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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Richards" data-source="post: 6607797" data-attributes="member: 508">ADVENTURE 96: FREAK MOUNTAINPC Roster:  Feron Dru, half-elf druid             Galrich Slayer, half-orc barbarian             Rale Bodkin, human rogue             Telgrane, half-fire elemental human conjurer/archmage             Thunderwolf, human fighterNPC Roster: Aerik Battershield, dwarven fighter/dwarven defenderGorgoldand had once again come to visit the Greyhawk City Adventurers Guild Headquarters, and in his human form – that of an elderly sage with a flowing, white beard.  He sat at a conference table with the assembled members of Wing Three."I trust you were happy with the conditions upon which you were last employed by me, to fetch the Orb of White Dragonkind?" he asked.  "Because if so, I would like to hire you for a similar mission, if you're up to it."The various Orbs are each said to be one of a kind, scattered across the planes.  To find another one here on Oerth would be quite astounding; nonetheless, I have unearthed indications that such may very well be the case."He passed over a map of a volcanic island.  "The Orbs, as artifacts, cannot be directly scried upon," he continued.  "However, a red dragon by the name of Balajharrithux lairs in the center of this volcano, far to the east in the midst of the Oljatt Sea, and he has recently added to his hoard a reddish, spherical gem that matches the description of the Orb of Red Dragonkind.  I would like you to go to this volcano and fetch this gemstone for me.  I have already spoken to your Guildmaster Farthingale, and he has authorized each of you who goes on this mission a payment of 20,000 gp from the amount I will pay the Guild for your services, should the gem in fact be the Orb of Red Dragonkind as I believe it likely to be."However, once again, the lair's interior is resistant to scrying attempts.  I cannot provide you with any details on the volcano's interior, but I can provide you with enough of a look of its exterior to provide you sufficient readiness to teleport there yourselves."  With that, he reached into his robes, pulled out a crystal ball, and cast a withered hand over it; immediately, the sphere clouded over to reveal an image of a volcanic island rising up from the sea, as seen from several hundred feet up and about half a mile away."Do you have any questions?" Gorgoldand asked, putting away his crystal ball.  "If not, then I will wish you good luck; I will check back with Farthingale periodically to check on your progress."As Gorgoldand excused himself and left the room, the heroes immediately began choosing who would be going on this expedition.  Cal begged off, citing other things he needed to do involving the running of his new business, but reluctantly agreed to hang around as backup for Rale while he went to check out the volcano.  Rale even talked him into wearing the scout goggles and observing their progress.  But Cal suggested waiting until the next morning to head off; not only would that allow him to get done what he needed to get done today, but it would also free him up to start the group off with a heroes' feast spell.  The rest of the group heartily agreed.Cal staying behind usually meant Feron going in his place, as she was the group's second-most powerful healer.  Thunderwolf and Telgrane were both givens, which left only Chalkan and Galrich to work out among themselves who'd be going along.  "Dragon hoard?" asked Galrich.  "I'm in!"  Then he stared down the half-elf arcane archer, defying him to argue with nearly 300 pounds of solid muscle and bad attitude.  And his equally stubborn dwarven bodyguard."Fine!" grumbled Chalkan, realizing there was no winning that argument.  He stormed back to the Wing three living quarters, since it didn't look like he'd be adventuring any time soon. - - - The next day began with a heroes' feast spell, as Cal had promised.  After realizing how many individuals Cal's spell could affect, Telgrane had come up with a way for Infernia to share in the benefits: he cast a polymorph spell on his fire elemental familiar, temporarily giving her a human form so that she could actually eat and drink for once - something no elemental actually needed to do.  Upon finishing his spell, Infernia's flames went out, her nine-foot-tall frame shrunk down to slightly over five feet, and her long, curving horns receded into her head, which suddenly sprouted waves of cascading curly, red hair, reaching halfway down her back.  And there she stood, clad only in her major circlet of blasting, her necklace of adaptation, and the ring of fire resistance which helped her not set ablaze everything she touched."Look, Master, I am like you!" she enthused, feeling the warm flesh of her arm with her human fingers as she sat down to the table, totally unaware of and completely unconcerned about her own nakedness.  The others were most certainly aware of it, but a glare from Feron kept everyone from commenting and embarrassing the fire elemental.  