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Post by Stephen on Aug 16, 2020 16:55:50 GMT -5
Alastrine and I recruit an elderly Druid and two wizards two fill the holes the fallen have made. I am no stranger to losing comrades in arms, but the thought of never seeing the noble Layton or the crazy Arkenfeld is almost to much to bear. I slam another whiskey with a trembling hand.
We leave Lotties and battle balloon our way home. Vella, the druid lady, knitted me a very nice sweater. I will save it for the cold weather. Draelin and Nikola swap spells. Alastrine and I get a little peace and quiet. Out on deck one night I practice my sword skills with Laytons sword. I am not used to swinging a long sword and feel clumsy. I try using Piercer and Laytons sword at the same time, but duel wielding feels slow and awkward. Sheathing Laytons sword I have an idea about keeping it safe and secure in the manor.
At the manor Gilda has things in order. Repairs are on schedule. The kitchen is up and running. And she even managed to make some money. My bag of holding has access to a safety deposit box back at Acq INC. I deposit extra party money and receive a slip in return. I commission a carpenter and have a plague made. I ask that it is three times the girth of a long sword. Taking my time I slowly carve some of Laytons heroic deeds into the wood around where I will mount his sword. When it is all said and done I hang the plague and sword in the common room for all to see and remember. Proud of my work I turn my mind back to the mission.
Omin gives us plans to make a portalometer. This device will home in on the rituals the “6” are trying to start. Following some leads from the C-team, another franchise Omin lost contact with, the manor “shifts” to Candle Keep. Fishing around for clues we find that either the C-team or the “6” beat us to the punch. The next shift and we are in the Underdark. I barely maintain my calm as we explore a trading post asking looking for clues. The thoughts of hundreds of millions of tons of rock above me head gives me more then just the creeps. Never mind the horrors that are said to roam the darkness. Relieved we shift to Neverwinter.
Alastrine drags me to dinner at her parents house while in Neverwinter. Her mother is sweet and kind reminding me a lot of my mom. A burst of homesickness hits me hard. Alastrines father is giving my the classic angry dad look. I almost feel guilty for the feelings I have for Alastrine. I shake it off and decide the Underdark has slightly more appeal then dinner with dad.
After some banter with her parents Alastrine grabs my arm and back to the manor we go. That night I tell Alastrine about where I am from and about my siblings.
The next day finds us in the Kryptgarden Forest. A pretty Dryad helps us fine tune the magical portalometer to detect magical essences. Valla is tickled pink to be in the humble beauty of the forest and to spend time with a dryad.
Following the “beep” of the portalometer thing, we come to a clearing in the forest. In the center of it is a silvery pond surrounded by standing stones. The others approach the stones while I silently slink in the woods on the look out for anything potentially bad. The woods creek around me. Turning I see a very large tree shifting and shaking. Its roots come out of the ground, its branches bend and move like whips. It turns to face me and I am terrified at the unnatural looking “guardian”. Making a break for it I run toward the others yelling out.
Its been a bit since the water elemental fight. I like fighting. I am good at it. But this big ass angry tree summoned two other semi-big ass angry trees and the three of them are kicking are asses. Dancing around the big tree, I slash at its diseased looking bark. Piercer is doing some damage to it. To bad I don’t have an axe. The wizards go to work slinging spells until the both eventually get over run and knocked out. Alastrine flies down and burst heals us. Valla summoned owls that are distracting the trees she then morphs into a large snake and strikes a tree.
I get lucky slashing at the big trees roots forcing it to stumble and fall. “Timber!!” I yell with a big smile on my face. I can feel more then see Alastrines scowl. Finally a smaller tree drops and I scrap off enough bad bark from the big guy and with a booming slow voice he says “Stop attacking my friends!!”
He sends the other tree away and tells us the story of people coming to his circle and casting ritual spells. The after effects of which corrupted him. The thick silver water would have rid him of the corruption faster and safer then combat. Oh well. I file that info under “Next time attacked by a corrupted tree with a pond of silver water nearby”. He suggests we add some of the silver pond water stuff to the portalometer. I do and the portalmeter really starts to work and beep and stuff.
Red Larch is our next destination, hometown of Dran, and something is very wrong here. Columns of purple light stream from the inn’s chimney, windows and from under the front door. Gnolls mill around all sides of the inn and further down the road bugbears are holding towns folk captive at the stable.
We try and sneak but Alastrine stumbles over her own feet and alerts the bugbears. They turn toward us but Draelin casts a spell and threads of multi-color light make patterns above them. All but three or four are captivated by it. We rush in and slaughter the monsters without mercy. Valla summoned fey bears to help fight and they tear up several bug bears.
Nikola is a powerful wizard, string enough to alter a fireball spell turning it into an acid ball. Casting it at the gnolls guarding the front door of the inn, the ball of acid explodes melting four out of five gnolls on the spot. Alastrine and I rush in, she hits the gnoll high with her great sword and I strike twice at its legs. It drops.
Opening the front door to the inn I am greeted by purple light. We all step through it and to our surprise the interior of the inn is clean, has a few locals in it and appears to be anything but a summoning circle of purple doom. Asking the bartender, Omin’s mom of all people, what the hell is going on she appears not to know of anything. The others explore the room. I watch while sipping an ale as Draelin opens a door leading to the back of the inn. In a flash we are all back at the door of the inn. But things are different. The people in here look a little more…sinister? The hairs on the back of my neck raise although I cannot see anything out of place.
The guy swinging from the chandelier looks like he is having a grand ole time. Asking to go next the others begin to look pale and explain to me that the chandelier guy is a many mouthed blob of goo. Maybe they are under the effects of some spell to force them to attack innocent people? Hmmm something is off though. I feel funny.
Suddenly combat breaks out and indeed the chandelier guy is a many mouthed blob of flesh colored goo. Two teens rush Alastrine and attack her. The goo thing drops down and moves into attack. The patrons in the room explode and turn into little brains with legs. Trying not to puke I move to Alastrines side and knock out the teen club wielding boy.
Draelin casts a spell and touches me. I don’t know how I know, but I know that I can breathe a cone of electrical carnage like a dragon! I put it to good use as the combat gets into full swing. Leg brains and goo blobs scramble and fight us. Slashing, dodging and breathing a cone of lighting I am doing great until I am not. I am stunned by a mind attack from a brain leg and its lights out Drexler.
