was supposed to be keeping watch with the dwarf and the halfling.”

“The dwarf and halfling?”

“Yeah. They weren’t part of our group, Pral recruited them to help with the ambush.”

“Do you know their names?” Leana asked.

“I bet I know at least one of them,” Ravani said.

“The dwarf woman was Vinx. The halfling was Jacko.”

“I bloody knew it,” Ravani said. “I knew we hadn’t seen the last of her.”

“She didn’t join in the attack, though,” Greghan said. “Unless one of you saw her.”

“I only saw that human,” Folgar said.

“Describe this halfling for me,” Leana said.

“He was short… well, they’re all short,” Mardan said. “He was about your size, I mean. He wore black, had black hair, even black makeup around his eyes. Made him look kind of like a racoon. Not that I would have said that to his face. He was… a little scary.”

“He was what, some kind of mercenary?” Folgar asked.

Mardan nodded. “He’s got a camp somewhere out in the fens. Pral gave him a bag of coins.”

“What about the dwarf?” Folgar asked. “What did she want?”

“Come on, we know what she wanted,” Ravani said.

“She wanted a sword,” Mardan said. “She said you’d taken it from her.”

“Yeah, after she nearly got us killed with her stupidity,” Ravani said.

Leana had been quiet after Mardan’s description of the halfling mercenary. Greghan leaned in and said, “Are you all right?”

She shook herself slightly. “What? Yes, of course.”

Ravani noted the exchange. “You know this Jacko guy, Leana?” he asked.

Leana smiled. “Believe it or not, Ravani, not all halflings know each other.”

“You’ll let me go now?” Mardan asked. “I’ve told you all I know.”

“Not quite,” Ravani said. “Where would Pral go?”

“I don’t know. We don’t really have a regular camp; we move around a lot.”

“What about the Caves of Chaos?” Folgar asked.

Mardan shook his head vigorously enough to incite a spasm of pain from his injury. “We never go there,” he said. “That place is cursed, everyone knows it.”

“Yeah, we’re the curse,” Ravani said.

“This man Devin, did he ever speak about a cult?” Leana prodded.

“He didn’t talk much,” Mardan said. “He seemed a bit… weird.”

“I’ll bet,” Ravani said.

“Did you see which way this masked man went, after he met with Pral?” Leana asked.

“I don’t know,” Mardan said. “He just kind of disappeared into the trees. I thought that was a bit weird, I mean the trail was right there.”

“He didn’t want anyone to see which way he went,” Folgar said.

“I’ll bet Pral knew, though,” Ravani said. “Seems like he knew an awful lot about what’s going on out here.”

“Is there anything you can think of to tell us?” Leana asked. “Your companion abandoned you, and these others, these cultists, did not sound like anyone worthy of your silence.”

“If I knew anything more, I’d tell you,” Mardan said.

“All right, time to take a short trip then,” Ravani said, drawing his dagger.

“Wait!” Greghan said. “You’re not just going to kill him in cold blood? He told us what he knew.”

“Yeah, so? I didn’t torture him, did I? He’s a bandit. Believe me, if it was us lying dying in the road, he wouldn’t have wasted a thought on us.”

“But we’re not murderers,” Greghan said.

“I’m not a murderer,” Mardan said. “Sure, we took people’s stuff, but we didn’t kill them. Pral said that it was better to shear the sheep rather than…”

He trailed off as Ravani grabbed his arm and shook him. “You’re not helping your case, bandit,” he growled.

“Leana,” Greghan said.

The halfling looked at Folgar, who nodded. “Let him go,” she said to Ravani.

“What? Leana, you’ve got to be…”

“I said, let him go.” The elf shook his head but shoved the bandit back down. Leana came forward and stepped right up next to him. “Listen to me,” she said. “You will go down to the trail. You will keep walking, to the Keep or past it, I don’t care. But if I see you in these lands again, things will not go well for you. Do you understand?”

“I understand,” he said. “Thank you.”

“Folgar, would you see him on his way?” Leana asked.

The dwarf pulled the injured man to his feet and started him down the slope toward the trail. Once he was far enough away that they couldn’t be overheard, Ravani said, “That was a mistake, priestess.”

“Maybe,” the halfling allowed. “But I came here to bring the Light to a darkened land, Ravani. It’s a hard enough job without inviting a shadow into my heart.” She looked at Greghan. “Are you all right?”

He nodded. “The arrow didn’t go very deep. Whatever that herbal stuff is that Folgar put on the wound, it works; I can barely feel it.”

She held his eyes a moment longer. He knew that wasn’t all that she had meant by the question, and he offered another slight extra nod to let her know that he understood.

