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The Adventures of Baabby and Sam - a Skylanders Campaign
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<blockquote data-quote="Richards" data-source="post: 7160457" data-attributes="member: 508"><p><strong>ADVENTURE 15: NIGHT OUT ON THE TOWN</strong></p><p></p><p>PC Roster: <p style="margin-left: 20px">Baabby, humanoid sheep barbarian/cleric (Life) 8</p> <p style="margin-left: 20px"> Sam Crow, humanoid crow ranger/rogue 8</p><p></p><p>NPC Roster: <p style="margin-left: 20px">Stealth Elf, elf monk 10/rogue 10</p><p></p><p>Game Session Date: 1 July 2017</p><p></p><p> - - - </p><p></p><p>The troll airship dropped safely to the ground just outside the outskirts of town and its three passengers stepped off. The sun was just starting to sink beneath the horizon, and throughout the town the streetlights were being lit. "You guys get us a room for the night," Sapphrina said. "I'm heading off to the library to research what I can about the missing Tech rune. I'll meet you tonight, after the library closes for the evening."</p><p></p><p>"Aall right," agreed Baabby.</p><p></p><p>"Hey," said Sam, watching their fairy friend fly over towards a separate group of buildings in the distance - presumably where the library was located. "We might be able to pick up some equipment in town while we're here!"</p><p></p><p>"Whaat kind of equipment?" asked Baabby.</p><p></p><p>"Magic stuff!" enthused Sam as the two walked down the street. Spotting a magic weapons shop, he said, "Like they have in here! C'mon, Baabby!"</p><p></p><p>Entering the shop, Baabby and Sam noted the Mabu clerk - the owner, no doubt - behind the counter. Besides them, there was only a single other customer, a human wizard by the looks of him, examining the sample of enchanted daggers on display. He looked up at the two adventurers as they entered the shop, then quickly averted his eyes.</p><p></p><p>"May I help you?" asked the friendly Mabu owner.</p><p></p><p>"We're just looking for now," advised Baabby, before turning to his crow companion. "What do we need more weapons for? I've got my <em>Rift-Weaver's Blade</em> and you've got your Dynabow 3.0. And Sapphrina's got your spare bow. Do we really want more weapons?"</p><p></p><p>"Maybe not, but they don't just sell weapons in a place like this. Here, look!" Sam approached a display shelf featuring magic gauntlets and bracers. "Ooh, how much for the <em>bracers of archery</em>?" he asked the clerk.</p><p></p><p>"Twenty-five thousand for the greater version, and five thousand for the lesser version," replied the clerk. That tracked with what Sam knew about the cost of such things; unfortunately, the little crow had only a tad bit over 23,000 gold pieces at hand. "I don't suppose you have any discounts for incredibly good-looking crow heroes?"</p><p></p><p>"I'm afraid not, sir," replied the Mabu.</p><p></p><p>"Pity," sighed Sam. "I guess I'll take this lesser set, then." He pulled out a sack of coins valued at 5,000 gold pieces from his pack, having already separated that amount back on the airship anticipating such a purchase, and handed them over to the clerk. The Mabu did a quick count, then thanked the crow for his purchase and wished him a good day.</p><p></p><p>"You see anything you want?" asked Sam.</p><p></p><p>"Not really," replied Baabby. "Like I said, I have all the weapons I need."</p><p></p><p>"You could always use a good ranged weapon," suggested Sam.</p><p></p><p>"Naah. I leave the ranged stuff to you guys. And if I need to, I can aalways use an attaack spell."</p><p></p><p>"Okay, just a suggestion," said Sam. As they left the shop, they could feel the eyes of the human wizard upon them. Sam looked back over his shoulder at him as they exited the building, and then several times as they walked down the street. Sure enough, the wizard departed the weapon shop shortly after the adventuring duo had, and followed behind them at a safe distance.</p><p></p><p>"Hey, here's a magic clothing shop!" said Sam, spotting a gaudy-looking shop up ahead. "You go see if there's anything in there you like, while I hang out here. Then, when you're done we can swap."</p><p></p><p>"Problem?" asked Baabby.</p><p></p><p>"I just want to see what Mr. Suspicious Wizard is up to, is all," replied the archer. Baabby looked over at the wizard in question, who felt the heroes' stares and ducked into a nearby shop selling writing supplies. The baabarian shrugged and entered the magic clothing shop.</p><p></p><p>"Good evening," said the vampire behind the counter. Baabby was nonplussed by the appearance of the undead shop owner; after all, Undead was one of the eight traditional elements recognized in the Skylands and was seen by most Skylanders as just as valid as any of the others. Plus, most vampires didn't go around attacking people and sucking their blood, any more than most baabarians attacked everyone they met in a blood-red frenzy. Stereotypes abounded, of course, but most folk had the common sense to judge individuals on an individual basis.</p><p></p><p>"Good evening," replied Baabby. "Do you have any maagic cloaks, by chaance? A friend suggested I might want to purchase one."</p><p></p><p>"Ve have quite a vide selection," said the vampire. "Did you have any particular qualities in mind?"</p><p></p><p>"Sam said there are cloaks that can help you evade maagic effects. Do you have anything like thaat?"</p><p></p><p>"But of course!" said the vampire, leading Baabby to a rack of colorful cloaks and showing him the available <em>cloaks of resistance</em>. "I particularly like this one," he said, holding up a black cloak with a wide collar and red lining - a traditional vampire cape if ever there was one.</p><p></p><p>"I think I'll take this one," said Baabby, choosing an all-white <em>cloak of protection +3</em>. He then wandered over to a display of leather belts, some thin enough to wear simply to hold up your pants, others wide enough to look like they'd only be worn by weightlifters. "Whaat do these do?" he asked. As the vampire went through their various magical properties, the baabarian stopped him as soon as he started describing the <em>belts of giant strength</em>. "Wait," he said. "You sell belts thaat will make me <em>even stronger thaan I aam now?</em>"</p><p></p><p>Upon assuring the sheep-man that they did indeed, the vampire soon had a customer very happy with his two purchases. Baabby strode out of the store wearing his new <em>belt of giant strength +4</em> and his <em>cloak of protection +3</em>. "You're up," he said. "Whaat's our wizard been up to?"</p><p></p><p>"I've been watching him," Sam replied. "And then he started watching me, only as soon as he realized he was watching me watching him, he ducked into that shop over there. He's still in there, as far as I can tell."