The Continuing Adventures of the Knights of the Silver Quill: Glacier Season
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RE: Kids Quiz...
I'd go for Anti-Magic-Field as a Bonus Spell and a Harm/Heal as the regular one. Depends if you want to really slay someone or stay alive long...
How come you don't get a bonus spell, no 22 Wisdom ??? 
Everybody help the Doc move his stuff. I'd come to RI to help, but it's quite a long drive over the atlantic ocean...
@ Xaltar: I'm very interested in your DB idea. Especially in a nice HTML output format. Have you designed that page yet?
Regards,
the KNiGHT
I'd go for Anti-Magic-Field as a Bonus Spell and a Harm/Heal as the regular one. Depends if you want to really slay someone or stay alive long...
How come you don't get a bonus spell, no 22 Wisdom ??? Everybody help the Doc move his stuff. I'd come to RI to help, but it's quite a long drive over the atlantic ocean...
@ Xaltar: I'm very interested in your DB idea. Especially in a nice HTML output format. Have you designed that page yet?
Regards,
the KNiGHT
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Dr Midnight
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Session 34
Starday, 1st of Needfest
DEEPER, DARKER, DEADLIER
The Knights examined the two ogre rooms carefully. Aside from stench, filth and more stench, there was nothing to be found… until Jettok exclaimed "Here now! This isn't right. Why put a stone at this position, unless…" He pushed it, and a secret door swung into the wall. The dwarf beamed with pride. On entering the passageway, they found another door leading into a tiny room. It had a wooden workbench and cabinets, several rotted books laying about the floor, and cobwebbed rubble. When the Temple was caved in several years ago it seemed this room was spared from much of the destruction.
"What is this place?" Kyla asked.
"It's a wizard's workstation," Rafflorn replied. "You know, for reading, crafting wands and rings, storing books." He bent down to pick a book up off the floor- one of only two that was still held in a binding.
Vek spoke suddenly. "Don't touch that book."
Rafflorn looked up, surprised. "Why not?"
"That book has the power to affect my standing with my god… meaning it's dangerous."
Rafflorn turned the book over with a dagger to reveal the title: Laws And Evil. "That doesn't sound dangerous," Raff said. Vek shrugged and put a bag over the book, flipped the bag, and put it in his backpack. Another book was found, this one titled On Leading Men. This was also bagged and packed. The cabinets were searched and three iron boxes were found, each containing varying amounts of silver, gold, and platinum. The coins were taken. The group left the room.
They walked down the hallway. Up ahead the corridor turned dark. There was apparently a large amount of rubble that hadn't yet been cleared away. It was… standing upright? "EARTH ELEMENTAL!" Jettok yelled, and the party just barely dodged an immense boulder thrown down the hallway at them. Battle began.
Dartan did what Dartans do best- that is, he ran forward and began chopping at the giant stone creature with his sword. His blade cut large wedges of rock and dirt from the thing. The pebbles and stone chips flew. A stone giant stood nearby, hurling rocks. Katya blasted it with a lance of lightning. Jettok charged it and cleaved its kneecap with one mighty swing of his dwarven greataxe.
The earth elemental raised its rocklike fist and smashed Dartan with it. The warrior still stood, but bled and teetered on his feet. "Healing! I need healing!" Kyla answered the call and ran forward. She had to duck as the elemental swung a wagon-sized fist at her, but she skidded to a stop and slapped her hands against Dartan's back.
"Pelor, take from this man his wounds, and shine upon us in our hour of need! Of this your humble servant begs."
Dartan straightened as the healing magic coursed through him. He bared his teeth and strode forward, chopping with every step. He swung his sword like a mad woodsman. He turned the earth elemental into a large pile of so much dust and broken rock. Jettok, who'd been done with the stone giant for a few moments, nodded in approval. They moved on.
The corridor took a left, then a sharp right about fifty feet down. On the left was a set of double-doors. Dartan didn't wait to have the doors examined. He still had perhaps too much bloodlust left to burn. He opened the doors. The party looked in, at a corridor that widened and branched into two large rooms. Inside each room was a large group of hobgoblins. Dartan sneered and began to walk forward, when Katya put a hand on his shoulder. "No, wait! Look- the hobgoblins are dressed in rags. They're exhausted. They're slaves! The poor things…"
Jettok looked disgusted. "Poor things?!"