Folgar returned a few minutes later. “I didn’t see any sign of Vinx or that halfling fellow, but there’s a large boulder where they might have been keeping watch.”

“If they’re smart, they’re long gone,” Ravani said. “Do you want me to try to track Pral?”

“There’s no point,” Leana said. “We know where we need to go.”


Game Notes:

This one’s a tribute to all the moral quandaries that D&D gives us. At least they took the women and children out of this incarnation of the Caves of Chaos!

Leana: Charisma (Persuasion): 4 (+2): 6 vs. DC 10 (Failure)

Ravani: Charisma (Intimidation): 17 (+2): 19 vs. DC 15 (Success)
 

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Chapter 24


“Doors,” Ravani said. “That’s new. And lovely décor,” he added, nodding toward the bleached skulls set in niches to either side.

“There’s writing on it,” Greghan said. He advanced closer to the double-doors that blocked the entrance of the cave, and peered at the bloodstained sign tacked onto the wood. “It says, ‘Come in! We’d like to have you for dinner.’”

Ravani waved his hand in an elaborate gesture. “See! See! This is what I was talking about, before.”

“Doesn’t scream ‘cult headquarters’ to me,” Folgar said. “Probably more hostile humanoids.”

“Unless they’d doing it as a misdirection,” Ravani said. “Fortifications… that definitely seems like something our cult would be in for.”

“Should we check another cave?” Greghan asked.

“Why don’t we see whether it’s locked, first,” Leana said.

“What kind of idiot builds a door and then doesn’t lock it?” Ravani said, but he blinked as Greghan pushed one of the heavy portals open. “Okay, I take it back,” he said. “Maybe it is the cult.”

It was dark inside, and Leana was quick to invoke magical light again from her sigil. The bright glow revealed a corridor that forked to the left and continued straight ahead into the interior of the hillside. The surfaces here were worked stone, and clean, without even a speck of dust visible on the floor. Directly to their right as they entered was a nasty-looking barricade made out of bundled spears, their jagged points jutting out toward them. Behind the barricade, an armored woman with red-orange skin and tufted ears leapt into view. “Halt!” she yelled. “State your business or face the wrath of our battalion—thirty hobgoblins strong.”

“Thirty?” Ravani and Greghan both said at the same time.

“We are not intruders,” Leana said earnestly. “Your door was open.”

“You come armed for war,” the sentry said.

“We only use our weapons in self-defense,” Leana said.

“Hobgoblins?” Greghan whispered to Folgar. The dwarf just nodded, saving explanations for later, his eyes scanning the barricade. Ravani was looking down the two passages, looking for any signs of an ambush. When he peered into the one behind them, the side fork that extended opposite the barricade, he paused, listening. The passage only went for about twenty feet before it turned sharply to the right, out of view of the entrance.

“You will find ourselves better prepared to defend ourselves than the goblins,” the hobgoblin guard was saying. Thus far she’d made no move for her sword or the strung longbow slung across her back, but her demeanor had not gotten any friendlier as she continued to chat with Leana. The halfling was just starting to ask about whether they knew anything about the cult when the elf hissed, “She’s trying to delay us—what is that?”

Greghan turned to see a massive, quivering blob come around the corner of the passage behind them. The thing almost completely filled the passage, and as the light from Leana’s sigil shone on it he could see things hovering inside its shimmering mass. As it squelched forward around the bend he could see what they were: humanoid bones, suspended inside it.

“Jelly cube!” Ravani cried, as the thing began to lurch toward them.


Game Notes:

Leana:
Wisdom (Insight): 6 (+2): 8 vs. DC 13 (Failure)
Charisma (Persuasion): 9 (+2): 11 vs. DC 14 (Failure)
 

This story hour is superb. I'm invested in the characters as they play through a classic adventure that holds so many wonderful memories. Thank you again for taking the time to write this.
 

Thanks GuyBoy. It's been fun to write.

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Chapter 25


As was so often the case, the situation went from tense to utter chaos in a heartbeat.

As Ravani shouted his warning, the hobgoblin sentry reached for a signal horn hanging at her side. But before she could blow an alert, three of Folgar’s magic missiles darted through the barricade and struck her on the hip, chest, and shoulder. The hobgoblin fell back, badly hurt, but she got her shield up in time to absorb the arrow that Ravani sent at her. She staggered back into the passage behind the barricade, and a moment later they could all hear the deep tone of the horn being blown.

“If there really are thirty of them…” Folgar warned, but Leana said, “I know! I know!” as she turned to face the more immediate threat.