</p><p></p><p>"Got it," said Baabby. "I'll take it from here."</p><p></p><p>Sam entered the magical clothing shop and jumped a bit at first spotting the vampire clerk - he hadn't strayed too far from his homeland much before meeting up with Baabby, and thus wasn't as used to seeing undead creatures mingling peacefully with the living. Still, his desire for a pair of magical gloves overcame his leeriness of dealing with a vampire clerk. After asking the crow his interests, the vampire took him to the glove section and displayed the various <em>gloves of dexterity</em>. "Ve have many colors," the vampire informed Sam. "The famous undead Skylander, Roller Brawl, has a lovely pair just like these," he said, holding up a pair of bright pink gloves.</p><p></p><p>"Hmm," said Sam. "Not quite what I had in mind. I think I'll stick to basic black. But do you have a catalogue, perhaps?"</p><p></p><p>"Ve do," confirmed the vampire. "Vhy?"</p><p></p><p>"I really want to see a picture of Roller Brawl's lovely pink pair," snickered Sam, trying his best to keep a straight face. Fortunately, the joke went right over the vampire's head - or, more likely, he chose to ignore it. But Sam paid for his black <em>gloves of dexterity +4</em> and strolled out of the store. Baabby informed him he'd been watching the store the wizard went into, but he hadn't come back out yet.</p><p></p><p>"Good," replied Sam. "Let's go get those rooms at the inn."</p><p></p><p>The inn wasn't too crowded; there was a green-skinned female elf in black leather armor at the bar talking to the Mabu bartender and a human drinking a beverage a few stools over. Baabby and Sam approached the bar and arranged to rent two rooms for the night, one for the two of them and one for Sapphrina. The bartender took their money for the rooms and informed the duo that dinner was available if they were interested.</p><p></p><p>"Do you have worm casserole?" asked Sam eagerly.</p><p></p><p>"Or graass saalaad?" inquired Baabby. The bartender gave the two a look that said "Boy, we get all kinds of weirdoes in this joint but I'd better be nice to the paying customers," and replied with, "Actually, good sirs, we were serving pizza tonight."</p><p></p><p>"Oh," said Sam, trying to hide his disappointment. "Okay then. That works, I guess." He and Baabby took a table in the corner and waited for the pizza to be brought to their table. From their vantage point, they were able to see anyone who entered or exited the barroom through the front entrance. And sure enough, minutes after the adventurers had settled at their table the human wizard who'd been trailing them walked into the room, looked around, and headed to the elf sitting at the bar. He pulled a piece of paper from his robe, looked nervously over at Baabby and Sam, pointed at them, and handed the paper over to the elf.</p><p></p><p>"I'm going to see what this is all about," decided Sam, getting up from his seat and approaching the wizard. "Hello, friendly and not at all suspicious stranger!" he greeted the wizard. "We're about to have some pizza - would you care to join us?" The wizard blanched, then rushed out of the building in a near panic.</p><p></p><p>"Whaat's his problem?" asked Baabby, still seated and patiently waiting for the food to come.</p><p></p><p>But Baabby and Sam had a problem of their own. The elf's eyes narrowed as she approached Sam and Baabby. She held up the paper she'd just been handed, which had a sketch of a pair of faces - a sheep and a crow - and the word "WANTED" in big letters above it. "You boys fit the descriptions of a pair of wanted criminals that have been seen in these parts recently," she declared.</p><p></p><p>"Really?" asked Sam, the voice of innocence. "What a coincidence! But not only are we not criminals, I don't look a thing like that picture there. Note the beady eyes, the drooping feathers, and the slack-jawed expression in the picture, compared to the powerful slope of my beak, my noble brow, and the overall trustworthiness of my piercing eyes. You know," he confided, "I'm part eagle on my mother's side."</p><p></p><p>"I'm still going to have to take you in for questioning."</p><p></p><p>"What?" squawked Sam. "This is an outrage! What are we - law-abiding citizens, and heroes to boot - supposed to have done?"</p><p></p><p>The elf referred to the sheet before her. "Destruction of a museum, theft of an airship, theft of a valuable artifact, attempting to start a volcanic eruption, and kidnapping a fairy," she read. "Those are some serious crimes," she said, her eyes narrowing even further. "What have you done with the fairy?"</p><p></p><p>"Nothing!" said Sam. "We're innocent of all charges! Who dares accuse the prophesied Courageous Sheep and, uh, Only-Slightly-Less-Courageous Crow of these devious deeds?"</p><p></p><p>There was a name at the bottom of the Wanted poster. "One 'Spee L. Poonk'," replied the elf.</p><p></p><p>"Spell punk!" hissed Sam, turning to Baabby. "That wizard guy was a spell punk!" Turning back to the elf - whom he had yet to recognize as <strong>Stealth Elf</strong>, one of the fabled Skylanders who worked for the Portal Master, Eon, and who was responsible for protecting all of Skylands from whatever dangers it might face - Sam tried to convince her they weren't the bad guys in this situation. "That guy who handed you this sheet of lies was a spell punk!" he explained. "Quick! Let's go get him and make him explain his actions!"</p><p></p><p>"You're the one who needs to do some explaining," said Stealth Elf, pulling out a dagger. "You and your baabarian buddy. Let's go!"</p><p></p><p>Baabby got up from his seat but hesitated at pulling out his greatsword. Instead, he concentrated on a commotion he could hear just outside. It sounded to the baabarian like somebody was saying, "The jig's up! They're right there, inside! We need to abort the mission!"</p><p></p><p>In the meantime, Sam put a hand on Stealth Elf's shoulder to try to pull her towards the door after the spell punk - big mistake! In a blur of motion, the Skylander's blade stabbed out at Sam, piercing him in the chest. "Hands off!" she demanded.</p><p></p><p>"Hands off!" agreed Sam, putting his hands in the air. "Look: hands in the air! And completely law-abiding crow <em>not</em> fighting back against the bounty hunter who just stabbed him! Because he realizes she's been led astray by a spell punk who's putting a frame job on us! Come on, let's go outside and find him!"</p><p></p><p>"He's just outside," pointed out Baabby, who had recognized the voice he'd heard. And now a female voice outside replied, "We have to go on with it! The Master demands it!"