Still, the druid noticed Rale was sure to grab up a seat next to Infernia - where he had the best view."Won't Dez be joining us?" she asked Rale, having to ask a second time before he registered the question and snapped his attention back to the rest of the group."Huh?  No, uh, she's had enough dragon hunting after that encounter with Antharvalos," he replied.  "Plus, after being knocked out by those doppelgangers the other week, I think she's better off staying out of danger for a bit.  I've got Streetweasel and Roughknuckles looking after her while we're gone.""Ah," said Feron, and said no more, returning her attention to the meal.After polishing off the last scraps of Cal's heroes' feast, the assembled group was ready to go.  They got up from the table and stood in a group around Telgrane, waiting for him to cast the greater teleport spell.  But first he returned Infernia to her normal form - much to Rale's chagrin.  And then, at the last minute, Galrich told everyone to hold off and raced out of their living quarters, only to return several minutes later with Fang at his side.  "I've decided to bring him along," the half-orc explained.After deciding to show up in mid-air instead of on the island itself, everyone got out their appropriate gear: Galrich and Aerik mounted their drow floatdisks, Feron wildshaped into a Huge air elemental, and Telgrane and Infernia got upon his carpet of flying.  Rale was already wearing his winged boots, so he waited impatiently for the others to get ready."What about you?" he asked Thunderwolf.  The fighter merely held up Xanthros, his sentient longsword, and replied, "I'll be fine."  Rale didn't push the issue."Hey, what about Fang?" asked Galrich."Are you really sure you want to bring him along?" asked Telgrane."Yes," glared Galrich, daring the archmage to argue otherwise - he'd really perfected his glare lately.  And then he looked pointedly at Felix, Feron's eagle animal companion, who was perched upon his mistress's shoulder, as if there were really no difference between bringing along an eagle and a dire wolf to a mid-air location."Fine," sighed Telgrane, absently casting a fly spell onto the dire wolf.  "Now can we go?"  Receiving no argument, he closed his eyes, visualized the image of the volcanic island from Gorgoldand's crystal ball, and cast the greater teleport spell.  In an instant, they were gone."Have fun!" said Cal, dropping the scout goggles into place over his eyes and plopping himself onto the sofa to watch the excitement from the safety of the Wing Three living quarters. - - - Despite having left early in the morning, the sun was now in position in the sky as if it were suddenly late afternoon.  The group materialized into place about half a mile away from the island and about 500 feet above the surface of the ocean below.Fang howled in sudden fear and dropped several dozen feet before the fly spell kicked in; Galrich, sharing an empathic link of a sort due to the paired gems (courtesy of one Piddilink Dundernoggin) both he and his dire wolf wore on their foreheads, managed to convey the means of flight to his lupine companion, and before long Fang was happily doing loop-de-loops in the sky with his tongue lolling out to the side.Thunderwolf had likewise started to fall upon arrival, but he summoned forth Xanthros's aerial steed and a bolt of lightning exploded from the longsword, coalescing into the shape of a full-sized horse that strode effortlessly through the sky with the fighter on its back.  But this was no physical being, rather a magical, horse-shaped force composed of lightning, sparking endlessly across what would be the skin of the equine creature.  With a grin on his face, Thunderwolf rode his magical mount, whom he referred to as "Electrosteed", back up to the same aerial height as his companions."Hold back," cautioned Feron to the others over the Rary's telepathic bond spell Telgrane had just brought into being.  "There's something in a large nest on the side of the volcano -- see it?"After a quick conference, it was decided that Rale would go check it out.  Using his rod of thievery, he faded from the visible spectrum, although Telgrane's magically enhanced eyes still saw him just fine.  He cautiously approached the nest, which he saw as he got closer was comprised of large branches and entire small trees.  "It's a griffon -- and a big one at that!" he mentally told the others."But hold on, that's not all!" he added a few moments later, after skirting the outer rim of the the volcano's crater.  On the far side of the crater, a stone ledge jutted out to the side, forming the crude bed of a large, red-scaled, draconic form.  The monster's eyes were closed, and its massive chest rose and fell in a slow rhythm; it was obviously just asleep, not dead.  Rale updated the others over the link, not only about the sleeping dragon but also about what he saw when he peeked over the edge of the crater, for about 200 feet straight down was a pool of magma at the bottom of the volcano, and jutting forth over a section of that pool was a stone ledge -- and sitting at the edge of that stone ledge was a smooth, round, red gem, seemingly about the same size as the Orb of White Dragonkind had been.After another silent conference, the group decided upon a plan of action.  