I come back to my sense some time later with a very worried Alastrine telling me about the creature that stunned me and how close to death I was. I also feel sick and small like piss. Dammit did I piss myself? Shaking off how vulnerable I feel I here Vella yell about tentacles and a mimic knife attacking her in the kitchen. With a deep breath I rush forward hoping to get to the kitchen in time.
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Post by dragonforgotten on Aug 17, 2020 23:23:42 GMT -5
Oh dear Kerata. What to say what to say. Formost is her deep seated hatred of dwarves. Put the kyposh on us simply desiring to speak. I rushed to her aid as she’s swarmed by savage two head dogs and mercilessly cut then in two. Soon the river side is filled with blood and death. Alastrine and Drexler are very upset with Kerata. I feel I should keep and eye on her should she stumble upon more trouble. I help her up into my horse and we ride till we find another resident who points us in the direction of lotties place. Through a series of humorous signs in underground travel I find myself in a rather posh palace filled with gambling dwarves and skeletons in service retire. Ah. I did not plan to be in a den of joy, riches and broken dreams today. Everyone is overjoyed by the prospect but I don’t understand the attraction to a place such as this as lovely as it appears. They don’t even serve any tea. We enter the splendid casino, horse in tow till I’m stopped by a skeleton. “Excuses me sir, you can not bring a horse into this establishment.” “Oh, apologies.” With a snap of my fingers he’s gone as I look to the skeleton. “Would you happen to know if a Lottie is in?” “Of course. This is her palace after all but she is very busy. Not just anyone may see her.” “I see. And who is this Lottie pray tell? Would she happen to be a necromancer due to your state.” “Indeed sir, In fact she is a lich.” “Oh...” I’m rendered silent by this revelation. Oh dear. This certainly isn’t good. “Well. We of dragon associates have business with her today. Would you please inform her of our presences.” I hand the skeleton a bussiness card. It looks at it bored before tucking it away. “I shall try. Enjoy your stay.” And with that we are left to our own devices. I’m handed tokens found during the dwavern wedding. Told to “have fun.” While Alastrine and Drexler go to their cards, Arkenfeld to the slots and Kerata to the bar. I begin to wonder, not sure what to do with myself. We must meet with this Lottie if we are to procure the wheel of stars. I’m offered drinks and food which I turn away in my aimless wondering. Eventually Kerata informs us that she has paid for us to “inspect” the kitchen. I’m surprised no one takes up this opportunity so I rise to the job. Entering the kitchen it becomes obvious things are not as they appear. The food is not fresh, in fact it is vile, despoiled yet supposedly exquisite. I jot down some notes for myself as mechanical contraptions prepare the food. The ingredients may be compromised but the process for these meals are not. Moving along I stumble upon an empty office. “Hello. Is anyone here?” I receive no response. I leave our bussiness card ontop of the papers. It is rude to linger and pry were my matters are not welcomed. I continue down the corridor till I spy two doors. I enter the one nearest to me and the moment it closes behind me I feel I made a dreadful mistake. This room is filled with liches, one of which strokes a white cat? Dog? in her lap. I am in the presence of one of most dangerous creatures in this realm. I have unfortunately walked right into the dragons den. At this moment I am great full that the shrill of fear planted from my time as a dwarf and that has made its self home in me remains absent from my face. “Oh look what the cat dragged in. Who wants to see me disintegrate the paladin.” “Oh Lottie let this one speak. We’re could use some entertainment.” Lottie..! She rolls her eyes. “Oh very well, what do you want flesh bag.” I clear my throat and straighten my collar as I move into the room. I bow respectfully. “Evening, Madam Lottie. I am Layton von Sepra of dragon associates. We were sent here to speak to you to inquire about the note you placed in the vault. We are on a important mission to gather to gather the orrey pieces in to hopes of destroying it.” This peeks her interest. She confess it has been awhile since she thought of it but rumors of the six have even reached her and it unease even her and the soul devouring liches the dangers this presents. World ending dangers. The world seems to never stop needing saving in some way shape or form. It wasn’t that long that the threat of a the dragon goddess Tiamat nearly breached her hellish prison. At At this point I’ve settled down onto the arm chair respectfully as we discuss in depth our goals and desires as she hands me the wheel of stars in the promise that we destory the artifact. I give her my word. For the good of the world. Alastrine barrels on in much to lotties ire. “A dog!” She exclaims as I sighs. “Is she with you?” Lottie asked. “Indeed she is. Though be perpared. More may come in the same fashion.” “Alright. You fill her in, I’m not repeating myself.” She’s about to continue our talks when the door opens once again. “Unbe-f***ing-lievable!” She snaps. “I guess this is an OPEN meeting! Drexler enters sheepishly, coming to alastrine side. When the talks are done we exchange business cards and brochures to interested parties. As much as I would like not to do business with liches beggars cant be choosers in or strapped state of affairs. I hand Drexler the orrey peice just as we pass the pool room. I’m shocked in Alastrine lack of fear when she suddenly strips and dives into the pools waters, begging us to join in. I will not be joining. I rather much be leaving. Our leaving though seems to be delayed. Alastrine is suddenly pulled underwater by a unseen creature as a watery serpent strikes at us. She tries to fly upward only to be pulled back down. I fend off the serpent as Drexler dives to save his beloved. I deliver smite after smite upon the creature but it does not faulter. It remains as it was but eventually it does expire. Drexler manages to bring Alastrine to the surface as I deliver a rallying cry. “Rise cleric! Rise and fight!” I scream out with real passion now and the power of my words is able to rouse her from her death like state. She manages to make it to shore and the second creature almost pulls me under till finally it is slained. Drenched and very displeased I heal some of my wounds but we are in a bad way. It comes to us that we need to find Kerata and Archenfeld. I just hope they had kept their shinanagins contained and didn’t cause too much trouble. We’re directed to a pair of large mechanical doors. Drexler hurts himself in the trap but the moment the door opens our hearts sink. A huge serpentine mechanical beast with eight stubby legs and a mouth of cracking energy. Kerata lays at its feet. No dwarf in sight. A behir. This is a beast far too powerful for us. I can not run, I will not disgrace my ladies will again and this outcome is mine to bear. I should have kept our group together but my neglect had caused her to be placed in this situation. I must take responsibility. I know what I must do. I drop my sword, rush inside and drag the poor teifling, cursing myself for wasting the last of my hands on myself. I get her out but not without a bit. Then Drexler is captured in its coils! I go back in just as he manages to free himself barely alive. I raise my sheild. “Go! I’ll hold the front!” It is then I am grasped by its coils as I feel Alastrine cry out for me holding my hand and tries to pull me free. I feel the life fading from me as my bones break. I look at her with tears in her eyes. I smile. There is no escape. “Thank you for being my friend. Save the world in my stead and tell Aria I am sorry.” I watch her shake her head as I let her go fade into darkness along with my pain. ———-