The hobgoblins saw them, but didn't react in any noteworthy way. Their sad eyes passed over the adventurers with little interest.
Vek saw two doors in the tunnel walls. He approached one and looked at the others. "If there are slaves, then there must be…" he unsheathed his sword and kicked in the door. "SLAVERS!!" A group of slaver ogres sat surprised in the room, then scrambled for weapons.
Vek and Dartan waded in, cutting and killing. The other door opened and ogres began piling out of it- until Katya detonated a fireball in their midst. Rafflorn killed the others with a well-placed line of lightning.
The battle really wasn't much of a challenge. When the ogre slavers lay dead, the hobgoblins nervously kept their distance. One stepped out and started to walk towards the group. Jettok blocked the way. The hobgoblin attempted to walk around him into one of the rooms the ogres had been inhabiting, but Jettok stepped in the way again and asked "Where do you think you're going, ugly?"
The hobgoblin looked flustered and spoke through clenched teeth, in perfect common, "Let's move in the other room so we can talk." Jettok was a little too stunned to argue, so they walked into the room. The hobgoblin's image shimmered and melted away. Kella the druid stood there. "You guys certainly took your time. What were you doing all night, celebrating New Year's while I'm stuck down here?" The party paused, searching for a way to explain the situation, and she waved it away. "I'm sorry, I'm just a little stressed from living like this for a day. I worked like… like a hobgoblin. It was horrible, and I'm a little cranky. Forgive me. What news?"
They told her what had happened, and how the plan now stood. She nodded. "Okay, then. If you'll continue down the corridor and keep to the right, you'll find a staircase leading down into the lower level of the Temple. That's where you'll find… whatever it is you need to destroy. That reminds me, yesterday a group of heavily-armored orcs and ogres passed through the area, heading downward. They were surrounding a black knight."
"Black knight?"
"Yes… He wore coal-black armor, covered in hideous spikes and designs."
"Had the orcs and ogres taken him prisoner, do you think?"
Kella thought. "No. It seemed to me that they were providing him with an armed escort. I don't know any more about it… gossip rarely reaches the hobgoblin slaves. I should have picked a better creature to polymorph into."
Behind them, in the room, was a five-foot wide passageway leading into darkness. "Where does this go?" Rafflorn asked.
Kella dismissed the idea. "You don't want to go there."
Of course, this immediately captured and held the interest of the fighters in the group. They'd not have their pride sullied with something like avoidance. "Why don't we want to go in there?" Dartan asked.
"Beholder. Big, nasty thing floating about with eyes…"
"Yeah, we know what a beholder is," Vek said.
"Oh. Well, anyway, the beholder's here to use its disintegration beams on the rubble to clear it away. It's dangerous, and not a major player here in the Temple. So, forget about it."
The Knights shifted on their heels. A beholder! They'd never fought one, but every adventurer in the Flanaess had heard of brave tales against the perilous beasts. It was also widely known that beholders kept valuable treasure in their lairs. Fighting a beholder was a staple of adventuring life, like a pilgrimage to a holy land. Passing this opportunity by was a heartwrenching prospect. They couldn't do it. "Let's go kill it," Dartan said.
Kella looked at him in shock. "What… why?? There's no reason! It's not in your way. Besides, you may be the only adventuring group between Tharizdun and the entire world. Risking your lives for an unnecessary cause is… well… rather stupid at this point. Save the world, then go get yourselves killed, alright?"
Dartan and Jettok would have none of it. Her words rang painfully true in their ears, but there was no avoiding it. Their blood ran hot. "We're doing it. Is there anything else we should know?"
Kella looked furious, but understood that there was no swaying the group. "Be careful. I'm going back to town. You're on your own." She turned into an ogre and walked out.
The Knights prepared to walk into the beholder's lair. Vek cast an antimagic circle around himself and advised the others to stay close to him. "As long as you stay within the circle, the beholder's rays can't touch you," he said. They entered.
