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[ZEITGEIST] The Yellow Dogs play Zeitgeist (Adventure Logs)
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<blockquote data-quote="Karma Kollapse" data-source="post: 7236617" data-attributes="member: 6693505"><p>GM's Note:</p><p>I swear Richard's hearing is worse than mine, as I've definitely been saying 'Xambria' and not 'Zandria'. Or it might be that I am mumbling through my GMing as well as pronouncing things wrong.</p><p></p><p>Two new players join the team, Nick and Gaynor playing Samuel (Half Orc Eschatologist Monk from the Anthras Mountains, from a monastery that guards against world-ending threats) and Bonnie (Half Elf Cleric with Family connections).</p><p></p><p>---</p><p>Adventure #3 - Digging for Lies</p><p>"Swamp Thing"</p><p></p><p>After returning to RHC HQ and locking up the Arms dealer, the party found that even more personnel changes were being made. Regan was not impressed with the new recruits. One was a flimsy looking Elf maiden called Bonnie, the other was a serene looking half-orc named Samuel who was armed only with a stick. He thought back to the rampaging half-orc Barbarian Melanie and there was no question who he would rather have next to him when trouble came calling. </p><p></p><p>The party gathered gear together and set off for Flint Rail Station, where they had been booked passage by Delft to some gods-forsaken Town in the backwaters of Risur. It was quite literally a backwater, most of the countryside surrounding the small town of Bole lay beneath a gloomy swamp frequented only by hungry alligators and Silk Farmers, who braved the rank waters in search of the webs of Giant Spider. </p><p></p><p>After a tedious Train journey the party arrived in Bole, where Regan and Maisie were pleased to see a heavily used Saloon was welcoming new customers. Their first evening consisted of trying to stay out of brawls between Miners and Silk Farmers and scaring the locals with tales of Maisies ability to talk to the dead. Bonnie, after spending a while outside looking at the stars that blazed in the wilderness black sky, had a little more success gathering intelligence. The Ziggurat was away across the swamp and had been visited by three groups of travellers, including the ill-fated Archeology Team led by Zandria.</p><p></p><p>After a good nights rest the party hired a couple of shallow draught boats, got a map of the area off a local mad-eyed Silk Farmer and set off in search of the Ziggurat. Regan crouched in the front of one boat, eyes shifting between the rather obscure map and the grey, cold waters of the bleak landscape they paddled through. Initial progress was good, Regans confidence that they were 'almost there' went some way to relieving Bonnie and Tobal of the misery inflicted on them by the swarms of biting insects that obviously found Elf and Gnome blood a rare delicacy compared to that of smelly human Silk Farmers. </p><p></p><p>After the third transit of a path through the tangled, mold rotted vegetation ended up in a dead-end of thorny white bushes, Tobal insisted that Regan let him read the map. Trying hard to ignore this insult to his tracking prowess, but aware that Tobal was probably more at home in the grey-green swamp than he was, Regan handed the map over. With nothing to focus on now, he developed a low level nausea that was later diagnosed as a mild-form of sea sickness.</p><p></p><p>As the party inexpertly paddled their craft towards the waypoint Tobal identified, creatures of the swamp significantly higher up the food chain than mere mosquitos began taking an interest in them. The first the party knew of this was when a pair of alligators suddenly launched themselves out of the fetid swamp water, sharp teeth snapping in a halo of spray. One of them lunged towards Maisie who squirmed sideways in the dangerously rocking boat. Bonnie lunged forward and aimed her Mace at the creature, but toppled sideways, her blow going astray. Samuel deftly hopped over the pair of them, immune it seemed to the lurching of the boat beneath him, and landed a solid punch right between the eyes of the hungry reptile. It slipped silently backwards and disappeared into the water. Regan watched with interest the chaos in the other boat and nodded in appreciation at Samuels unorthodox yet highly effective method of dealing with a large, scaley thing that was trying to rip his throat out. His ruminations were cut short by a Gnomish shriek from behind him. Whirling around he saw Tobal trying to prevent himself being dragged off to a watery grave by another alligator, which had a firm, toothy grip on his cloak. Rising unsteadily on legs more used to pounding cobbled streets than balancing on a bit of wood floating in muddy water, Regan whipped out a pistol and fired. By some miracle the bullet found its target and buried itself in the alligators brain. </p><p></p><p>Unfortunately the autonomic nervous system of the creature seemed to encompass the functions of gripping hold of and tearing something to pieces and it was left to Tobal to conjure a cloud of powerful electrical energy and destroy what remained of the creatures control mechanisms.