I groan as I blink awake. I’m greeted by a sea of clouds surrounding me. I sit up to find I rest upon a great golden mezazoic temple similar to the ones I grew up in. This is not what I expected. I raise a hand to my chest to find that indeed my life has expired. I scowl annoyed but confused. Playful hisses echo though the sky and I find small winged couatl wrap around my limbs, mewing and welcoming me home.Standing up I sense the vast power surrounding me as I turn my gaze to the skies. I had expected to be consumed by The night serpent, maybe others of my people’s dark Patheon if serpentine. If not that I expected my soul to fling to the darkest pits and yet I am here. The air is light and soft here. “I don’t understand.” “No one ever does.” I turn behind me but I for a second I saw it. The vibrant scales slinking under the clouds. Suddenly I find them surrounding me, feathers and scales as a great sigh Echoes from this being ancient breath. A great serpents weaves through the clouds in a circle around me, massive angelic wings beating the clouds and I am humbled in his presences as am faced to faced with a great serpent, his tail locked between his teeth. “Where am I?” I ask him, the great serpents tongue flicks forward. “You are home now. In my realm of Uroboros, the Gates of Wisdom. In mount celestial.” I’m taken aback at the weight of this.” “I shouldn’t be here,” I confess to him. “I failed, I fallyed and worst yet I broke my word.” The serpent shakes his head. “You have lived well paladin. You sacrificed yourself for others. Championed your causes with wisdom and compassion.” I can’t look at him. I feel the tears gather in my eyes. “You seem displeased.” I clench my fist. “It was too soon. There was so much I had wanted to do. What I needed to do and it was all over in an instant. So many affairs I had to attend to. I had defied my curse for so long. Survived all obstacles and yet it was all for nothing. Dying wasn’t my plan.” The great serpent hummed. “It is never planned.” “Then how am I here. I am Yuan ti. I am no different from them. I’ve failed so many.” “No. You have not. Virtue untested is merely innocence. Good must be tempered by temptation in order to become as steel. Death is with us always, but each death is a rebirth. Failure is an essential learning experience that forms the building blocks of endurance. All lives flow into one another, as all streams and winds. Life is a cycle, as is all reality.” I look back up to him and reach out to touch him in my reverence. So this is a god. “I was told you were dead. That I was foolish In Believing in you. That Merrshaulk had devoured you. That you had truely parishes form all existence.” I feel the serpent coil around me and I touch him as wholeness fills my being. “Death is temporary paladin of serpents. Just as life is.” He lays down and I hesitate. “Will I ever be able to return Jazirian?” I ask him. “Perhaps. Do you desire to return.” I hold my hand over my heart. “I do. Maybe when the time is right I will see them again but for now I shall be here waiting for them to call me back.” I feel a wave of fatigue hit me as I lean against his scales “You have served well paladin. Rest.” I then climb onto his back as he takes me to parts unknown while I lull into an uneasy sleep. Please my friends. Save the world.
Layton von Sepra
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Post by kynigoskerata on Aug 22, 2020 16:00:59 GMT -5
I... don't... like... cats. Viscous little monsters. Their fluffy appearance and cool demeanor relays nothing of the fiendish soul that inhabits all of them. I do mean that literally. I haven't yet been able to prove it but I am sure that given enough time and resources, I can prove their monstrous nature to the world.
Now that my little rant is over, it has been an interesting time, working alongside so many different personalities. Some mesh better than others, but we seem to be blending our abilities well as a team. Most strike me as very astute and intelligent people, if a little controlled by their personal quirks. Still, I have no ability to criticize in that department, at the very least I can admit that to myself. Draelin works his magical and martial prowess in a beautiful concert of death and force. Vella continues to prove an essential component of our battles, manipulating the powers of conjuration to bring forth beasts to our side, even changing her own form to fight battles at the frontline. Alastrine shows the temperament of a leader, though so does Drexler, unless there is some pool of water involved. Still, a stalwart ally in battle and indispensable in her healing capabilities. Speaking of Drexler, the man seems unshakable, nothing phases him, at least to my eyes. A genius with a blade and whip. A talented eye, and great experience as an adventurer.
But enough of them! A Deep Crow! Even just the name sounds ominous and dangerous. Supposedly an old one too. Is it intelligent? Friendly? Perhaps not, seeing as it is guarding for The Six. Maybe, if like a normal crow, it has feathers, there is some property of magic to them that would be useful to the creation of magical artifacts or items. At the very least, they might provide insight into the arcane world around us.
Like this very pub, an area where multiple planes exist in the same spot, localized to this sole house. Imagine of we were able to turn every building in a city into even just a dual planed one. The amount of space we could create, the amount of help that would allow. I hope we get an insight into the workings of this place! This is why I became a Wizard! To create the future.
Nikola Tintreach Merchant Wizard(former) Scribe of the Sacred Moment(former) Dragon Ass.(present)
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Post by Aileen on Aug 23, 2020 14:36:59 GMT -5
Vella runs out of the kitchen relatively unscathed, but shaken.
“Why didn’t you tell me there’s a mimic in there?!” She snaps at me.
“How was I supposed to know?!”
We stand at the bar and try to figure out what to do. Drexler really needs a bath, so I fly up the stairs to see if we can find a room with one. That’s when I hear a gross slurping/chewing noise. Phffffffffft joins me, my new flumph shadow, and the others slowly ascend the stairs. I go slowly, following the nasty noises, and opening doors as the others catch up. I pass through a bedroom, and then a conference room. The sounds are louder.
’Ooo, a conference table!’ my flumph friend says.
Drexler gets behind me and I am overwhelmed by the stench on him.
“Oh gods, Drexy, you’re making me gag!”
“I thought you guys would do that in private?” Laughs Draelin.
I open the door, and see two massive insect/crab things chewing on the half elf that was at the bar.
“Ah! Sh**! Chuuls!” I scream, and then jump when I see Nikola’s lizard has crawled onto my shoulder. “Ah! Lizard!”
I hack at the nearest chuul with my sword, and summon my spiritual greatsword by the other one.
