Wednesday Night D&D
Apr. 7th, 2011 06:32 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
james_davis_nicollThe party woke, naked and in a crater in the middle of a forest. There was a dragon.
The dragon is Razorhorn, a green dragon the group had been warned about. Happily for the party, Razorhorn was required to save the group from the explosion and to let the party get a decent head start before stalking. The entity behind the rescue (or as it turned out, resurrection) was none other than Bob the Dragon. Good old Bob.
The jungle the group is in look wrong; the plants are similar to what grows where the party was but not identical. The differences indicate a time shift back a substantial period of time. Marcus cannot contact his god - it's there but "far away" - but happily Quinn does not have this problem: eldrich horror patrons for the Win!
Quinn took the opportunity while fleeing naked through the jungle to point once again the injustice of the way he is seen as the foolish, short sighted member of the group given that it was the cleric who blew the group into the past.
Sonlin can sense what direction her sword is in but it is too far too call it to her.She heads off in the direction of the sword and the rest of the party follows, on the assumption the other gear might be there. The trail leads the party to a ziggurat, within which the group finds a collection of bodies, including what turn out to be the party's own corpses, stored within sarcophagi, along with those items that were particularly dear to the PCs; Quinn was very, very happy to see his precious skull mask.
There were also some other items whose significance was not immediately clear to the group.
There are murals in the ziggurat that indicate the schism between regular elves and drow has not happened yet, which is something that could have potential.
A party of elves is seen approaching the ziggurat; the group leaves so that it is not clear we just looted the place and circle around to encounter the elves, who prove friendly enough. It's hard to tell if it is day or night; this is because there is a calamity currently ongoing, something that involves a great roiling void in the sky that occasionally drops things on the surface of the world.
The group is hailed as heralds of the worm; what this means is unclear.
After watching religious ceremony and doing what little can be done to prevent the coming schism, the group headed back to the local city. The session closed as the group caught sight of a Vrok, a demon of some sort; where this is going was left to the next session.
We leveled up: Quinn is 10th level. He picked up Shadow Form, which looks hilarious, and Alchemy, although at present he doesn't have any scrolls or what-have-you that would let him make fun stuff. Not sure how to handle the Grand Mastery stuff or even if Jeeves came through with the group; the bird had to be respawned from soul-stuff...
Say, those two elves aren't around. Whoops.
The dragon is Razorhorn, a green dragon the group had been warned about. Happily for the party, Razorhorn was required to save the group from the explosion and to let the party get a decent head start before stalking. The entity behind the rescue (or as it turned out, resurrection) was none other than Bob the Dragon. Good old Bob.
The jungle the group is in look wrong; the plants are similar to what grows where the party was but not identical. The differences indicate a time shift back a substantial period of time. Marcus cannot contact his god - it's there but "far away" - but happily Quinn does not have this problem: eldrich horror patrons for the Win!
Quinn took the opportunity while fleeing naked through the jungle to point once again the injustice of the way he is seen as the foolish, short sighted member of the group given that it was the cleric who blew the group into the past.
Sonlin can sense what direction her sword is in but it is too far too call it to her.She heads off in the direction of the sword and the rest of the party follows, on the assumption the other gear might be there. The trail leads the party to a ziggurat, within which the group finds a collection of bodies, including what turn out to be the party's own corpses, stored within sarcophagi, along with those items that were particularly dear to the PCs; Quinn was very, very happy to see his precious skull mask.
There were also some other items whose significance was not immediately clear to the group.
There are murals in the ziggurat that indicate the schism between regular elves and drow has not happened yet, which is something that could have potential.
A party of elves is seen approaching the ziggurat; the group leaves so that it is not clear we just looted the place and circle around to encounter the elves, who prove friendly enough. It's hard to tell if it is day or night; this is because there is a calamity currently ongoing, something that involves a great roiling void in the sky that occasionally drops things on the surface of the world.
The group is hailed as heralds of the worm; what this means is unclear.
After watching religious ceremony and doing what little can be done to prevent the coming schism, the group headed back to the local city. The session closed as the group caught sight of a Vrok, a demon of some sort; where this is going was left to the next session.
We leveled up: Quinn is 10th level. He picked up Shadow Form, which looks hilarious, and Alchemy, although at present he doesn't have any scrolls or what-have-you that would let him make fun stuff. Not sure how to handle the Grand Mastery stuff or even if Jeeves came through with the group; the bird had to be respawned from soul-stuff...
Say, those two elves aren't around. Whoops.