This chamber was a vaguely diamond-shaped hallway. The hall's floor turned to a one-foot wide path that clung closely to the walls, overlooking a fifteen-foot drop. The floor was a tarnished bronze. There was no beholder to be seen. "We should avoid the entire upper pathway. Let's jump straight down to the lower level." Vek said. The others agreed, and they moved around the sides of the ledge, three to a side. The path was much too narrow for them all… and Jettok and Vek tumbled into the pit.
They landed squarely and didn't hurt themselves, but immediately the attack came- from the side. Under the ledge where the Knights had walked, there was a five-foot wide black hole in the wall. A fanged maw grinned, and a glossy, veined eye sat over it. Writhing tentacles over the eye shot thin, dark rays of light at Jettok- who was unaffected. Vek's antimagic circle kept him protected.
Dartan and Kyla jumped down into the pit with Vek and Jettok. They began to advance on the beholder… which was apparently realizing what kind of a situation it was in. It flew out of the hole, over their swinging weapons, and then shot down the corridor they'd come from. It was escaping.
"I'm on it," Katya said leisurely. She cast a spell, and the beholder turned into a worm.
The long earthworm fell with a barely audible PLIP! to the group. Panicking, the beholder bent its front over, to focus its own antimagic cone on itself. That would undo the witch's polymorph spell, it was certain. Nothing happened. It was still trying when moments later two of the interlopers stood over it.
"What's it doing?" one asked.
"It's trying to use its antimagic cone on its rear. It doesn't know that once polymorphed, it loses its supernatural abilities." The intruder smiled a coy smirk.
"It does now. Too late."
The worm looked up in terror, just in time to see a bright steel blade rushing down.
More to come...
Starday, 1st of Needfest
DEEPER, DARKER, DEADLIER
The Knights examined the two ogre rooms carefully. Aside from stench, filth and more stench, there was nothing to be found… until Jettok exclaimed "Here now! This isn't right. Why put a stone at this position, unless…" He pushed it, and a secret door swung into the wall. The dwarf beamed with pride. On entering the passageway, they found another door leading into a tiny room. It had a wooden workbench and cabinets, several rotted books laying about the floor, and cobwebbed rubble. When the Temple was caved in several years ago it seemed this room was spared from much of the destruction.
"What is this place?" Kyla asked.
"It's a wizard's workstation," Rafflorn replied. "You know, for reading, crafting wands and rings, storing books." He bent down to pick a book up off the floor- one of only two that was still held in a binding.
Vek spoke suddenly. "Don't touch that book."
Rafflorn looked up, surprised. "Why not?"
"That book has the power to affect my standing with my god… meaning it's dangerous."
Rafflorn turned the book over with a dagger to reveal the title: Laws And Evil. "That doesn't sound dangerous," Raff said. Vek shrugged and put a bag over the book, flipped the bag, and put it in his backpack. Another book was found, this one titled On Leading Men. This was also bagged and packed. The cabinets were searched and three iron boxes were found, each containing varying amounts of silver, gold, and platinum. The coins were taken. The group left the room.
They walked down the hallway. Up ahead the corridor turned dark. There was apparently a large amount of rubble that hadn't yet been cleared away. It was… standing upright? "EARTH ELEMENTAL!" Jettok yelled, and the party just barely dodged an immense boulder thrown down the hallway at them. Battle began.
Dartan did what Dartans do best- that is, he ran forward and began chopping at the giant stone creature with his sword. His blade cut large wedges of rock and dirt from the thing. The pebbles and stone chips flew. A stone giant stood nearby, hurling rocks. Katya blasted it with a lance of lightning. Jettok charged it and cleaved its kneecap with one mighty swing of his dwarven greataxe.
The earth elemental raised its rocklike fist and smashed Dartan with it. The warrior still stood, but bled and teetered on his feet. "Healing! I need healing!" Kyla answered the call and ran forward. She had to duck as the elemental swung a wagon-sized fist at her, but she skidded to a stop and slapped her hands against Dartan's back.