“Want to be invisible?” Calls Nikola from behind.
“Sure!”
I disappear, but somehow the chuul slams its claw into me a second later. It grabs hold of me, and rubs its face tentacles all over me. I feel sick, I can’t move, and I’m pretty sure it’s going to eat me. This can not possibly get worse! And then something slams into my side from behind, and I lose consciousness.
I wake up to the taste of a healing potion and Phffffffffft laying next to me dying. Sounds like the chuuls are still up, but my flumph friend must have sacrificed himself to save me.
“No! Phffft! Don’t you die on me!”
I send out a burst of healing energy all around me, and he wakes up! The half elf in the room starts screaming, and the flumph flies away to relative safety with a quick thanks. I’m almost immediately hit by the chuul again, and get lifted up in his Claw. Drexler is in the other one. I scared flame it, and reappear.
“You look pretty, Alastrine!” Drexler says, clearly trying to make up for something. “That’s my dagger sticking out of your side!”
“Thanks, Drexler!” I snap. “First you make me sick, next you stab me. You better make this up to me!”
With another tentacles licking, I’m out again. When next I awaken, I’m in Drexler’s arms on the floor of the chuul room, right next to the half-elf.
“How’d I get in here?”
“The chuul put you in the dinner pile. They’re dead now.” Drexler says, leaning in for a kiss.
“Ugh, no, you reek!” I gag, pushing him away.
“Oh, I’ll take this back!” Drexler reaches for my side, and yanks out his dagger as I scream.
We take a rest, and I get Drexler into a bathtub whilst covering my face with a cloth to try to block out his stench. Phffffffffft tries to help us, but the others take him in another room whilst trying to explain that we need some “alone time.” I pour all the bottles of alcohol on Drex, and clean his clothes in the booze filled sink, and finally he smells much better. Like straight alcohol, but at least it’s not flumph stink.
After resting and a little bit of recovering, we search the rest of the inn. We don’t find much at all, but we do note the chuul bodies and Chance the half elf are gone. We go down to the kitchen and quickly kill the mimic knife, and find some goodies stashed away in a chest. Drexler kicks open the other door in the kitchen, and reality unravels around us again.
We are back at the entrance of the inn, but this time it’s empty. Well, it looked it until things start moving without there being people. And then everything starts growing around us, the tables and chairs looming above us as we seem to be tiny. We move to the center of the room, and suddenly a voice booms from up above.
“Hello there, members of Acquisitions Incorporated!”
A giant goblin smirks at us from the balcony above.
“Who the f*** are you?!” I yell.
“I am Splugoth the returned! You don’t remember me?”
He looks offended as none of us recognize him.
“From the airship?! The needle?!”
“Ohhh. Hey.” Drexler waves.
“Oh, s***!” I suddenly remember Phffffffffft telling me the name. I whisper to the group. “This is the guy Phffffffffft overheard mention of... also a horrible guardian.”
Splugoth goes into a spiel about how he was hired by Acq Inc to free a Shadowfell Death god or something and then left to die. Jeff Magic, a supposedly awesome Lich, brought him back as Splugoth the Returned.
“I want you to give me the parts of the Orrery,” he says, all business. “Give me them, and I will let you live.”
“What Orrery?” Drexler asks.
“THE orrery! I know you have the pieces!”
“What pieces?”
“Stop messing with me, you WILL give them to me!”
“Screw you!” Shouts Vella, shaking her fist.
“Oh?” The goblin grins. “Very well!”
Splugoth whistles and the cat, now giant and monstrous compared to us, walks over. He sits down and starts licking himself. The goblin sighs, and a portal opens up and releases a ball of yarn near us. It’s eyes follow the yarn, and then it locks onto us. She crouches down, butt in the air and tail flicking, ready to pounce. I look around frantically for somewhere to hide, and then I see it- a mouse hole!
“Run!” I tell the group, pointing to my finding. “There’s a mousehole over there!”
I start to run, and am passed by an elk. I guess it’s Vella. Drexler and Nikola are on it, and Drexy reaches down for me. I miss his hand, and keep running. The cat is hot on our tail, Draelin is in the lead after dimension door-ing, and I catch up with the elk Vella again. This time Drexler gets me up behind him, and I cling on for dear life.
“Hi, Alastrine. Will you be the big spoon tonight?”
“I’m always the big spoon, it’s your turn!”
Elk Vella stops in front of the mouse hole, too big to go in, and transforms back. Drexler, Nikola and I all fall in a heap on top of her.
“Ah! Get off, you’re crushing me!”
We dash inside, and soon Draelin joins us having narrowly escaped the cat. The hole is rather nicely decorated, and we find an unconscious Prophetess Dran tied up in it. Drexler wakes her up with a healing potion, and she gives us the scoop. She was captured by Splugoth, and taken here. We are currently in the “Test Market” which was created by Jim Darkmagic to test new employees. She says the other hers that we talked to were not actually her. There was some ritual going on in the Dimensional Caverns, guarded by an ancient deep crow. A horrible giant monstrosity of a crow with mandibles and a murderous personality. Also, the C-Team we came looking for might be trapped in another version of the inn.
Reality shifts as she speaks, and we find ourselves in the entrance again. Everything is normal sized, but also appears to be in shadow. Upstairs we can see purple light pulsating. Drexler goes over to the Mrs. Dran at the bar and grabs the fake holy symbol off her neck. I fly up to the top level, the darkness giving me the ability to fly. It looks like a battle took place here- there’s blood everywhere! On the ground are the bodies of what looks like the C Team. I step through a curtain of purple light and crouch beside the body of a woman with a scimitar and a longbow. Ranger or Druid, perhaps she has healing that can save the others? I only have one spell left that can save a life, and I use it on her.
Nothing happens. Guess she is too far gone. Drexler runs up beside me, and is soon joined by everyone but Nikola. The light is still pulsating, and the energy seems to be coming from the door beyond, into an office. I go to the door, and open it.
I walk in to see a massive, gaping maw before me. Tentacles reach out towards me, and I scream.
🌖Alastrine
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Post by donaldado on Aug 23, 2020 16:38:45 GMT -5
The old lady of the woods seems enchanted with that butcher's blade. Whoa now! It's alive!!!! What is Alastrine calling it? A mimic? Is that some sort of doppleganger? Slept with one of those once. For research. Have to say I've been bored by others ever since. Ok look sharp Draelin! You are a member of Dragon Ass, you are death itself!