Rale was all for taking the dire griffon out of action before anything, not wanting it to be around to attack them from behind while their attention was focused elsewhere.  While he was aware that any prolonged fighting would likely wake the sleeping dragon, he was hoping to be able to dispatch the dire griffon before the dragon could fully awaken, so they'd only be fighting one of them at a time.  To that end, he had the rest of the group come in low, skimming over to the island mere feet above the ocean, then flying up the slope of the volcano until they were about 100 feet beneath the dire griffon's nest - a reasonable distance, Rale figured, where they'd be close enough to assist quickly yet not so close they'd likely alert the creature to the upcoming attack.  And then, assured that everyone was in position, he struck.The griffon gave a piercing shriek as Rale's blades slid into either side of its neck, the rogue returning to full visibility as he struck.  As feared, the sound instantly woke the dragon sleeping above, who rolled over and stood upon its hind legs - its only legs, as it turned out, for upon rising it was apparent that this was no dragon but rather a wyvern, although one easily three times the size of the majority of its race.  Oddly, instead of the normal scorpionlike tail sported by the smaller members of its race, this one had multiple tail spikes like a manticore.Not waiting for the dire wyvern to enter the fray, the others rose up from their hiding places down the volcanic mountain and attacked.  Feron flew over to give Rale a hand with finishing off the dire griffon, while Thunderwolf, Aerik, Galrich and Fang all flew up to the level of the crater rim and were met by the angry dire wyvern.  It snapped at Galrich, who managed to duck back at the last moment and then retaliate with a powerful swipe of his vorpal greataxe.The combat in the dire griffon's nest was mercifully short - the great beast was woefully outclassed and soon collapsed to the floor of its dwelling, life-blood pooling among the woven sticks and branches.  Rale stuck around only long enough to scan the nest for any treasure that might be laying around; seeing none, he reactivated his winged boots and went flying up the side of the volcano, moving clockwise along the crater in an effort to sneak up behind the dire wyvern, who was managing to hover in place just above the crater's rim, while the quartet fighting it - three heroes and a dire wolf - hovered just outside of the rim.  Aerik and Galrich attacked with their swords, while Thunderwolf led Electrosteed back just enough that he was out of range of the dire wyvern's snapping bite yet close enough for the fighter to continue shooting arrows its way.  Fang bit at the reptile, but was severely slashed by the beast's sharp claws, so Galrich had to call him back from the front lines and sent him to the dire griffon's nest to lick his wounds.  He did just that, activating the heal spell stored in his collar, and then helped himself to some delicious dire griffon flesh for his efforts thus far.Rale found out the hard way that there was another wrinkle in the rules to this particular combat.  He had just crossed the crater's rim in an attempt to swing up behind the hovering dire wyvern when all of a sudden, without any notice whatsoever, his winged boots shut off.  It was only his catlike reflexes which allowed him to flip around in midair and make a desperate scramble for the side of the crater rim as he started his 200-foot plummet to the magma below.  Fortunately, luck was with him, for he managed to get a purchase and pull himself up.  As soon as he swung his right leg up over the rim of the crater, he could feel the power of his winged boot kick back in and threaten to pull him back off balance.  Just to be safe, he mentally deactivated both boots while he climbed back up and backed away from the volcano's opening, then gave a warning to the others."Don't fly over the crater!  There's some sort of antimagic field in place!"Rale's warning came too late for Feron, who had already entered the airspace directly over the crater - but her air elemental form was not impeded in the least.  Telgrane, confused by the warning, positioned his carpet of flying outside the edge of the crater and focused his arcane sight on the crater's interior, looking for the telltale aura that would indicate powerful magic at work.  But he saw nothing to indicate there was an antimagic field in play, and told the others this via the telepathic bond."Well, tell that to my boots!" griped Rale, standing on the solid ground of the crater's rim once again.Just then, Feron, hovering in place inside the crater's rim, cast a call lightning storm spell that dropped a bolt of lightning down upon the enraged dire wyvern.  