</p><p></p><p>Tobal wrung swamp water from the Map he had somehow managed to keep hold of and the party paddled off in the direction of his pointing finger. Increased paddle speed and (at last) accurate map-reading brought them in due course to the Ziggurat.</p><p></p><p>The Ziggurat was a pyramidical structure that rose above the swamp on a small island. Scattered outside it, amidst supply crates and tattered tents, were the unburied corpses of various unidentified individuals. A large open doorway led into the Ziggurat and the party entered in search of some easily defensible chamber where they could rest and recover from the arduous journey through the swamp. On entry it was immediately apparent that the Ziggurat, or something in it, was playing with their minds. Descending steps that seemed to go down 40' or so, the party looked back to see the entrance no-more than 10' behind them. Samuel reported the existence of Gremlins or some other creatures, squeaking and cackling off down darkened passages. Tobal investigated and found nothing. Tobal himself, attempting to sleep, was plagued by nightmarish visions. Whatever unpleasant or unnerving thoughts that entered Maisies head were overwhelmed by a desire to sleep. It was so strong that the accompanying snores shook the walls enough to send tiny rivulets of sand falling from cracks between the ancient stone blocks lining the Ziggurats walls.</p><p></p><p>After an unsatisfactory period of rest, troubled by unpleasant thoughts and Maisies infuriating snoring, the party pressed deeper into the Ziggurat, hoping to find evidence of what had occurred there. The Diary of the archaeologist Zandria was in there somewhere, laying where she had dropped it when she fled the Ziggurat many weeks before.</p><p></p><p>The Ziggurat was as dangerous to the body as it was to the mind.</p><p></p><p>Regan, picking his way down a darkened tunnel, received a spear in the ribs for his trouble from some hidden trap. The narrow corridors were filled with various devices designed to deter intruders. The situation was so desperate at one point that Nicker the rat was persuaded by Regan to voluntarily enter the clawed grasp of a Hawk that Tobal had temporarily transmuted into, so the rodent could be positioned to gnaw away the controls of some infernal device. In one particular place Regan embarked on levering a small piece of stone from a wall which appeared to be part of a mechanism controlling a particularly lethal looking Spear trap. As he probed gently with the point of his dagger against the stonework, it yielded in spectacular fashion. The whole wall crumbled away as though someone had removed the bottom tile from a Tower of dominoes and revealed a very old, very aggressive and very animated, mummified corpse. The hideous creature thrust its spear at the stooped, gawking Regan, who jumped instinctively aside to avoid being skewered. Bonnie, sensing this was some Undead monstrosity they confronted, elbowed her way down the passage. As she advanced, she whispered a string of words that seemed to prompt a gathering of otherworldly power. The air in the passage grew thick, charged by some energy that seeped into the heavy Morning Star she carried. She raised the weapon above her head and brought it crashing down onto the skull of the desiccated horror she faced. As the monster slid to the floor, whatever force that animated it was utterly destroyed by Bonnies strike. Regan had the comforting thought that the fragile looking Elf maid was a lot more dangerous than she looked. </p><p></p><p>Bonnie further showed her worth by establishing that both Samuels hearing problems and Tobals night terrors were the work of some agency connected to the Ziggurat. Regan did not find this thought very comforting at all.