Up to the chambers we run, leaving death in our wake! Careful careful, don't succumb to blood lust like some base barbarian. Yes cool off.
What the? Im shrinking? By the hands of a filthy goblin no less? NOOOOOOOO!!!! Curse those little vile monstrosities! No I can not go out like this. Wait a minute.... That cat looks familiar. Was it always the size of an elephant? Oh no. I can see in it's eyes the fresh hell it wills for me!
"It wasn't personal! I had to make sure you were you! Surely you can understand that, even with the substitution of a hairball where your brain was!" Why did I say that? Run Run Run Draelin as fast as you can.. you don't have to outrun the cat just don't be last. Wait a minute, my comrades.. did they just ride past me? Hades Cockerel!
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Post by Aileen on Aug 30, 2020 17:51:15 GMT -5
I dodge the flailing tentacles of this otherworldly monstrosity, running in and giving it the ol’ guiding bolt. I’m grabbed by one of the tentacles, and pulled toward it as Drexler comes in and starts beating it’s a**.
“Let her go, you s*** monster!!!” He screams.
It immediately sticks me in its gaping maw and chomps down.
“It’s eating me!!!”
I keep trying to burn it with sacred flame, but probably only succeed in giving me a nice smoky flavor as it devours me. It picks up Nikola too, and slams us together. Dazed and hurting, I’m relieved when Drexler slays it and the wizard and I plummet to the floor. Drexy helps me to my feet, and Nikola smacks me in the back of the head.
“That’s what you get for opening strange doors to portals!”
“We barely almost died, Nikola! Everyone’s fine.”
The bodies in the other rooms come alive, and look around at us in shock. They’re impressed we were able to defeat the creature, and instruct us that now we will have to go stop the ritual being done by The Six and save the world. Which they can’t help us with because they are “trapped.” No biggie.
From downstairs we hear fake Mrs. Dran yelling about her medallion, and I follow Nikola down flying in the dim light as he returns it. The others follow after accepting some gifts from the C-Team.
Mrs. Dran turns into some horrible creature right before my eyes, and I’m assaulted by horrible visions of the far realm. My vision turns black as I scream.
“You’ll never get out of here!” Says the doppelgänger.
I try hitting it with my sword, but it just swings through the air and collides with the bar top. I don’t see it when it attacks me, but I immediately regret having come downstairs while still injured as I go unconscious for the third time today.
Vella wakes me up, and I see the doppelgänger run to a door and goes in, closing it behind her. Drexler reopens it, and I follow him in. It leads to a rough stone tunnel studded with purple crystals, and filled with distant sounds of strange planes.
“The last piece of the Orrery is down there somewhere,” says Drexler. “I can feel it.”
After doing some much needed healing, we proceed down the hall. My friend Phffffffffft seems to have disappeared, of which I am terribly heartbroken. The tunnel seems to go on and on and on forever and ever, until finally we come to a canyon with lava flowing below us. A caw echoes in the distance, and soon we come to a point where an enormous nest sits in a cavern. Underneath it is guano and torn up books among other things, and in it... the most ginormous bird I have ever seen, fast asleep.
That is until Nikola walks up and loudly reads the title of one of the books down below.
“Twenty Ways to Gain a Lover!”
The massive, demonic looking crow rises up in its nest, it’s many eyes opening as it fills the cavern with a horrendously loud and world shattering caw. It swoops down and lands in front of Nikola.
“Alastrine, talk to it!” Vella hisses at me.
“What?! Why?!”
“You’re part celestial, maybe it will listen?!”
“I sincerely doubt that!”
I step forward, hands raised in surrender.
“Are you looking for love?” I ask. “Are you lonely?”
The Deep Crow turns its head toward me, and... winks? It gives me what I can only construe as being flirtation. Is it because I sometimes have wings? Does it know? Nikola begins to speak to it in some horrible language.
“She thinks you’re attractive,” he says. “She wants to give you a gift!”
The deep crow suddenly lunges at Vella, and nearly snaps the poor old woman in two. She’s unconscious on the ground, and the bird takes Nikola down next. Deep Crow brings me the body of Vella, presenting her like a cat would give an owner a mouse. Guess she is my gift.
“I appreciate the offer, but I’m a vegetarian!” I tell her.
She flies Vella to the nest and drops her off before coming back to me. I reach into my bag and pull out the two silver necklaces from our first dungeon, one being a second hand gift from Drexler for my birthday.
“Here, a gift from me!” I say to her, and put the shiny necklaces on two of her claws like rings. “Oh, and you may not want to eat the Druid. She’s highly poisonous.”
The Deep Crow sits down and looks devastatingly sad. She begins communicating with me empathically, and I learn that she has self-esteem issues and gets no satisfaction out of killing. She wants to find love, but does know how to impress a mate- she only knows violence.
“Oh, birdy- you’ll find someo- ahhh!”
She suddenly is angered by something, and rakes me with her giant claws. My blood spatters onto the ground in front of her, and she looks ashamed. She communicates that she doesn’t mean it, it’s just what she was taught, and she’s sorry.
“It’s okay, beautiful! I’m going to help you! See that handsome lad over there? That’s my boyfriend Drexler! Just take my advice and you will find one of your own!”
I spend some time teaching her how to flirt and talk to potential love interests, and Drexler tries to back me up. She returns Vella, and after some more healing we ready to part ways. The crow saw a goblin and a grey person run off further into the cavern, telling us they were not as helpful in the romance lessons as we are. I give my new giant friend a kiss on her scary mandibles, and we head on into the caverns to go stop the ritual.
We come to a cavern filled with purple and green light, and see Splugoth the goblin standing on a Mesa in front of a rift in reality. The orrery is in front of him, suspended in midair. Ten purple eyed goblins stand between us and him, and being my non-stealthy self, I alert them to my presence when I enter. Splugoth begins to laugh.
“You’re too late!” He cackles, launching into a speech about what he is doing. I’m not really sure what his ultimate goal is, but I do know this rift might destroy the world.
He manipulates the orrery and purple hues versions of our bosses at headquarters appear. I chug the potion of frost giant strength in my hand, and stride forward. With a belch, I drop the empty bottle and draw my sword. Splugoth manipulates the orrery again and the goblins all sprout extra arms before charging me. I’m locked into combat with a whole mass of goblins, and more are appearing. An evil Jim Darkmagic appears and casts some cloud spell in the hallway, which does nothing, and then is replaced by an evil Viari.