But at the last minute, the bolt split into two, with one fork hitting the reptilian beast but another slamming unerringly into the druidess's body."Wild magic of some type!" Telgrane informed the others over the telepathic bond."Whatever," groused Rale, still not trusting his winged boots over the crater's opening.  Instead, he started running clockwise along the rim, trying to see if there were any other cave openings inside the shaft.Telgrane, meanwhile, opted to test his wild magic theory by casting a spell of his own.  Speaking the words of a dimension door spell, he sent himself and Infernia - still seated on his magical carpet - down to the bottom of the volcanic shaft, to hover directly above the red gemstone.  There didn't seem to be any strange effects upon casting the spell, other than the expected fact that the carpet fell to the ground upon their reappearance.  Odd, thought Telgrane, although he realized that one of the properties of wild magic was that its effects were completely random, and even in the midst of a wild magic zone spells occasionally worked normally.  This might easily be the case.But then he had no further time for contemplation, for a Gargantuan red dragon rushed out of the cave opening at the ground level of the volcano's interior and snapped at him with its wicked teeth.This was Balajharrithux, not a mere dire wyvern who guarded the dragon's lair.  However, he was no longer a standard specimen of his draconic race: Balajharrithux now sported an extra set of eyes, just behind his original pair, which allowed him to see magical auras and things normally invisible to standard vision.  His tail also sported an impressive set of spikes at the end, of the type more normally found upon the stegosaurs of old.  If Telgrane's theory about this being a wild magic zone were correct, then it looked as if Balajharrithux had likely been casting a few spells of his own in such a zone.Infernia had but a moment to react to the dragon racing their way.  Instinctively, she put a flaming arm around her master's shoulder and pulled him with her as she dove directly into the pool of magma.  Telgrane had just enough time to get in a big breath of air before he was submerged under the liquid magma, protected from the heat by his half-fire elemental nature.Balajharrithux plunged his head into the magma, seeking out his prey, but Infernia had managed to kick away from the edge and was doing a fairly credible job of swimming beneath the surface of the magma, pulling her master along for the ride.  Neither the dragon, the elemental, nor the half-elemental archmage noticed when a massive body went plunging into the other side of the magma pool; up above, Thunderwolf, Aerik, and Galrich had finally slain the dire wyvern.Deprived of its prey, Balajharrithux pulled his head out from the magma pool and looked up at the rim of the crater above.  With a few flaps of its leathery wings, he rose up the shaft and popped up to take the place of the slain dire wyvern in attacking a very surprised trio of adventurers who thought they had cleared the way when they had slain the dire wyvern.  But the red dragon struck out at Galrich, biting down hard upon the half-orc's shoulder.  This only brought the rage bubbling to the surface of the barbarian's mind, and with a savage roar he fought back with his vorpal greataxe, his two companions following suit with their own weapons of choice.Infernia and Telgrane surfaced up out of the pool of magma and started swimming back to the ledge where his carpet of flying lay upon the red gemstone.  Pulling themselves back up onto the stone ledge, the archmage rolled his carpet back up while Infernia stood guard over him, looking up at the red dragon keeping himself in place with flaps of his leathery wings while he traded blows - and bites - with the three heroes directly opposing him.A bit of motion caught Feron's eye: about 60 feet down the crater's interior, three figures had stepped into view from out of the darkness of a cave opening.  The first of these was a goat-man of some sort, wielding a powerful-looking axe.  Behind him stood what looked to be a wererat in hybrid form and the familiar shape of a black-feathered kenku.With the melee fighting force concentrating on the mutated red dragon at the crater's edge, Feron didn't feel like having to deal with three new combatants - so she cast the words to a wall of stone spell that completely sealed up the cave entrance, imprisoning the three animal-men inside.This time, Telgrane saw the whole thing: as Feron's spell took effect, an invisible beam of energy rose up from the red gemstone to strike the druidess's airborne body.  The circling winds forming her body twisted and altered, with the end result being her head now took on the form not of her humanoid self, but that of an oversized hummingbird.Now that he had determined the cause of the wild magic, Telgrane decided to get it out of the area - and the best way to do that, he reasoned, was to put it into an extradimensional space.  He unrolled The Door That Doesn't Belong, adhering it to the side of the cavern wall.  Then, opening The Door, he tossed the red orb inside.  