</p><p></p><p>Sam opened the doors to the tavern, with Stealth Elf's dagger pointed at his back and Baabby standing docilely at her side. The human wizard was standing in frenzied conversation with a human woman dressed similarly in purple robes.</p><p></p><p>"Excuse me!" called Sam. "'Mr. Poonk', was it? Or do you go by 'Mr. Spell Punk' instead?"</p><p></p><p>"They're on to us!" hissed the female wizard as Sam desperately concentrated, trying to disbelieve whatever illusion was making these two spell punks look like human wizards. While he wasn't able to pierce whatever spell was cloaking them, he did at least recall that spell punks floated above the ground instead of walking. Concentrating on the wizards' shadows, the little crow realized they didn't quite meet up with the wizards' feet.</p><p></p><p>In desperation, Sam tried one last approach. Summoning all of his convictions, he mentally prepared himself to voluntarily give up money and said to Stealth Elf, "I will give you 100 gold coins if you just go over there and touch that wizard's ankles." Seeing what Sam was doing, Baabby decided to sweeten the pot. "And I'll give you another 100 gold coins," he offered.</p><p></p><p>Unfortunately, the heroes didn't know who they were dealing with: a Skylander isn't motivated by money, but doing what's right for the safety of the entire Skylands, and there's no way Stealth Elf would jeopardize an opportunity to bring in two dangerous criminals to make a quick couple of hundred pieces of gold. Fortunately, their pleas for her to touch the ankles of the wizards - which would prove the "wizards" to be illusory, for the spell punks would be hovering, not standing on the grand - convinced the spell punks even if they did nothing to persuade the Skylander. "The jig is up!" cried the female "wizard," sending a barrage if <em>magic missiles</em> flying into Stealth Elf's face, before making a dash across the village square. The male "wizard" cast a similar spell, also hitting Stealth Elf without error, but by then she was already in motion.</p><p></p><p>"Okay, it looks like I may have been wrong about you two!" she called back to Baabby and Sam as she sprinted to the male "wizard" and stabbed at him with a pair of sharp daggers. Her slim blades cut through his robes and the startled mage dropped his illusion, revealing himself as a Magic spell punk. At the same time, a pair of bone chompies suddenly popped into view in the village square, indicating the nearby presence of a pair of invisible Undead spell punks.</p><p></p><p>"Toldja!" crowed Sam, pulling his Dynabow 3.0 from his back and letting loose with an explosive arrow. The brief explosion encompassed the spell punk Stealth Elf had just stabbed, and while the archer managed to keep the elf out of the blast radius he apparently - judging from the cries of pain - caught several other unseen opponents in its area of effect. Belatedly, Sam recalled that Magic spell punks could turn others invisible - there was no telling how many foes they were actually fighting! But then he remembered that a spell punk's magical effects vanished when he was slain, and he determined to kill the two magic spell punks as soon as possible to bring the other enemies into view.</p><p></p><p>Stealth Elf stabbed forward again with her blades, slicing two deep gashes in the Magic spell punk. But then a whole chorus of voices called out, from all around the village square, "By eight all was made; by eight all shall be undone."</p><p></p><p>Baabby raced forward, his <em>Rift-Weaver's Blade</em> in hand, and cut the Magic spell punk in two, the mage's purple robes fluttering to the ground upon his death. All at once, another eight spell punks popped into view: one each of the other seven standard elements, plus a spell punk from the newly-accepted Light element. They were arranged in a half-circle, chanting in unison.</p><p></p><p>Sam frantically tried to remember what special abilities each of the various spell punks could do - there were too many to keep straight! But he remembered that Earth spell punks could cast <em>stoneskin</em> spells upon their allies, and that ability irritated the little crow to no end because it practically guaranteed the uselessness of his non-explosive arrows. So, targeting the hovering spell punk dressed in the brown robes of an adherent of the Earth element, he let fly with a trio of arrows. Two of them hit, but they failed to bring the foe down. Sam cursed and ducked into a corner of the tavern's exterior, where he had a wall to either side of him and there was no way for an invisible foe to sneak up behind him.</p><p></p><p>The chanting continued: "By this sacrifice, eight shall become one with the Master; by our sacrifice, we open the window."</p><p></p><p>Sam saw an opportunity to explode an arrow between a Water spell punk and the other Magic spell punk and went for it. The explosion caught two other unseen foes as well, those whose invisibility had not yet been undone by the death of the one who so hid them. Stealth Elf stabbed at a Life spell punk with her slim blades and brought him down, while Baabby slew an Undead spell punk (causing the bone chompy he'd summoned to pop out of existence), then raced over to the remaining Magic spell punk, wanting all of their foes to be revealed. But before he could close the gap, the chanting finished up: "See us, Oh Great One, and we shall be your vessels; see this land and devour its fear!"</p><p></p><p>With the last word spoken, the sole remaining Magic spell punk's body exploded into a puff of purple smoke, which was then sucked straight up into the air as if by an exhaust fan. The other remaining spell punks became invisible upon its death, but seven of the now-revealed spell punks also exploded into puffs of colored smoke - each one's smoke keyed to the color corresponding to its element - and was whisked up into the air, where the eight colors mingled into a whirlwind, which opened thereafter into a rift in the sky. On the other side of this rift was an enormous, unblinking eye the size of a transportation balloon, looking down over the town. Wisps of smoke remained, forming a series of bars imprisoning the eye on its side of the rift.</p><p></p><p>Sam squinted up at the eye, judging distance, and was irritated to discover he wasn't likely to be able to shoot an explosive arrow all the way up there. How much he'd give to be able to explode Don's giant eyeball! So he did the next best thing: threw taunts at the self-styled "Devourer of Nightmares."</p><p></p><p>"Oh no!" cried Sam as loudly as he could. "I'm desperately afraid that I won't be able to give my good buddy Don another surprise package like I did the last time we met! Seriously: I fear that he won't get to wallow in my specially-formulated poop! How's that fear taste there, Donnie boy? Eat it all up: nom nom nom!"