</p><p></p><p>The party pressed on, past a chamber holding a map that seemed to indicate another location linked to the Ziggurat they were currently inside. A set of double doors at the end of a passage blocked their way. Gideon strode forward, laid both strong arms on the sleek stone of the doors and pushed………….</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Karma Kollapse, post: 7236617, member: 6693505"] GM's Note: I swear Richard's hearing is worse than mine, as I've definitely been saying 'Xambria' and not 'Zandria'. Or it might be that I am mumbling through my GMing as well as pronouncing things wrong. Two new players join the team, Nick and Gaynor playing Samuel (Half Orc Eschatologist Monk from the Anthras Mountains, from a monastery that guards against world-ending threats) and Bonnie (Half Elf Cleric with Family connections). --- Adventure #3 - Digging for Lies "Swamp Thing" After returning to RHC HQ and locking up the Arms dealer, the party found that even more personnel changes were being made. Regan was not impressed with the new recruits. One was a flimsy looking Elf maiden called Bonnie, the other was a serene looking half-orc named Samuel who was armed only with a stick. He thought back to the rampaging half-orc Barbarian Melanie and there was no question who he would rather have next to him when trouble came calling. The party gathered gear together and set off for Flint Rail Station, where they had been booked passage by Delft to some gods-forsaken Town in the backwaters of Risur. It was quite literally a backwater, most of the countryside surrounding the small town of Bole lay beneath a gloomy swamp frequented only by hungry alligators and Silk Farmers, who braved the rank waters in search of the webs of Giant Spider. After a tedious Train journey the party arrived in Bole, where Regan and Maisie were pleased to see a heavily used Saloon was welcoming new customers. Their first evening consisted of trying to stay out of brawls between Miners and Silk Farmers and scaring the locals with tales of Maisies ability to talk to the dead. Bonnie, after spending a while outside looking at the stars that blazed in the wilderness black sky, had a little more success gathering intelligence. The Ziggurat was away across the swamp and had been visited by three groups of travellers, including the ill-fated Archeology Team led by Zandria. After a good nights rest the party hired a couple of shallow draught boats, got a map of the area off a local mad-eyed Silk Farmer and set off in search of the Ziggurat. Regan crouched in the front of one boat, eyes shifting between the rather obscure map and the grey, cold waters of the bleak landscape they paddled through. Initial progress was good, Regans confidence that they were 'almost there' went some way to relieving Bonnie and Tobal of the misery inflicted on them by the swarms of biting insects that obviously found Elf and Gnome blood a rare delicacy compared to that of smelly human Silk Farmers. After the third transit of a path through the tangled, mold rotted vegetation ended up in a dead-end of thorny white bushes, Tobal insisted that Regan let him read the map. Trying hard to ignore this insult to his tracking prowess, but aware that Tobal was probably more at home in the grey-green swamp than he was, Regan handed the map over. With nothing to focus on now, he developed a low level nausea that was later diagnosed as a mild-form of sea sickness. As the party inexpertly paddled their craft towards the waypoint Tobal identified, creatures of the swamp significantly higher up the food chain than mere mosquitos began taking an interest in them. The first the party knew of this was when a pair of alligators suddenly launched themselves out of the fetid swamp water, sharp teeth snapping in a halo of spray. One of them lunged towards Maisie who squirmed sideways in the dangerously rocking boat. Bonnie lunged forward and aimed her Mace at the creature, but toppled sideways, her blow going astray. Samuel deftly hopped over the pair of them, immune it seemed to the lurching of the boat beneath him, and landed a solid punch right between the eyes of the hungry reptile. It slipped silently backwards and disappeared into the water. Regan watched with interest the chaos in the other boat and nodded in appreciation at Samuels unorthodox yet highly effective method of dealing with a large, scaley thing that was trying to rip his throat out. His ruminations were cut short by a Gnomish shriek from behind him. Whirling around he saw Tobal trying to prevent himself being dragged off to a watery grave by another alligator, which had a firm, toothy grip on his cloak. Rising unsteadily on legs more