There was something inherently familiar with the gem, but for the life of him the archmage couldn't put his finger on it.  However, he did notice that upon landing inside the first room on the other side of The Door, the interior configuration stretched and warped, until the room inside was twice its normal height, length, and depth.  That can't be good! the archmage reasoned, not wanting the round gem to ruin his extradimensional space and the library he kept inside it.  So he opened The Door back up and went to grab up the red stone -- all of a sudden realizing what had been eluding him.  Despite this one being polished into a perfect sphere, Telgrane looked closely at the grain pattern of the reddish rock and recognized it for what it was: a large chunk of fluxstone, like the one that had warped the spells cast by the wizard Kraggoth, merging his intellect into the stone body of his own castle keep.And then the final players entered the scene.  Seeing the possible opportunity of spellcasting without adverse effects, Shibobhuta cast an eastern version of the dimension door spell, bringing his companion Kokuro with him from the cave network some 40 feet from the top of the crater to the stone floor below.The two were quite a pair.  Kokuro was a sea spirit folk, somewhat elflike in build and wielding a long, spearlike bladed weapon called a naginata.  She spun around, pointing the weapon at Infernia and Telgrane as the latter returned from inside The Door That Doesn't Belong with the fluxstone sphere in hand.  "What manner of being are you?" she asked Telgrane aloud in a singsong language neither Infernia nor her master had ever heard of.  But they stared in shock back at the other two, especially at Shibobhuta.  The rotund wu jen had been fat all of his life, but in recent days this had been brought to a ridiculous extreme.  Shibobhuta now sported a centaurlike build, but instead of being part horse his lower body was that of an enormous pot-bellied pig.  "The spell had no unwanted effects!" he chortled in glee in the same musical language his companion had used, then frowned upon seeing the stone in Telgrane's hand."Kill them!" squeaked Shibobhuta.  Kokuro moved to attack Telgrane, but Infernia interposed her own body to protect her master.  In a panic now that he had committed the two of them to battle against these strangers, Shibobhuta cast one of his most powerful spells at the robed westerner and his fiery companion, a cone of cold -- only to have the spell explode in his own face instead.  Shibobhuta reeled under the damage he had inflicted upon himself, then fell over, slain by the wild magic effects of his own spellcasting.Up above, the trio of Aerik, Galrich, and Thunderwolf had just about succeeded in killing off the red dragon.  Feron dropped another bolt of lightning onto the red dragon's head, this time ensuring she was out of line of sight of the fluxstone sphere that had been warping her spells.  It was the final straw for Balajharrithux, whose body followed the dire wyvern's in plummeting lifelessly to the engulfing heat of the magma pool below.  Seeing this, Rale started hammering a piton to the side of the crater's rim, attaching it to several lengths of rope tied together. After throwing the rope down the interior shaft, he began climbing down, not trusting his winged boots.As he climbed his way down the vertical shaft, he heard the pounding sounds of metal upon rock echoing throughout the volcano's interior.  Looking around, he saw a crack appear in the middle of the wall of stone Feron had created to seal off the three animal men; apparently the goat-man was managing to cut his way through the rock of the wall with his powerful greataxe.Inside the sealed-off cave, that's exactly what Yagihito was doing.  He had been a fully human kensai, a grand master of the greataxe, when he had accompanied the others on this ill-advised trek to steal the treasures of a mighty red dragon.  But the protective spells Shibobhuta had cast upon the powerful kensai had warped his body, covering him in thick fur and transforming his head into that of a goat.  Yagihito was not going to die as a goat-man, sealed off in the lightless caverns of the dragon's volcano lair - not while he still had enough strength to wield his axe!  Continuing to chop his way out, the hole gradually widened, bringing with it fresh air and a sliver of sunlight.Behind him, the kenku Hatori Kuroi and the nezumi Kagehige stood back and gave him room.  Neither the avian blade dancer nor the ratlike rogue were able to do much in the way of help at the moment; this was Yagihito's task to perform.  And with grunts of exertion, the goat-man was slowly, steadily widening the opening in the magical wall that had sprung up out of nothing.Below, Telgrane had realized he'd been fairly fortunate in his dealings with the wild magic thus far, having avoided gaining a hummingbird head like Feron's or having his spells rebound on him in the way Shibobhuta had just experienced.  