</p><p></p><p>But while Sam was looking up at the eyeball, he failed to note what the remaining spell punks (Air, Earth, Fire, and Water) were doing now. Reaching into their robes, each pulled out a greenish stone, and from each stone suddenly sprouted a writhing tentacle with an eyeball at its tip. The eyeball-tentacles whipped around, looking for suitable targets. There was also a Dark spell punk approaching Sam from the west, but he wasn't part of the "eyeball-tentacle club." Instead, he used his innate powers to create a black hole in the middle of the square, encompassing Baabby and Stealth Elf within its radius.</p><p></p><p>Realizing that Stealth Elf probably hadn't encountered these new spell punks before, Baabby called out for her to run as fast as she could to escape its area of effect while he did the same thing. Both ran in slow motion, the black hole causing them to run at half their normal speed.</p><p></p><p>A telepathic grumbling blasted down from the sky above. <You had to do the ritual <em>here,</em> in front of <em>these</em> guys?> griped the Devourer of Nightmares. <I need to upgrade to a better quality of minion!> At that, the four spell punks holding the eyeball-tentacles cowered in fear, worried about having disappointed their evil master. But Don took out his frustration on Sam Crow, the little bird with the big mouth, sending a beam of energy from the eyeball carried by the Fire spell punk straight into Sam's chest, drawing forth a bit of his life-energy and causing him to be shaken just a bit.</p><p></p><p>Two other rays shot out at Stealth Elf, but she expertly dodged both. Another hit Baabby in the chest, but he managed to shake off the fear effects.</p><p></p><p>Out of the gravity well of the black hole effect, Stealth Elf headed over to the nearest spell punk, blades gleaming. Sam got off a shot at the Earth spell punk, killing it, and the stone shattered when it hit the ground, immediately closing the rift on its surface and causing the tip of the eyeball-tentacle to flop around like a fish on land as it began dissolving. As Baabby swung his <em>Rift-Weaver's Blade</em> at the Fire spell punk, killing him, the Light spell punk shot a blast of <em>chain lightning</em> at Stealth Elf. The Skylander easily dodged it, but an arc shot off from where it struck at her feet and hit Sam, singeing his feathers. (Fortunately, as a crow, his feathers were already black so the singeing didn't show.) </p><p></p><p>The Air spell punk was taken out by a barrage of arrows from the Dynabow 3.0. But the Light spell punk hit Stealth Elf with another blast, this time knocking her unconscious. Immediately, a column of energy whirled around her, causing her to disappear - apparently, Skylanders got whisked back to their Headquarters by Master Eon or his minions when they got taken out in a combat - a definite boon!</p><p></p><p>"Hey! No fair!" complained Sam. When he or Baabby got taken out during a battle, the other one had to take time to go feed him a healing potion! But the crow took his hostilities out on the Light spell punk, especially since his Tech bow had charged up another explosive arrow. When the explosion finished, the Light spell punk was finished right along with it.</p><p></p><p><I'll make a bargain with you> suggested the Devourer of Nightmares from above the town. <Leave the rest of my spell punks alone, and I'll go elsewhere for my sustenance! I'll devour the nightmares of animals in a forest and leave these townspeople, and you, alone!></p><p></p><p>"Yeah?" asked Sam. "And why would we trust you?"</p><p></p><p><My kind always keeps its word> Don thought at the heroes. <I'll even throw in the answer to any one question you might ask.></p><p></p><p>Baabby looked thoughtful, as if trying to decide what would be a good question to ask. "Don't do it, Baabby!" warned Sam. "We can't trust Don! Plus, the fact that he's trying to bargain with us means he's afraid of us winning! Why don't you eat your own fear, there, Donnie Boy - I hope you choke on it!"</p><p></p><p>Baabby gave Don his answer to the bargain by slaying the Water spell punk with one blow of his magic greatsword, destroying another eyeball-tentacle in the process. That left only the Dark spell punk left, and he didn't look particularly pleased at this turn of events. He started fleeing around the circumference of his black hole, with Baabby trying to cut him off. Sam shot a trio of arrows at the spell punk, softening him up, but the blast the archer received in return knocked the little crow out. It didn't matter in the long run, though - Baabby caught up to the Dark spell punk, and one swing of his <em>Rift-Weaver's Blade</em> was all it took to run him through. With all of the spell punks slain, the rift in the sky overhead began closing, leaving Baabby to wonder how a giant eyeball without eyelids or eyebrows could still manage to <em>glare</em> as well as it did.</p><p></p><p>But then he ran over to his companion and poured the contents of one of Sam's own healing potions from his belt down his throat. Sam sputtered, sat up, and asked, "Did we get 'em?"</p><p></p><p>"We sure did, buddy!" replied Baabby, cheerful that the battle had gone their way.</p><p></p><p>That evening, when Sapphrina met up with the two heroes at the tavern, they had plenty to tell her about their night out on the town. But she had a tale of her own, as well.</p><p></p><p>"According to my research," she said, "there's an abandoned Arkeyan workshop where they were trying to create a device that would grant 'a single <em>wish</em>, doubled.'"</p><p></p><p>"What's that mean?" asked Sam.</p><p></p><p>"It means thaat's where we're going next," guessed Baabby.</p><p></p><p>"That's right," confirmed Sapphrina. "We just might be able to <em>wish</em> the Tech rune for your sword into existence."</p><p></p><p>"Sounds like a plan," agreed Sam before turning to call for the tavern keeper. "Hey, do you have any pizza with worm toppings?" he asked.</p><p></p><p>"Or graass toppings?' added Baabby hopefully. The tavern keeper put on his best "It's certainly a pleasure to deal with you lovely customers" smile and promised to go into the kitchen to look.</p><p></p><p> - - -</p><p></p><p>Logan came up with a really innovative idea to represent the black hole effect. From Hobby Lobby he picked up a square foot or so of a black fabric mesh. He then took a piece of cardboard, cut it into the size circle he wanted, and since the mesh was tricky to cut he laid it flat on the cardboard circle and folded it over, taping it in place along the four corners. This gave him the stability needed to cut out a pretty accurate circle of mesh fabric, which was then placed onto our battle mat (he used a Paizo Flip-Mat, <em>Village Square</em>) to represent the black hole's location. I had done something similar years ago using construction paper for <em>acid cloud</em> and <em>obscuring mist</em> effects, but the mesh has the advantage of being see-through, so you can still see the one-inch squares beneath the mesh. It's an elegant solution, one which I'll be using myself as I DM our 3.5 campaign.