"Pelor, take from this man his wounds, and shine upon us in our hour of need! Of this your humble servant begs."
Dartan straightened as the healing magic coursed through him. He bared his teeth and strode forward, chopping with every step. He swung his sword like a mad woodsman. He turned the earth elemental into a large pile of so much dust and broken rock. Jettok, who'd been done with the stone giant for a few moments, nodded in approval. They moved on.
The corridor took a left, then a sharp right about fifty feet down. On the left was a set of double-doors. Dartan didn't wait to have the doors examined. He still had perhaps too much bloodlust left to burn. He opened the doors. The party looked in, at a corridor that widened and branched into two large rooms. Inside each room was a large group of hobgoblins. Dartan sneered and began to walk forward, when Katya put a hand on his shoulder. "No, wait! Look- the hobgoblins are dressed in rags. They're exhausted. They're slaves! The poor things…"
Jettok looked disgusted. "Poor things?!"
The hobgoblins saw them, but didn't react in any noteworthy way. Their sad eyes passed over the adventurers with little interest.
Vek saw two doors in the tunnel walls. He approached one and looked at the others. "If there are slaves, then there must be…" he unsheathed his sword and kicked in the door. "SLAVERS!!" A group of slaver ogres sat surprised in the room, then scrambled for weapons.
Vek and Dartan waded in, cutting and killing. The other door opened and ogres began piling out of it- until Katya detonated a fireball in their midst. Rafflorn killed the others with a well-placed line of lightning.
The battle really wasn't much of a challenge. When the ogre slavers lay dead, the hobgoblins nervously kept their distance. One stepped out and started to walk towards the group. Jettok blocked the way. The hobgoblin attempted to walk around him into one of the rooms the ogres had been inhabiting, but Jettok stepped in the way again and asked "Where do you think you're going, ugly?"
The hobgoblin looked flustered and spoke through clenched teeth, in perfect common, "Let's move in the other room so we can talk." Jettok was a little too stunned to argue, so they walked into the room. The hobgoblin's image shimmered and melted away. Kella the druid stood there. "You guys certainly took your time. What were you doing all night, celebrating New Year's while I'm stuck down here?" The party paused, searching for a way to explain the situation, and she waved it away. "I'm sorry, I'm just a little stressed from living like this for a day. I worked like… like a hobgoblin. It was horrible, and I'm a little cranky. Forgive me. What news?"
They told her what had happened, and how the plan now stood. She nodded. "Okay, then. If you'll continue down the corridor and keep to the right, you'll find a staircase leading down into the lower level of the Temple. That's where you'll find… whatever it is you need to destroy. That reminds me, yesterday a group of heavily-armored orcs and ogres passed through the area, heading downward. They were surrounding a black knight."
"Black knight?"
"Yes… He wore coal-black armor, covered in hideous spikes and designs."
"Had the orcs and ogres taken him prisoner, do you think?"
Kella thought. "No. It seemed to me that they were providing him with an armed escort. I don't know any more about it… gossip rarely reaches the hobgoblin slaves. I should have picked a better creature to polymorph into."
Behind them, in the room, was a five-foot wide passageway leading into darkness. "Where does this go?" Rafflorn asked.
Kella dismissed the idea. "You don't want to go there."
Of course, this immediately captured and held the interest of the fighters in the group. They'd not have their pride sullied with something like avoidance. "Why don't we want to go in there?" Dartan asked.
"Beholder. Big, nasty thing floating about with eyes…"
"Yeah, we know what a beholder is," Vek said.
"Oh. Well, anyway, the beholder's here to use its disintegration beams on the rubble to clear it away. It's dangerous, and not a major player here in the Temple. So, forget about it."
The Knights shifted on their heels. A beholder! They'd never fought one, but every adventurer in the Flanaess had heard of brave tales against the perilous beasts. It was also widely known that beholders kept valuable treasure in their lairs. Fighting a beholder was a staple of adventuring life, like a pilgrimage to a holy land. Passing this opportunity by was a heartwrenching prospect. They couldn't do it. "Let's go kill it," Dartan said.