The warrior was already halfway toward the cube, which only seemed to grow as it came around the bend in the passage. Fortunately, it was slow; he reached it before it could fully navigate the corner. He’d never seen anything like it before. The thing was just an amorphous ooze, lacking bones—other than those of its victims—musculature, or any other internal structure that would suggest weaknesses. Lacking any other target, he slashed his sword across its body. The blade cut through its substance, causing it to jiggle wildly.

“Careful, Greghan!” Leana warned. “Don’t let it touch you!” She lifted her sigil and summoned a flash of divine energy that seared the cube, but the mark left by the sacred flame seemed tiny against the sheer mass of the thing.

The cube suddenly lurched forward, almost catching Greghan up in its unexpected advance. He reflexively got an arm up to forestall it, and as it the limb sank into the cube’s substance he felt an intense, sizzling pain that shot through him into his body. With a cry of pain he yanked himself free, staggering back before the cube could finish engulfing him.

“Stay back!” he warned his companions.

Folgar fired a ray of frost that lanced past him and into the cube. Ice crystals formed on its surface, penetrating a few inches into its interior. The entire thing pulsed, but again the damage seemed trivial compared to its size. Greghan held his ground, slashing at it with his sword. At least it was almost impossible for him to miss. His first swing opened another deep gash in its substance, but the second carved almost through it, the full length of the long blade nearly ripping it in two. The cube convulsed and almost toppled forward onto him. But he’d been expected that, and he darted clear before it could collapse, taking just a few spatters of sizzling acidic substance on his neck and cheek.

As he spun back, giving ground against the thing’s advance, his allies continued to blast it. Leana hit it again with her divine magic, while Ravani shot it with his bow. The arrow penetrated a few feet into its mass before it slowed to a stop; Greghan could see it hovering there, the feathers already starting to dissolve.

“We might want to think about getting out of here!” Ravani yelled.

“It’s almost lost integrity!” Folgar said, as he hit it again with another ray of frost. The cold blasts weren’t doing much damage, but were slowing it to a crawl. The entire upper half of its form was flopping wildly back and forth as it moved, and pieces of it were sloughing off as it continued to try to reach Greghan.

The warrior waited for it to approach. He tightened his grip on his sword, and as it began to lean forward for yet another attempt to engulf him he swept up with the blade, cleaving through the core of the thing. It collapsed in on itself, and after a final, brief struggle to hold itself together, it came apart in a mess of limp, lifeless ooze.

“Are you okay?” Ravani asked, as Greghan stumbled back to rejoin them.

“Yeah,” the warrior said. But as he looked up and saw past the elf, his eyes widened in alarm. “Look out!”

They turned to see several ranks of hobgoblin warriors had advanced to the barricade during the distraction of the fight. The ones in the front had their shields up, providing cover to the ones behind who had their bows raised and ready to fire. They launched their missiles even as Greghan shouted his warning.



Game Notes:

Greghan rolled well in this fight; he made both of his saves against the cube’s Engulf ability, taking 7 damage on the first attempt and only 3 on the second. He also inflicted more than half of the total damage done to the cube, including a crit that came after his Action Surge.

I don’t really understand the cube’s stat block… why would it ever use the pseudopod attack, when the engulf is so much better even against a single target, and does damage even if the target saves? The original 5e cube didn’t do half damage on a failed save, so at least there was some potential advantage to using the pseudopod attack against a poorly-armored foe in that version.

I’m a little sad that the Starter Set version of the cube left out the creature’s stealth capability; that makes it a particularly scary threat for careless dungeon explorers. The 2024 version halved the damage it does to engulfed creatures and significantly reduced its hit points, which is sort of opposite to the usual trend for 5e.2024. I’m sure the Heroes didn’t mind the changes.
 

Chapter 26


Ravani was fast; he spun and got a quick arrow off even as the enemy archers unleashed their missiles. His shot sliced through the barricade, but it bounced off the shield of one of the forward warriors.

The hobgoblin archers were more effective. One shot nearly clipped Folgar, but at the last instant it struck an invisible barrier and was deflected. Ravani, however, had no such protection, and he hissed in pain as an arrow struck him in the shoulder. The wound didn’t look too bad, but a moment later he staggered and nearly fell. “Poison!” he said.

Leana stepped up to the barricade. This close, she could see that there were only four hobgoblins; two shield bearers protecting two archers. One of the archers was favoring her side; clearly that was the sentry who had raised the alert earlier. Leana raised her sigil, and it released a flare of light. A deep tone echoed down the length of the corridor, and the injured hobgoblin screamed, clutching her head as blood began pouring from his nostrils and ears. The other three looked down at her as she collapsed to the floor.

“We did not come here to fight you, but we will kill you if you persist in this senseless violence,” the priestess said into the moment’s silence that followed. “Lower your arms, and we can still talk. Tell us what we want to know, and we will leave.”