</p><p></p><p>Logan also says there are other colors of mesh available at Hobby Lobby, so he's eager to make different-sized and different-colored mesh circles for varying spell effects.</p><p></p><p>I'm learning quite a lot as a player in this campaign, not only about Skylanders lore but also about Harry's abilities as a role-player and that it's a pretty cool synergy to have two DMs in the same household.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Richards, post: 7160457, member: 508"] [b]ADVENTURE 15: NIGHT OUT ON THE TOWN[/b] PC Roster: [INDENT]Baabby, humanoid sheep barbarian/cleric (Life) 8 Sam Crow, humanoid crow ranger/rogue 8[/INDENT] NPC Roster: [INDENT]Stealth Elf, elf monk 10/rogue 10[/INDENT] Game Session Date: 1 July 2017 - - - The troll airship dropped safely to the ground just outside the outskirts of town and its three passengers stepped off. The sun was just starting to sink beneath the horizon, and throughout the town the streetlights were being lit. "You guys get us a room for the night," Sapphrina said. "I'm heading off to the library to research what I can about the missing Tech rune. I'll meet you tonight, after the library closes for the evening." "Aall right," agreed Baabby. "Hey," said Sam, watching their fairy friend fly over towards a separate group of buildings in the distance - presumably where the library was located. "We might be able to pick up some equipment in town while we're here!" "Whaat kind of equipment?" asked Baabby. "Magic stuff!" enthused Sam as the two walked down the street. Spotting a magic weapons shop, he said, "Like they have in here! C'mon, Baabby!" Entering the shop, Baabby and Sam noted the Mabu clerk - the owner, no doubt - behind the counter. Besides them, there was only a single other customer, a human wizard by the looks of him, examining the sample of enchanted daggers on display. He looked up at the two adventurers as they entered the shop, then quickly averted his eyes. "May I help you?" asked the friendly Mabu owner. "We're just looking for now," advised Baabby, before turning to his crow companion. "What do we need more weapons for? I've got my [i]Rift-Weaver's Blade[/i] and you've got your Dynabow 3.0. And Sapphrina's got your spare bow. Do we really want more weapons?" "Maybe not, but they don't just sell weapons in a place like this. Here, look!" Sam approached a display shelf featuring magic gauntlets and bracers. "Ooh, how much for the [i]bracers of archery[/i]?" he asked the clerk. "Twenty-five thousand for the greater version, and five thousand for the lesser version," replied the clerk. That tracked with what Sam knew about the cost of such things; unfortunately, the little crow had only a tad bit over 23,000 gold pieces at hand. "I don't suppose you have any discounts for incredibly good-looking crow heroes?" "I'm afraid not, sir," replied the Mabu. "Pity," sighed Sam. "I guess I'll take this lesser set, then." He pulled out a sack of coins valued at 5,000 gold pieces from his pack, having already separated that amount back on the airship anticipating such a purchase, and handed them over to the clerk. The Mabu did a quick count, then thanked the crow for his purchase and wished him a good day. "You see anything you want?" asked Sam. "Not really," replied Baabby. "Like I said, I have all the weapons I need." "You could always use a good ranged weapon," suggested Sam. "Naah. I leave the ranged stuff to you guys. And if I need to, I can aalways use an attaack spell." "Okay, just a suggestion," said Sam. As they left the shop, they could feel the eyes of the human wizard upon them. Sam looked back over his shoulder at him as they exited the building, and then several times as they walked down the street. Sure enough, the wizard departed the weapon shop shortly after the adventuring duo had, and followed behind them at a safe distance. "Hey, here's a magic clothing shop!" said Sam, spotting a gaudy-looking shop up ahead. "You go see if there's anything in there you like, while I hang out here. Then, when you're done we can swap." "Problem?" asked Baabby. "I just want to see what Mr. Suspicious Wizard is up to, is all," replied the archer. Baabby looked over at the wizard in question, who felt the heroes' stares and ducked into a nearby shop selling writing supplies. The baabarian shrugged and entered the magic clothing shop. "Good evening," said the vampire behind the counter. Baabby was nonplussed by the appearance of the undead shop owner; after all, Undead was one of the eight traditional elements recognized in the Skylands and was seen by most Skylanders as just as valid as any of the others. Plus, most vampires didn't go around attacking people and sucking their blood, any more than most baabarians attacked everyone they met in a blood-red frenzy. Stereotypes abounded, of course, but most folk had the common sense to judge individuals on an individual basis. "Good evening," replied Baabby. "Do you have any maagic cloaks, by chaance? A friend suggested I might want to purchase one." "Ve have quite a vide selection," said the vampire. "Did you have any particular qualities in mind?" "Sam said there are cloaks that can help you evade maagic effects. Do you have anything like thaat?" "But of course!" said the vampire, leading Baabby to a rack of colorful cloaks and showing him the available [i]cloaks of resistance[/i]. "I particularly like this one," he said, holding up a black cloak with a wide collar and red lining - a traditional vampire cape if ever there was one. "I think I'll take this one," said Baabby, choosing an all-white [i]cloak of protection +3[/i]. He then wandered over to a display of leather belts, some thin enough to wear simply to hold up your pants, others wide enough to look like they'd only be worn by weightlifters. "Whaat do these do?" he asked. As the vampire went through their various magical properties, the baabarian stopped him as soon as he started describing the [i]belts of giant strength[/i]. "Wait," he said. "You sell belts thaat will make me [i]even stronger thaan I aam now?