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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Fralex" data-source="post: 6655617" data-attributes="member: 6785902">Fralex's Campaign Journal: Princes of the Apocalypse - Session 4 addedSession 4A new player, Ilikan the goliath paladin, joined us this session. He wasn't there the following session, so I don't know if he'll be a regular addition or not.Part 1: In Which I Swear an Oath[sblock=To find some better dice]Before Unicornelius was unsummoned, we asked them to heal us. Then we broke down the door we'd previously jammed and set out looking for Vopath and Hamcules. Zug-Zug the bard played his bagpipes, which helped him find us. Unfortunately, it also did the same for a pair of duergar.And so battle began. I ran up to the one trying to get away, swung my frying pan, and missed. Then he turned invisible. Vopath grappled the other gray dwarf, who responded by growing twice his original size. Damakos the wizard hit him with an enfeebling ray, I swung at him and missed again, then he retaliated. He got a few good hits on us, but so did all the members of my party (besides me). A few rounds later he groaned, fell, and shrunk back to normal size, still grappled by Vopath the umber hulk, who cradled him in his arms saying "Shhhh..."We wandered around the tunnels a bit more (Vopath carried the dead dwarf with him for part of the way before setting him down), replacing the pig-candle with Nalla the fighter's magic dagger, which glowed in the dark. We ran into a bunch of dead ends but followed a small breeze to an exit from the Monastery. After Vopath took off the umber hulk armor (which was falling apart by this point), we stopped for a long rest in the Sumber Hills. During this long rest, I thought about what had happened in the past couple of days. The command, the healing, the way my frying pan lit up... did I have some sort of magical ability? I took this as a sign that what I was doing was vitally important. Thus, I made a solemn vow to eliminate the elemental threat from the world, using this very skillet as my only weapon. As I thought this, the frying pan began glowing white hot again. When I finished making my oath for vengeance, the glow faded, except for one area in the center of the pan. A strange sigil made of light burned on the metal surface. I didn't recognize it, but seeing it filled me with resolve and determination.I reached level 3, and my frying pan became my holy symbol (or more specifically, the sigil on the pan became an emblem). Now I was officially an avenger![/sblock]Day 4-Part 2: In Which the Enemies Get Bigger[sblock=Not literally this time, actually]So we returned to the entrance to Sacred Stone Monastery. Going back in seemed like a bad idea, but Thurl wanted us to investigate this place, and we still had no idea what they were trying to do here. So Mephistophlovitch the sorcerer walked back up to the front door and knocked again.The door opened, and on the other side was the doorman (a monk) and two minotaurs. Me and Gwapo weakened it right off the bat with a bane and an eldritch blast through the nostrils. Vopath and the other fighter Nalla dealt solid blows, Zug-Zug the bard burned the doorman's face by casting heat metal on his golden mask, and I swung my skillet at the minotaur and missed AGAIN. After suffering a big hit from a spell of the sorcerer's, it actually tried to retreat. We, of course, all made opportunity attacks and hit it a bunch more (except for me), and then the other minotaur, which had been hanging back, charged into the fighter and knocked her back. It withdrew a few turns later, and the first minotaur charged us. However, it was hurt pretty badly still, AND it had been jinxed by my bane spell, and the minotaur missed completely. Vopath ran it through with his sword.The melee combatants rushed in. The monk from the door was not there. We began fighting the remaining minotaur when an entire SQUAD of monks came in at superhuman speed. Several surrounded me, but I dodged their blows and countered... with yet ANOTHER missed swing. It's like a frying pan isn't technically a weapon! Jeez! The others were doing fine. Vopath grabbed the bull by the horns, so to speak, and the sorcerer slung spell after spell until she was (permanently) blue in the face. Me? I was getting nowhere. I had not landed a single hit this whole session, and it was driving me crazy. But on my next turn I raised my skillet high above my head, eyes filled with rage, frying pan glowing with celestial fire, and with a shout of "I'LL NON-STICK IT TO YOU!" bashed the minotaur's skull with a mighty clang. And got a critical hit. 2d6 + 4d8 + 5 damage, right in the face. I beamed with pride as it crumpled to the ground.Then every monk I had just turned my back on pummeled me half to death. The bard responded by turning their masks red-hot, which dropped all but two, and then the sorcerer unleashed a blast of metamagic. She held up a tiny hand, which crackled with lightning, and thrust it forward at one monk. It seemed to create a glowing afterimage that shot forth and electrocuted him. At the same time, the bottom sister had separated from the top and disintegrated the remaining monk with an eldritch blast. The two girls looked around awkwardly. The 12-year-old then said, "You saw nothing!" and the two of them climbed back into Mephistophlovitch's cloak. Yeah, the sorcerer's player got inspiration for this.[/sblock]And that was the end of that session. I know I said we got another paladin and then never I mentioned him again, but he was there, fighting enemies and such. I just didn't recall anything interesting he did that session. Maybe he'll return sometime.There's another session I just got back from that I need to post. I'll see if I can write it before I go to the next game so I won't be behind.</blockquote>

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