Greghan, who still hadn’t had a chance to react to this new threat, resisted the urge to rush forward and step in front of the tiny cleric. From the twisted grimace on Ravani’s face, whatever the hobgoblins put on their arrows was nasty. But the companions all held their ground, unwilling to undermine their companion’s gambit.

The hobgoblins shared a look. Then, to the amazement of the three men, they lowered their weapons.

* * *​

The companions carefully made their way up the side of the ravine, the slope so steep in places that they were more properly climbing than walking. Ahead of them another cave waited just below the crest, its opening silent and dark but holding a hint of malevolence in the light of what they had learned from the hobgoblins. They did not discuss whether the intelligence provided by the warrior humanoids was accurate. They didn’t have to; after their explorations in the Caves and the misadventures between here and the Keep their suspicions were fully primed.

“Are you sure you’re all right?” Leana asked Ravani as they negotiated a particularly steep stretch of exposed rock. Dead bushes and struggling trees occasionally clung to the walls of the ravine, leaving protruding roots that could offer an assist to the climb, or a dangerous hazard when a sudden weight caused them to snap. The elf was usually the nimblest of all of them, but it was clear that the poison he’d absorbed from the hobgoblin arrow had left him fatigued.

“Yeah,” Ravani said, as he pulled himself up the last stretch of rock to the next tier. “Your healing was top-notch, as always, Leana. I just don’t like poison.”

“A sentiment I believe we all share,” Folgar said.

“Easy for you to say,” the elf returned. “You dwarves are resistant. In fact, your ale is toxic to most species, if I’m not mistaken.”

“It is true, dwarves are known for their stout stomachs,” the wizard replied.

“Quiet,” Leana cautioned. “There it is.”

They sidled close to the cliff face as they approached this latest cave. Behind and below them, almost the entirety of the ravine was visible. They could see now that there were eleven caves altogether, including the three they had already explored. No creatures were visible; it was almost as if the entire complex was deserted. They were alert to any signs of the hobgoblins following them, but thus far it appeared that they were honoring the agreement they’d made.

“No sign of those red bastards,” Ravani said, putting that thought to words. “But the caves might be connected or they might have some other way to spread a warning.”

“Or they could have been speaking truth, and they are happy to leave the cult to us,” Folgar pointed out. “The cult members mostly seem to be humans, and the goblinoids have little love for your kind.” That last was accompanied by a nod toward Greghan.

“I guess they have good reason,” the warrior acknowledged. “Before I’d come here I’d never seen a single goblin or hobgoblin, but the stories all speak of them as monsters to be destroyed.”

“Reality is usually more complex to the narratives we create to justify our own superiority,” Leana said. She slowed as they neared the mouth of the cave, which remained silent. “Remember, be prepared to fall back if we run into something that we cannot handle.”

Ravani nudged Greghan as he moved back to the front of the line. “And don’t be afraid to hold them off while we retreat,” he said.

The cave looked to be natural at first glance, but as Ravani slipped inside they could see a set of featureless stone doors that were slightly open. The others followed the elf in as he silently crept forward and glanced through the narrow opening.

“This looks pretty culty,” he said, stepping back so that the others could get a look.

Greghan couldn’t see anything at all, but he remembered that the elf and dwarf possessed the ability to see in the dark. As he leaned forward, however, he heard something: a bestial, high-pitched laughter, too distant to make out clearly. “What is that?” he asked. “It sounds… nasty.”

“Whatever it is, it doesn’t look like they set guards,” Ravani said.

Folgar looked through the door and grunted. “Those faces on the walls,” he said. “Demons.”

He glanced back at Leana, who used her magic to summon light to her sigil. The glow barely brightened the space beyond the door, but it revealed a heap of what looked like trash a short distance into the room. The room looked to be about thirty feet square, with a passageway in the center of the far wall just barely visible.

“Careful,” Leana said.

“I’m always careful,” Ravani said. He slipped through the doorway, giving the heap of trash a wide berth. After a moment, Gregan stepped forward and pushed one of the doors to widen the gap enough for him to slip through. It ground open another foot, but before he could enter there was a loud metallic clatter as several rusted weapons and a few broken scraps of armor fell from the top of the door onto the floor. Instantly the distant laughter ceased, replaced by a loud, eager baying.

“Here we go again,” Ravani said.


Game Notes:

Leana: Charisma (Intimidation): 17 (+2): 19 vs. DC 19 (Success). I increased the DC from the initial number noted in the book since hostilities had already begun, but she still managed to end the fight.

Entering this latest cave: Ravani failed to notice the trap above the door, with Wisdom (Perception): 5 (+2): 7 vs. DC 13 (Failure)

Next: The Heroes face their toughest foes yet!
 

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