[/i]" Upon assuring the sheep-man that they did indeed, the vampire soon had a customer very happy with his two purchases. Baabby strode out of the store wearing his new [i]belt of giant strength +4[/i] and his [i]cloak of protection +3[/i]. "You're up," he said. "Whaat's our wizard been up to?" "I've been watching him," Sam replied. "And then he started watching me, only as soon as he realized he was watching me watching him, he ducked into that shop over there. He's still in there, as far as I can tell." "Got it," said Baabby. "I'll take it from here." Sam entered the magical clothing shop and jumped a bit at first spotting the vampire clerk - he hadn't strayed too far from his homeland much before meeting up with Baabby, and thus wasn't as used to seeing undead creatures mingling peacefully with the living. Still, his desire for a pair of magical gloves overcame his leeriness of dealing with a vampire clerk. After asking the crow his interests, the vampire took him to the glove section and displayed the various [i]gloves of dexterity[/i]. "Ve have many colors," the vampire informed Sam. "The famous undead Skylander, Roller Brawl, has a lovely pair just like these," he said, holding up a pair of bright pink gloves. "Hmm," said Sam. "Not quite what I had in mind. I think I'll stick to basic black. But do you have a catalogue, perhaps?" "Ve do," confirmed the vampire. "Vhy?" "I really want to see a picture of Roller Brawl's lovely pink pair," snickered Sam, trying his best to keep a straight face. Fortunately, the joke went right over the vampire's head - or, more likely, he chose to ignore it. But Sam paid for his black [i]gloves of dexterity +4[/i] and strolled out of the store. Baabby informed him he'd been watching the store the wizard went into, but he hadn't come back out yet. "Good," replied Sam. "Let's go get those rooms at the inn." The inn wasn't too crowded; there was a green-skinned female elf in black leather armor at the bar talking to the Mabu bartender and a human drinking a beverage a few stools over. Baabby and Sam approached the bar and arranged to rent two rooms for the night, one for the two of them and one for Sapphrina. The bartender took their money for the rooms and informed the duo that dinner was available if they were interested. "Do you have worm casserole?" asked Sam eagerly. "Or graass saalaad?" inquired Baabby. The bartender gave the two a look that said "Boy, we get all kinds of weirdoes in this joint but I'd better be nice to the paying customers," and replied with, "Actually, good sirs, we were serving pizza tonight." "Oh," said Sam, trying to hide his disappointment. "Okay then. That works, I guess." He and Baabby took a table in the corner and waited for the pizza to be brought to their table. From their vantage point, they were able to see anyone who entered or exited the barroom through the front entrance. And sure enough, minutes after the adventurers had settled at their table the human wizard who'd been trailing them walked into the room, looked around, and headed to the elf sitting at the bar. He pulled a piece of paper from his robe, looked nervously over at Baabby and Sam, pointed at them, and handed the paper over to the elf. "I'm going to see what this is all about," decided Sam, getting up from his seat and approaching the wizard. "Hello, friendly and not at all suspicious stranger!" he greeted the wizard. "We're about to have some pizza - would you care to join us?" The wizard blanched, then rushed out of the building in a near panic. "Whaat's his problem?" asked Baabby, still seated and patiently waiting for the food to come. But Baabby and Sam had a problem of their own. The elf's eyes narrowed as she approached Sam and Baabby. She held up the paper she'd just been handed, which had a sketch of a pair of faces - a sheep and a crow - and the word "WANTED" in big letters above it. "You boys fit the descriptions of a pair of wanted criminals that have been seen in these parts recently," she declared. "Really?" asked Sam, the voice of innocence. "What a coincidence! But not only are we not criminals, I don't look a thing like that picture there. Note the beady eyes, the drooping feathers, and the slack-jawed expression in the picture, compared to the powerful slope of my beak, my noble brow, and the overall trustworthiness of my piercing eyes. You know," he confided, "I'm part eagle on my mother's side." "I'm still going to have to take you in for questioning." "What?" squawked Sam. "This is an outrage! What are we - law-abiding citizens, and heroes to boot - supposed to have done?" The elf referred to the sheet before her. "Destruction of a museum, theft of an airship, theft of a valuable artifact, attempting to start a volcanic eruption, and kidnapping a fairy," she read. "Those are some serious crimes," she said, her eyes narrowing even further. "What have you done with the fairy?" "Nothing!" said Sam. "We're innocent of all charges! Who dares accuse the prophesied Courageous Sheep and, uh, Only-Slightly-Less-Courageous Crow of these devious deeds?" There was a name at the bottom of the Wanted poster. "One 'Spee L. Poonk'," replied the elf. "Spell punk!" hissed Sam, turning to Baabby. "That wizard guy was a spell punk!" Turning back to the elf - whom he had yet to recognize as [b]Stealth Elf[/b], one of the fabled Skylanders who worked for the Portal Master, Eon, and who was responsible for protecting all of Skylands from whatever dangers it might face - Sam tried to convince her they weren't the bad guys in this situation. "That guy who handed you this sheet of lies was a spell punk!" he explained. "Quick! Let's go get him and make him explain his actions!" "You're the one who needs to do some explaining," said Stealth Elf, pulling out a dagger. "You and your baabarian buddy. Let's go!" Baabby got up from his seat but hesitated at pulling out his greatsword. Instead, he concentrated on a commotion he could hear just outside. It sounded to the baabarian like somebody was saying, "The jig's up! They're right there, inside! We need to abort the mission!" In the meantime, Sam put a hand on Stealth Elf's shoulder to try to pull her towards the door after the spell punk - big mistake! In a blur of motion, the Skylander's blade stabbed out at Sam, piercing him in the chest. "Hands off!" she demanded. "Hands off!" agreed Sam, putting his hands in the air. "Look: hands in the air! And completely law-abiding crow [i]not[/i] fighting back against the bounty hunter who just stabbed him! Because he realizes she's been led astray by a spell punk who's putting a frame job on us! Come on, let's go outside and find him!" "He's just outside," pointed out Baabby, who had recognized the voice he'd heard. And now a female voice outside replied, "We have to go on with it! The Master demands it!" Sam opened the doors to the tavern, with Stealth Elf's dagger pointed at his back and Baabby standing docilely at her side. The human wizard was standing in frenzied conversation with a human woman dressed similarly in purple robes. "Excuse me!" called Sam. "'Mr. Poonk', was it? Or do you go by 'Mr. Spell Punk' instead?" "They're on to us!" hissed