Kella looked at him in shock. "What… why?? There's no reason! It's not in your way. Besides, you may be the only adventuring group between Tharizdun and the entire world. Risking your lives for an unnecessary cause is… well… rather stupid at this point. Save the world, then go get yourselves killed, alright?"
Dartan and Jettok would have none of it. Her words rang painfully true in their ears, but there was no avoiding it. Their blood ran hot. "We're doing it. Is there anything else we should know?"
Kella looked furious, but understood that there was no swaying the group. "Be careful. I'm going back to town. You're on your own." She turned into an ogre and walked out.
The Knights prepared to walk into the beholder's lair. Vek cast an antimagic circle around himself and advised the others to stay close to him. "As long as you stay within the circle, the beholder's rays can't touch you," he said. They entered.
This chamber was a vaguely diamond-shaped hallway. The hall's floor turned to a one-foot wide path that clung closely to the walls, overlooking a fifteen-foot drop. The floor was a tarnished bronze. There was no beholder to be seen. "We should avoid the entire upper pathway. Let's jump straight down to the lower level." Vek said. The others agreed, and they moved around the sides of the ledge, three to a side. The path was much too narrow for them all… and Jettok and Vek tumbled into the pit.
They landed squarely and didn't hurt themselves, but immediately the attack came- from the side. Under the ledge where the Knights had walked, there was a five-foot wide black hole in the wall. A fanged maw grinned, and a glossy, veined eye sat over it. Writhing tentacles over the eye shot thin, dark rays of light at Jettok- who was unaffected. Vek's antimagic circle kept him protected.
Dartan and Kyla jumped down into the pit with Vek and Jettok. They began to advance on the beholder… which was apparently realizing what kind of a situation it was in. It flew out of the hole, over their swinging weapons, and then shot down the corridor they'd come from. It was escaping.
"I'm on it," Katya said leisurely. She cast a spell, and the beholder turned into a worm.
The long earthworm fell with a barely audible PLIP! to the group. Panicking, the beholder bent its front over, to focus its own antimagic cone on itself. That would undo the witch's polymorph spell, it was certain. Nothing happened. It was still trying when moments later two of the interlopers stood over it.
"What's it doing?" one asked.
"It's trying to use its antimagic cone on its rear. It doesn't know that once polymorphed, it loses its supernatural abilities." The intruder smiled a coy smirk.
"It does now. Too late."
The worm looked up in terror, just in time to see a bright steel blade rushing down.
More to come...
Breakstone
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He he he.
How many monsters now have been turned into worms?
Say, once the polymorphed monster is killed, it reverts back to its original form, right?
Hm... it would indeed suck if you killed a Wyrm-turned-Worm in a 5 ft. by 5 ft. room...
How many monsters now have been turned into worms?
Say, once the polymorphed monster is killed, it reverts back to its original form, right?
Hm... it would indeed suck if you killed a Wyrm-turned-Worm in a 5 ft. by 5 ft. room...
Squire James
Explorer
Warning: small spoiler for part of module that has now passed... shouldn't be too bad.
Beholders lose a lot of their punch when reasonably smart players are forewarned. In my campaign's case, beholders lose a lot of their punch when a dumb fighter with a greatsword scores 3 consecutive critical hits in a single round!
I guess Kella should feel fortunate the DM didn't stick strictly to the module!
"Hm. That headless ogre over there was really Kella. Not good!"
Beholders lose a lot of their punch when reasonably smart players are forewarned. In my campaign's case, beholders lose a lot of their punch when a dumb fighter with a greatsword scores 3 consecutive critical hits in a single round!
I guess Kella should feel fortunate the DM didn't stick strictly to the module!
"Hm. That headless ogre over there was really Kella. Not good!"
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Dr Midnight
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Squire James said:
Well, it was my fault, really... described the room and had the whole combat before my eye caught that and I said "Oh. So this was the room where Kella was hiding out as an ogre."
It happens once again this session... I'm sure you'll spot it.
I began to post Rafflorn as a sample KotSQ character. Click on the printable version to see a clean layout.
http://www.livingfaerun.com/heroes_kotsq.asp
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