“Where are all the f***ing goblins?” He asks, rushing past me. I take a swing, hitting him in the arm. “Ow!”
Viari turns and slashes at me, and for the FOURTH time today- I’m out. Luckily Nikola wakes me up with a healing potion, and I cast twilight sanctuary to give everyone a little more health. I start to rise up in the air, the dim light surrounding me allowing me to fly, but unfortunately the goblins have bows. Things are not looking good, there are so many goblins and Drexler is now up fighting Splugoth and more goblins while trying to manipulate the orrery. Arrows fly at me, and I take involuntary nap number five.
”Girl, are you kidding me?” A fabulous silver haired man dressed all in white stands before me, one hand on his hip and the other holding a glass of wine. His wings are spread out behind him, his whole being enveloped in glowing light. “You’re not allowed to die, baby cakes. Your goddess would have my wings if I let you in looking like that!”
“Uncle Tobi? I thought you were in Evermeet at a wine mixer?”
“That was ten years ago, honey,” he flicks his wings. “I’m a full Deva, I’m wherever I want to be whenever I want to be!”
“I thought mom was saying you were a diva...”
“Well. She’s not wrong. Anyway, you gotta go- your cute little boyfriend there needs your help. Toodles!”
He pushes me, and I fall off my cloud and wake up back on the floor of the cavern, gasping for breath as I come back to life. I see Drexler unconscious, the goblin cackling as he triggers the end of the world. I stand up, the goblins around me going for their weapons, and hold out my holy symbol.
“Not today, Splugoth! Go to Avernus, you piece of-“
Holy lightning explodes into him just as the goblins converge on me, and he dies. Drexler twitches, and just before everything goes dark again I see him get to his feet. It’s all on you, now, Drexy.
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We saved the world! Our bosses (the real ones) at headquarters are proud of us, and we are invited to a fancy dinner in Waterdeep as thanks- discounted tickets, because of course. All hail the mighty gold piece! Luckily some nice people pay for us, and we show up to the party dressed to the nines and representing our thriving business, Dragon Associates.
Drexler is the talk of the town, and I find myself separated from him as all kinds of people (mostly women) flock to him for his story. I find myself wandering away, nobody really caring about my part in it. I’m used to it, clerics are only really appreciated when someone’s life is at stake. Drexler deserves his moment in the spotlight. I walk out onto a balcony, looking out over the city of Waterdeep, drinking some fancy cocktail and watching the sky turn to night. It’s my favorite time of day, when Selûne feels the closest to me.
“Hey, boss. Got a minute?”
I turn away from the railing, and find Drexler finally free of his entourage.
“For you, yes,” I say, turning back around. “Enjoying the party?”
“The wines good, but the company is... lacking.”
“You’re a big damn hero, Drexler. You should enjoy it.”
He comes up next to me, and turns me to face him.
“You’re a hero, too, Alastrine. I couldn’t do anything without you.”
He pulls me in for a kiss, and I hear Nikola shout “get a room!” as he passes by. Drexler and I make out for a bit, and only realize we have an audience when we pull apart to find Omin Dran scowling at us.
“Kearney, I need your full mission report by tomorrow morning,” he says. “Cold-Pepper, keep her busy! Dues are coming up soon and I need accurate records.”
“I will... keep her busy. All night, sir.”
“Good man. You’ve done Acquisitions Incorporated proud, Dragon Ass. Keep up the good work.”
🌕Alastrine Kearney
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Post by kynigoskerata on Aug 30, 2020 19:02:04 GMT -5
Oh! My head! I think a couple of goblins took turns stepping on it during that whole thing. Ugh! I feel like I should have been able to do more, that I should have done more. If not for the martial prowess and sheer willpower of Drexler and Alastrine, I fear what might have happened to our plane of existence. Truly they are worthy of the renown coming our way. I will have to work harder to live up to our new reputation. Aquisitions Incorporated looks to us as up and comers. Besides that, I hope Mr. Dran's mother turns out all right. That business with the everchanging inn, the damned cat and that shape changer can be quite traumatic. Still, she appeared a strong woman. Not one to back away from a challenge. I can see where our magnanimous boss gets his own force of personality.
On a slightly better note, now that the world is no longer at peril, for the moment at least, I can finally get down to work. First, myself and Draelin will spend some time and money trading spells, increasing our repertoire. Then, if he is able and willing, I wish for his assistance in the creation of a Gem of Seeing. Hopefully it will not be too long a task for us to complete before our next venture.
Speaking of it! The Mad Mage! I know the mage's... rather peculiar reputation, but to even fight the legend himself would be a dream come true. To find some of his own research on the nature of the Arcane. Why, that would be a dream. It could jump my research ahead centuries. Give me but a single chance.
Still, that is far and away yet. A journey of the mind for another day.
By the way, did you know that Drexler's last name is Cold-Pepper? Strangest of things, I knew a colpepper a few years back. I wonder if they're names are derived from the same origin. That man... he worked for a General, Washengtonne I believe. Did some under the table work, as I understand it. Small world, if such a thing were true.
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Post by donaldado on Sept 2, 2020 17:23:08 GMT -5
Great post Aileen! I love the Deva!
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Post by donaldado on Sept 5, 2020 15:11:45 GMT -5
"This blade is of a very good balance, master dwarf. You stated there is a magical enchantment upon it?" "Yes lad yes, when you speak the word written ere, she will fire up and set your enemies alight!" "The number of charges?" "Don't mistake this for a lesser blade my good sir. This is a flame tongue blade. It was made in the brass city by the finest crafters the efreeti possess!" "After appraisal by a mutually appointed appraiser to evaluate such claims, you have a deal." "How litigious you are! Are you sure you are not a dwarf master elf? Ha do not take offense, it is rare to find an adventurer with any form of meticulousness much less your practical sensibilities. Who knows, you might even make it to a respectable age and retire!" "Place no such curse upon me master dwarf, I need to be pretty for my coffin." "Hahahahaha indeed master elf indeed best not to tempt the fates with any such talk of stunning success. All the same, fortune be with you." "All the best for you as well."
This horrible jello has eaten the others and now it comes for me. Should I cast a spell? So far I have only used cantrips, who knows how long we shall be down here. The sword! Yes lets try it. Speak the word of power, yes it is indeed alight! Ok now my enemy leaves first but I must arrive first. "Hsssssss" Haha! Like a hot knife through butter!