the female wizard as Sam desperately concentrated, trying to disbelieve whatever illusion was making these two spell punks look like human wizards. While he wasn't able to pierce whatever spell was cloaking them, he did at least recall that spell punks floated above the ground instead of walking. Concentrating on the wizards' shadows, the little crow realized they didn't quite meet up with the wizards' feet. In desperation, Sam tried one last approach. Summoning all of his convictions, he mentally prepared himself to voluntarily give up money and said to Stealth Elf, "I will give you 100 gold coins if you just go over there and touch that wizard's ankles." Seeing what Sam was doing, Baabby decided to sweeten the pot. "And I'll give you another 100 gold coins," he offered. Unfortunately, the heroes didn't know who they were dealing with: a Skylander isn't motivated by money, but doing what's right for the safety of the entire Skylands, and there's no way Stealth Elf would jeopardize an opportunity to bring in two dangerous criminals to make a quick couple of hundred pieces of gold. Fortunately, their pleas for her to touch the ankles of the wizards - which would prove the "wizards" to be illusory, for the spell punks would be hovering, not standing on the grand - convinced the spell punks even if they did nothing to persuade the Skylander. "The jig is up!" cried the female "wizard," sending a barrage if [i]magic missiles[/i] flying into Stealth Elf's face, before making a dash across the village square. The male "wizard" cast a similar spell, also hitting Stealth Elf without error, but by then she was already in motion. "Okay, it looks like I may have been wrong about you two!" she called back to Baabby and Sam as she sprinted to the male "wizard" and stabbed at him with a pair of sharp daggers. Her slim blades cut through his robes and the startled mage dropped his illusion, revealing himself as a Magic spell punk. At the same time, a pair of bone chompies suddenly popped into view in the village square, indicating the nearby presence of a pair of invisible Undead spell punks. "Toldja!" crowed Sam, pulling his Dynabow 3.0 from his back and letting loose with an explosive arrow. The brief explosion encompassed the spell punk Stealth Elf had just stabbed, and while the archer managed to keep the elf out of the blast radius he apparently - judging from the cries of pain - caught several other unseen opponents in its area of effect. Belatedly, Sam recalled that Magic spell punks could turn others invisible - there was no telling how many foes they were actually fighting! But then he remembered that a spell punk's magical effects vanished when he was slain, and he determined to kill the two magic spell punks as soon as possible to bring the other enemies into view. Stealth Elf stabbed forward again with her blades, slicing two deep gashes in the Magic spell punk. But then a whole chorus of voices called out, from all around the village square, "By eight all was made; by eight all shall be undone." Baabby raced forward, his [i]Rift-Weaver's Blade[/i] in hand, and cut the Magic spell punk in two, the mage's purple robes fluttering to the ground upon his death. All at once, another eight spell punks popped into view: one each of the other seven standard elements, plus a spell punk from the newly-accepted Light element. They were arranged in a half-circle, chanting in unison. Sam frantically tried to remember what special abilities each of the various spell punks could do - there were too many to keep straight! But he remembered that Earth spell punks could cast [i]stoneskin[/i] spells upon their allies, and that ability irritated the little crow to no end because it practically guaranteed the uselessness of his non-explosive arrows. So, targeting the hovering spell punk dressed in the brown robes of an adherent of the Earth element, he let fly with a trio of arrows. Two of them hit, but they failed to bring the foe down. Sam cursed and ducked into a corner of the tavern's exterior, where he had a wall to either side of him and there was no way for an invisible foe to sneak up behind him. The chanting continued: "By this sacrifice, eight shall become one with the Master; by our sacrifice, we open the window." Sam saw an opportunity to explode an arrow between a Water spell punk and the other Magic spell punk and went for it. The explosion caught two other unseen foes as well, those whose invisibility had not yet been undone by the death of the one who so hid them. Stealth Elf stabbed at a Life spell punk with her slim blades and brought him down, while Baabby slew an Undead spell punk (causing the bone chompy he'd summoned to pop out of existence), then raced over to the remaining Magic spell punk, wanting all of their foes to be revealed. But before he could close the gap, the chanting finished up: "See us, Oh Great One, and we shall be your vessels; see this land and devour its fear!" With the last word spoken, the sole remaining Magic spell punk's body exploded into a puff of purple smoke, which was then sucked straight up into the air as if by an exhaust fan. The other remaining spell punks became invisible upon its death, but seven of the now-revealed spell punks also exploded into puffs of colored smoke - each one's smoke keyed to the color corresponding to its element - and was whisked up into the air, where the eight colors mingled into a whirlwind, which opened thereafter into a rift in the sky. On the other side of this rift was an enormous, unblinking eye the size of a transportation balloon, looking down over the town. Wisps of smoke remained, forming a series of bars imprisoning the eye on its side of the rift. Sam squinted up at the eye, judging distance, and was irritated to discover he wasn't likely to be able to shoot an explosive arrow all the way up there. How much he'd give to be able to explode Don's giant eyeball! So he did the next best thing: threw taunts at the self-styled "Devourer of Nightmares." "Oh no!" cried Sam as loudly as he could. "I'm desperately afraid that I won't be able to give my good buddy Don another surprise package like I did the last time we met! Seriously: I fear that he won't get to wallow in my specially-formulated poop! How's that fear taste there, Donnie boy? Eat it all up: nom nom nom!" But while Sam was looking up at the eyeball, he failed to note what the remaining spell punks (Air, Earth, Fire, and Water) were doing now. Reaching into their robes, each pulled out a greenish stone, and from each stone suddenly sprouted a writhing tentacle with an eyeball at its tip. The eyeball-tentacles whipped around, looking for suitable targets. There was also a Dark spell punk approaching Sam from the west, but he wasn't part of the "eyeball-tentacle club." Instead, he used his innate powers to create a black hole in the middle of the square, encompassing Baabby and Stealth Elf within its radius. Realizing that Stealth Elf probably hadn't encountered these new spell punks before, Baabby called out for her to run as fast as she could to escape its area of effect while he did the same thing. Both ran in slow motion, the black hole causing them to run at half their normal speed. A telepathic grumbling blasted down from the sky above. <You had to do the ritual [i]here,[/i] in front of [i]these[/i] guys?