Trusting in his luck to continue, he cast a sunburst spell, shaping it to affect the naginata-wielding sohei before him but also the animal-men behind the cracked wall of stone above.  As the spell left his fingers, the archmage could actually feel its arcane power build in intensity, until it struck its intended targets at its highest possible strength.  Kokuro and Yagihito were blinded immediately, and Kokuro's sea spirit folk body was burned to death under the brutal intensity of the spell.The immediate threat down by him ended, Telgrane carried the fluxstone around the corner of the lower cavern, allowing Feron - still in her hummingbird-headed air elemental form - to fly directly to the ever-widening gap in her wall of stone spell and cast a spell or two through the opening.  Several flame strikes later, there was neither sound nor movement from within the cavern, the three animal-men having been slain.  Feron flew down to the bottom level of the volcano and into the dragon's cavern, resuming her half-elf form as she did so.  She was relieved to find herself once again wearing her normal face, the hummingbird head having been dismissed when she wildshaped out of her air elemental form.Turning the corner, she joined the others, including Rale, who had just finished climbing down from above, and the three melee combatants, who flew down on their floatdisks (and Electrosteed) once the fluxstone had been taken away from the volcano's central shaft.Around the corner from Balajharrithux's lair was his treasure chamber.  Most of the dragon's hoard consisted of strange, golden coins with square holes in their centers and various chunks of green jade, but there were a few odd things as well, like a porcelain mask, a magical greatclub and dagger, and a carving of a serpentine owl.  Feron gathered up all of the treasure, placing them - and the fluxstone - into her extradimensional haversack."Well, I guess that's it, then," said Telgrane.  "It doesn't look like we'll be getting the reward money for fetching the Orb of Red Dragonkind after all.""Them's the breaks," commiserated Rale.  "I'm just glad I can trust my boots again.""Shall we?" asked Thunderwolf, holding his finger over his Guild ring."Wait, I gotta go get Fang!" replied Galrich, flying back up to the crater's top.  He returned a few moments later with his still-flying dire wolf.  Feron took out the Daern's dollhouse and led Fang inside, returning shortly thereafter and stashing the dollhouse away."Okay, ready," she said."Shall we?" repeated Thunderwolf."Let's," agreed Feron.  Then, with the touch of six fingers upon six Guild rings, the adventurers binked away, crossing a third of the planet instantaneously, to pop back into existence in the Wing Three  living area."Pretty wild, huh?" asked Cal, still sitting on the sofa, the scout goggles over his eyes.  "Took you guys long enough to figure out the wild magic bit, though."Rale just narrowed his eyes at the cleric of Kord and stalked back up to his room, saying nothing. - - - This adventure came about as a result of some poking around on the Internet and discovering a carving of the obese pig-centaur, which I immediately saved, realizing I definitely wanted to use him as a villain some day.  Since his facial features were Asian, I decided this would be a golden opportunity to use some of the character classes from Oriental Adventures, and proceeded to do just that.  I made Gorgoldand the plot hook, since it would make sense for him to send the group off in search of another Orb of Dragonkind, even though I knew ahead of time that this would just be a chunk of fluxstone.  I used the fluxstone as a way of explaining Shibobhuta's form, as well as that of Balajharrithux, since I used a dragon model from a Michael's store that deviated greatly from the D&D red dragon norm.  (The dire wyvern came from the same store, and the wild magic also handily explained away his massive size increase and the fact that he had multiple tail spikes instead of the standard scorpion tail.)I thought a battle over the crater of an active volcano could only be enhanced by a specialized form of antimagic that only took out magical means of flight and prepared myself for the eventuality of one or more of the PCs taking a 200-foot drop into a pool of magma, destroying not only them but all of their equipment.  (About half of them are 20th level by now; I figured they could handle it.)  But fortunately it didn't come to that.Logan did some absolutely horrendous die-rolling when trying to have Telgrane determine some of the fluxstone's properties.  He had previously wished himself into a 30 Intelligence during the gap between adventures several months ago, and yet I think he rolled a "2" and a "1" on his Knowledge (arcane) checks.Finally, I used Logan's Japanese-English dictionary again to come up with the eastern adventurers' names.  "Shibobhuta," for example, contains the Japanese words for both "fat" and "pig."  Likewise, "Yagihito" contains the words for "goat" and "man."  I figured it gave them appropriately-sounding names that way.</blockquote>

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