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Post by Aileen on Sept 6, 2020 12:35:34 GMT -5
After saving the world we get some much needed downtime to get our s*** together to delve into the fabled Dungeon of the Mad Mage. Drexler got my sword silvered, but when it got delivered to the manor I found it to be too pretty to use in combat. It makes a beautiful mantelpiece adornment, but now I’m out a weapon. A week later, while I’m moonbathing on the roof, Drexler comes upstairs with a big package. An actual package.
“What’s that?” I ask.
“Definitely not a sword.” He says, handing it to me.
Opening the thick paper wrapping, I find it is in fact a sword. As big as my old one, with a holy shaped like angel wings and set with a moonstone in the pommel. I can feel magic radiating off it.
“Drexler, I love it!!!”
He sighs in relief.
“Good! Sorry about stabbing you.”
“All is forgiven!” I set my new sword aside, and tackle him to the ground.
The roof hatch opens, and I hear someone scramble out.
“Who wants some fresh baked cookies?!” Comes Vella’s voice. “They’re vegan!”
Drexler flattens himself on top of me, but there’s no hiding anything. Vella sets down a tray.
“I’ll just leave these for when you’re done, kids! Congrats, you two!”
She disappears, closing the hatch, and we erupt into laughter. It’s not until later, after successfully tiring out Drexler, that I get a good look at the blade. Written in pink enamel on the blade is “Drexler Sucks”.
“Drexy, did you look at this?” I say laughing my a** off.
“Yes, I saw the hilt.”
“Who bought it?”
“I had Nikola find it. Why?”
Let’s just say Drexler and Nikola had words. And then they drank. I’m just happy I got a sweet new weapon.
A few weeks go by and Drexler, Vella and I are hanging and bar hopping around Waterdeep while we wait for the wizards to finish their nerdy spell sharing stuff. I am not a drinker, and somehow Vella convinced me to drink three glasses of wine and a few shots of horrible hard liquor. Granny can drink, Alastrine cannot. I stumble back in the bar and find Drexy and Vella talking to some old fisherman wearing glorified rags.
“Heyyy!” I sit down next to Drex, putting my legs on his lap. “Who’s this poor person?”
The man gets up and leaves, swearing and glaring at me.
“Was it something I said?”
“Alastrine, that’s the first friend we would have made all week! You keep scaring them off!” Vella snaps. “People of lesser wealth don’t like spoiled adventurers that silver weapons just to hang them on the mantelpiece!”
“I thought it was a cute decorating idea!”
“They probably don’t even have houses!”
Drexler just laughs as I get scolded by granny. We spend a couple more nights doing the same routine, and fail to get more info on the Dungeon of the Mad Mage until we have a round of drinks with some Volo guy. We find out there are vampires harassing people on the first level, and some people want us to do favors for them. I’ve got a pouch of moonstones I’m supposed to deliver to some half-Drow lady and we are supposed to look for some guy named Kressando. I just can’t get past the fact that there are multiple levels. Like more than two. That’s a lot of walking.
We finally are ready to go in, leaving our Employee of the month Gilda in charge of business operations, and are lowered down into the dungeon through the portal in the middle of the tavern. The entry room just has sand on the ground and shields on the wall. Drexler finds a pair of pants, some junk, and a stylish hat. Of course he immediately puts it on.
“How do I look, Alastrine?”
“Umm... exceedingly handsome as always, Drexy.”
We move along, with me flying through the darkness to scout ahead. I find a room with a skeleton lying on the floor pointing at a carvinf of a boar thing. The others join me and we go in, finding the walls to be covered in more animal carvings. Drex examines the boar carving, and a secret door pops open! The elf and I go ahead to explore while the others hang back. Down a tunnel we go, and find a room full of water that smells of sewer. An alcove to the right contains a human sized statue submerged to its chest in water. We go back to get the others, then head back in.
I step into the water, and am immediately slammed into by some unseen thing. I can feel my leg stinging from acid. I dip under the water and cast fairie fire, then come up sputtering from the disgusting water I just swallowed. Nothing lights up, so I move away. Luckily my dear Drexler kills whatever it was, and all I see is a grey muddy thing in the water.
Drexler and I examine the statue. He tries putting the arm on to no avail, and I turn the head until it pops off. Inside is melted wax in a small compartment.
“Looks like this was used as a jaculantern.” I say.
“What was that?” Drexler gives me a funny look.
“There used to be a candle inside, see?”
“No, what did you say?”
“Jack’a lantern?”
“Where are you from?!” He laughs.
“Neverwinter, you’ve been to my house!!!”
We head back up to the animal room, and down a set of stairs. This brings us to a big hall of pillars with stairs in four directions out of it. A team of bugbears is running through, but we don’t chase them. Hanging from the ceiling, clinging around the pillars, is the skeleton of a giant snake. Drexler climbs up with his magic boots and pokes it, and it falls apart. We all get bones to the face.
We decide to take the stairs that are labeled “Certain Death” on the wall. What could possibly go wrong? Heading down we find a dead goblin with his skull caved in outside a small narrow tunnel that he may have been part of digging out judging by the pickaxes on him. I go into the tunnel, and find it just keeps on going through twists and turns for a while. We all go in, and eventually come to a room.
This room is partially collapsed and there’s a headless stone statue of a nude woman. Sliding past her and apologizing for having to grope her as we go, we search the room. Drexler finds her head, but it’s the head of a cobra with bared fangs. He puts it on her but it doesn’t stay. I guess we forgot to bring statue glue.
Drexler opens the double doors, and we proceed into a hallway lit by tallow candles. It is ridiculously clean in here, there’s not even a speck of dust anywhere. It becomes clear why it is so immaculate in these halls when after a lot of walking around and finding jack s*** I walk right into a gelatinous cube.
I try not to panic, but not being able to breath due to being suspended in gelatin is quite terrifying. I see Drexler whipping at it furiously, and steel my resolve to get the hell out. Using all my strength, I barrel out of it and emerge sticky and gasping for air on the other side. We fight it valiantly, others ending up inside it at points, and soon are victorious as Draelin finishes it off with his flaming rapier.
We walk and walk and walk, finding nothing of interest, until we come across a full length mirror on a wall. The frame is carved with the image of a mage holding a wand. Drexler and Draelin try to interact with it, getting no response. I touch the wand and get nothing, so naturally I try to smash the glass with the pommel of my sword. I feel a little weird and a rune appears in the glass, but then it is gone. I try again. Another rune appears. I move away, defeated, and Draelin takes my place. He pokes at the glass with his wand.