> griped the Devourer of Nightmares. <I need to upgrade to a better quality of minion!> At that, the four spell punks holding the eyeball-tentacles cowered in fear, worried about having disappointed their evil master. But Don took out his frustration on Sam Crow, the little bird with the big mouth, sending a beam of energy from the eyeball carried by the Fire spell punk straight into Sam's chest, drawing forth a bit of his life-energy and causing him to be shaken just a bit. Two other rays shot out at Stealth Elf, but she expertly dodged both. Another hit Baabby in the chest, but he managed to shake off the fear effects. Out of the gravity well of the black hole effect, Stealth Elf headed over to the nearest spell punk, blades gleaming. Sam got off a shot at the Earth spell punk, killing it, and the stone shattered when it hit the ground, immediately closing the rift on its surface and causing the tip of the eyeball-tentacle to flop around like a fish on land as it began dissolving. As Baabby swung his [i]Rift-Weaver's Blade[/i] at the Fire spell punk, killing him, the Light spell punk shot a blast of [i]chain lightning[/i] at Stealth Elf. The Skylander easily dodged it, but an arc shot off from where it struck at her feet and hit Sam, singeing his feathers. (Fortunately, as a crow, his feathers were already black so the singeing didn't show.) The Air spell punk was taken out by a barrage of arrows from the Dynabow 3.0. But the Light spell punk hit Stealth Elf with another blast, this time knocking her unconscious. Immediately, a column of energy whirled around her, causing her to disappear - apparently, Skylanders got whisked back to their Headquarters by Master Eon or his minions when they got taken out in a combat - a definite boon! "Hey! No fair!" complained Sam. When he or Baabby got taken out during a battle, the other one had to take time to go feed him a healing potion! But the crow took his hostilities out on the Light spell punk, especially since his Tech bow had charged up another explosive arrow. When the explosion finished, the Light spell punk was finished right along with it. <I'll make a bargain with you> suggested the Devourer of Nightmares from above the town. <Leave the rest of my spell punks alone, and I'll go elsewhere for my sustenance! I'll devour the nightmares of animals in a forest and leave these townspeople, and you, alone!> "Yeah?" asked Sam. "And why would we trust you?" <My kind always keeps its word> Don thought at the heroes. <I'll even throw in the answer to any one question you might ask.> Baabby looked thoughtful, as if trying to decide what would be a good question to ask. "Don't do it, Baabby!" warned Sam. "We can't trust Don! Plus, the fact that he's trying to bargain with us means he's afraid of us winning! Why don't you eat your own fear, there, Donnie Boy - I hope you choke on it!" Baabby gave Don his answer to the bargain by slaying the Water spell punk with one blow of his magic greatsword, destroying another eyeball-tentacle in the process. That left only the Dark spell punk left, and he didn't look particularly pleased at this turn of events. He started fleeing around the circumference of his black hole, with Baabby trying to cut him off. Sam shot a trio of arrows at the spell punk, softening him up, but the blast the archer received in return knocked the little crow out. It didn't matter in the long run, though - Baabby caught up to the Dark spell punk, and one swing of his [i]Rift-Weaver's Blade[/i] was all it took to run him through. With all of the spell punks slain, the rift in the sky overhead began closing, leaving Baabby to wonder how a giant eyeball without eyelids or eyebrows could still manage to [i]glare[/i] as well as it did. But then he ran over to his companion and poured the contents of one of Sam's own healing potions from his belt down his throat. Sam sputtered, sat up, and asked, "Did we get 'em?" "We sure did, buddy!" replied Baabby, cheerful that the battle had gone their way. That evening, when Sapphrina met up with the two heroes at the tavern, they had plenty to tell her about their night out on the town. But she had a tale of her own, as well. "According to my research," she said, "there's an abandoned Arkeyan workshop where they were trying to create a device that would grant 'a single [i]wish[/i], doubled.'" "What's that mean?" asked Sam. "It means thaat's where we're going next," guessed Baabby. "That's right," confirmed Sapphrina. "We just might be able to [i]wish[/i] the Tech rune for your sword into existence." "Sounds like a plan," agreed Sam before turning to call for the tavern keeper. "Hey, do you have any pizza with worm toppings?" he asked. "Or graass toppings?' added Baabby hopefully. The tavern keeper put on his best "It's certainly a pleasure to deal with you lovely customers" smile and promised to go into the kitchen to look. - - - Logan came up with a really innovative idea to represent the black hole effect. From Hobby Lobby he picked up a square foot or so of a black fabric mesh. He then took a piece of cardboard, cut it into the size circle he wanted, and since the mesh was tricky to cut he laid it flat on the cardboard circle and folded it over, taping it in place along the four corners. This gave him the stability needed to cut out a pretty accurate circle of mesh fabric, which was then placed onto our battle mat (he used a Paizo Flip-Mat, [i]Village Square[/i]) to represent the black hole's location. I had done something similar years ago using construction paper for [i]acid cloud[/i] and [i]obscuring mist[/i] effects, but the mesh has the advantage of being see-through, so you can still see the one-inch squares beneath the mesh. It's an elegant solution, one which I'll be using myself as I DM our 3.5 campaign. Logan also says there are other colors of mesh available at Hobby Lobby, so he's eager to make different-sized and different-colored mesh circles for varying spell effects. I'm learning quite a lot as a player in this campaign, not only about Skylanders lore but also about Harry's abilities as a role-player and that it's a pretty cool synergy to have two DMs in the same household. [/QUOTE]
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