used to pounding cobbled streets than balancing on a bit of wood floating in muddy water, Regan whipped out a pistol and fired. By some miracle the bullet found its target and buried itself in the alligators brain. Unfortunately the autonomic nervous system of the creature seemed to encompass the functions of gripping hold of and tearing something to pieces and it was left to Tobal to conjure a cloud of powerful electrical energy and destroy what remained of the creatures control mechanisms. Tobal wrung swamp water from the Map he had somehow managed to keep hold of and the party paddled off in the direction of his pointing finger. Increased paddle speed and (at last) accurate map-reading brought them in due course to the Ziggurat. The Ziggurat was a pyramidical structure that rose above the swamp on a small island. Scattered outside it, amidst supply crates and tattered tents, were the unburied corpses of various unidentified individuals. A large open doorway led into the Ziggurat and the party entered in search of some easily defensible chamber where they could rest and recover from the arduous journey through the swamp. On entry it was immediately apparent that the Ziggurat, or something in it, was playing with their minds. Descending steps that seemed to go down 40' or so, the party looked back to see the entrance no-more than 10' behind them. Samuel reported the existence of Gremlins or some other creatures, squeaking and cackling off down darkened passages. Tobal investigated and found nothing. Tobal himself, attempting to sleep, was plagued by nightmarish visions. Whatever unpleasant or unnerving thoughts that entered Maisies head were overwhelmed by a desire to sleep. It was so strong that the accompanying snores shook the walls enough to send tiny rivulets of sand falling from cracks between the ancient stone blocks lining the Ziggurats walls. After an unsatisfactory period of rest, troubled by unpleasant thoughts and Maisies infuriating snoring, the party pressed deeper into the Ziggurat, hoping to find evidence of what had occurred there. The Diary of the archaeologist Zandria was in there somewhere, laying where she had dropped it when she fled the Ziggurat many weeks before. The Ziggurat was as dangerous to the body as it was to the mind. Regan, picking his way down a darkened tunnel, received a spear in the ribs for his trouble from some hidden trap. The narrow corridors were filled with various devices designed to deter intruders. The situation was so desperate at one point that Nicker the rat was persuaded by Regan to voluntarily enter the clawed grasp of a Hawk that Tobal had temporarily transmuted into, so the rodent could be positioned to gnaw away the controls of some infernal device. In one particular place Regan embarked on levering a small piece of stone from a wall which appeared to be part of a mechanism controlling a particularly lethal looking Spear trap. As he probed gently with the point of his dagger against the stonework, it yielded in spectacular fashion. The whole wall crumbled away as though someone had removed the bottom tile from a Tower of dominoes and revealed a very old, very aggressive and very animated, mummified corpse. The hideous creature thrust its spear at the stooped, gawking Regan, who jumped instinctively aside to avoid being skewered. Bonnie, sensing this was some Undead monstrosity they confronted, elbowed her way down the passage. As she advanced, she whispered a string of words that seemed to prompt a gathering of otherworldly power. The air in the passage grew thick, charged by some energy that seeped into the heavy Morning Star she carried. She raised the weapon above her head and brought it crashing down onto the skull of the desiccated horror she faced. As the monster slid to the floor, whatever force that animated it was utterly destroyed by Bonnies strike. Regan had the comforting thought that the fragile looking Elf maid was a lot more dangerous than she looked. Bonnie further showed her worth by establishing that both Samuels hearing problems and Tobals night terrors were the work of some agency connected to the Ziggurat. Regan did not find this thought very comforting at all. The party pressed on, past a chamber holding a map that seemed to indicate another location linked to the Ziggurat they were currently inside. A set of double doors at the end of a passage blocked their way. Gideon strode forward, laid both strong arms on the sleek stone of the doors and pushed…………. [/QUOTE]
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