“That’s an incredibly stupid thing to do.” I say.
“Have any better ideas, Alastrine?!” He snaps.
“You okay?” Drexler asks me. “You look a little lethargic.”
“No, you do! Idiot.” I grumble.
“We should leave,” says Draelin, “We might need to go get a magic wand.”
“That’s a s*** idea,” I say to him. “Why are all of you so incompetent?”
Everyone is glaring at me, and Drexler looks concerned. Since when are my companions so stupid?
“Someone cast detect magic on her!” Snaps Draelin.
Drexler grabs me, and I think he’s going in for a kiss until Nikola touches my head.
“Don’t touch my f***ing hair!” I shriek, going to elbow him in the face. Drexler holds me still.
“Do it now!” He snaps at Nikola. “Stay still, Alastrine!”
“No! Don’t do it! Idiots!”
“Alastrine, calm down!” Drexler orders as I squirm in his arms.
“F*** you!”
Vella tries to cast a web on me from her spider self, and only succeeds at getting the floor messy.
“Why would you do that?! You are all a bunch of dumbasses! I’m out of here!”
Drexler puts his hands on my shoulders and looks me in the eye.
“You should get out of here!”
“I... no, why would I do that?! I’m staying here.”
“Don’t kiss me.”
I grab his stupid face and kiss him. Drexler smirks as I pull away, and looks at the others. Oh Drexler, you idiot, you are just full of bad ideas like the rest of them!
🌕Alastrine 🎃
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Post by kynigoskerata on Sept 6, 2020 16:15:56 GMT -5
Draelin and I sit in the dining room of our new home, glasses full of weak ale. All across the table, our notes were laid out plain to see. With a full chest of inks, parchment, and components, we set to work, finding spells we each wanted to use. While Draelin studied the blade, I studied the quill! So I was able to copy a few more. Still, it wasn't hard. We both could help one another translating our own unique ways of protecting our knowledge. To be completely honest, we spent much of the time simply discussing our lives, journeys, and studies. The time was well spent.
Later on, I discovered that because of extenuating circumstances, Alastrine could not get hold of an enchanted blade. A very useful tool for a frontline fighter, especially one of her skill. Working with Drexler, I was able to secretly procure one while they enjoyed a nice time out in a few of the poorer tavern halls. I heard Alastrine got into a fight over her silvered greatsword. The merchant I was able to find for the sword also had a spell scroll for an immensely powerful spell of the 8th level. Not even the combined begging of myself and Draelin was able to budge Drexler on even letting us open it up to see what it was. Darn him! Draelin had this great idea afterwards, where I was able to get 'Drexler Sucks' inscribed on the blade before handing it off. Yes... it was entirely Draelin's idea.
And then, the moment came. Our descent into the Dungeon. Dungeon, such a simple word for a complex large enough to house the city. There are so many rumors and tales of the home of the Mad Mage that one cannot begin to know where truth begins, fantasy ends, and reality blends with dreams.
Sqeee! I am so excited!
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Post by donaldado on Sept 12, 2020 11:27:25 GMT -5
"Click clack clakcity click." Sooooooo is that a yes? can this spider create a web map? Maybe she needs to eat more. Well I am not volunteering.
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Post by Aileen on Sept 13, 2020 10:19:47 GMT -5
"Click clack clakcity click." Sooooooo is that a yes? can this spider create a web map? Maybe she needs to eat more. Well I am not volunteering. Don, have you ever gotten stuck in a revolving door?
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Post by Aileen on Sept 13, 2020 10:20:04 GMT -5
I’ve never been more useless. My idiot crew decides to proceed onward through this labyrinthine dungeon, despite my advice. Everything they’ve said has been a terrible idea.
“Alright, lets not go down this way!” Says Drexler.
“No! We must!”
“Alright Alastrine, wrong as always!”
We proceed onward, and soon are waylaid by some bugbears. Everyone jumps in to fight, but I find I can’t raise my sword above hip level, nor cast any spells. I’m beat, I just want to nap, but we are in a dungeon. Luckily they manage to kill one, but the other gets free. A secret door is found, and I’m told not to go in. So I do.
“Can we please nap?” I beg. “I can’t heal, I’m so weak!”
“Stop complaining, Alastrine!” Says Draelin.
“My feet hurt! My head hurts! I hate being underground-“
“Ah! Just keep talking, Alastrine.” Drexler smirks.
I go dead silent, never to speak a word to them again. That is until an hour goes by, and I feel...
“Guys, I’m normal again!”
“Well that’s not saying much,” says Vella, promptly turning into a spider again.
We move on and find a room with a tub/basin but not much else. Drexler and I go to it and turn the tap, and it begins to fill with hot water. I suddenly get scared it will do something horrible to us so I turn it off. Everything’s fine, nothing happens, and I just find myself more and more confused by this dungeon. There are creatures to kill, which is great, but none of the statues and things we have found have done much of anything. Where are the fabled traps and treasure?!
The sound of chittering comes from around the corner, and we jump into action. Carrion Crawers- three of them! One is on the ceiling and the others on the ground. I’m happy to have my spells back when I hit them with guiding bolts, but I’m off my game- it barely singes their carapaces. So I get to hacking and slashing with my fancy new sword and trusty spiritual weapon, fighting alongside my dear Drexler with his whip. Poor guy gets tangled up in some tentacles, but soon we are victorious!
Sweaty and out of breath, I turn around to find Vella spider sitting quite comfortably inside the basin. She waves one of her legs at me, and I gag. Why can’t she be something cute, like a goat?
🌕 Alastrine
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Post by kynigoskerata on Sept 14, 2020 10:05:14 GMT -5
Sweet relief! When Alastrine suddenly began her descent into madness, I'd thought she was a goner. Though it was a little difficult at first to recognize that she disagreed with all our decisions, for some reason. Then Draelin began to question the Spider-Vella's ability to make maps. Perhaps it would be best to keep a journal on their normal behavior so that it might be easier to see the effects the dungeon has on each of them. At the very least it will be interesting, no?
Don't look at me like that, I've been talking to myself for longer than I've known these people. I'm pretty sure. Absolutely.
Finally though, we have caught up to the goblinoid menaces. The bugbears had been a bother since we first come down, remaining just out of reach for questioning or fighting. Finding the pair alone had been a boon, allowing us to find out more about this level.
I also found a secret room~
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