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The skills, bonuses, and saves for our D&D party.

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Players
Ander: Human cleric
Dorritt: Human warlock
Himo: Wood Elf rogue
Milo: Human Ranger
Hev

Idalla believes the orcs and the mind both came as terrible surprises to the dwarves. Odd. One would expect the dwarves to be very familiar with the proverbs about dwarves digging too deep for their own good. How lamentable for intelligent beings to be so unable to apply common wisdom to themselves. Read more... )
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Players
Ander: Human cleric
Dorritt: Human warlock
Himo: Wood Elf rogue
Milo: Human Ranger

Bones rattled their way across the floor, reassembling into something about the size of an ogre. An ogre missing all of its flesh. Somethings, plural, about the size of a fleshless ogre. I felt confident we might be facing undead. To be specific, a wight and two skeletons.

I would add an editorial comment that calling the undead skeletons and the regular sort by the same name fails to underline how disturbing it is to see bones moving but it occurs to me both sorts of skeletons move. It’s just usually the regular sort of skeletons are considerately concealed by flesh and muscle. Read more... )
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Players
Ander: Human cleric
Dorritt: Human warlock
Himo: Wood Elf rogue
Milo: Human Ranger
Hev: Dwarf?


Battered, we weighed pushing on against finding some secure room in which to rest. Noticing a metal door just ahead, I ventured past it. Beyond was what must have been a dwarven jail. Interesting that they felt the need for one. The key to the cells was still hanging on the wall. Read more... )
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(I missed two sessions so Dorritt's player filled in for me)



Once again, the sage Himo is unable to pen his little diary—I believe he has a hangnail or some such debilitating condition. At any rate, he stared at me for a time tonight, then said, “I’ll be in my bunk.” I took this to mean that he wished me to record our party’s actions in his absence, and therefore I shall continue the tale.Read more... )
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Players
Ander: Human cleric
Dorritt: Human warlock
Himo: Wood Elf rogue
Milo: Human Ranger


When I awoke, I was in a different room than the one in which I was stabbed. Simple logic and the bruises on my back and head said my companions dragged me to another room, one whose door sealed. There are, it seems, flying monsters about. I appreciate not being left behind but surely lifting me off the floor during the trip would have reduced friction? Read more... )
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Players
Ander: Human cleric
Dorritt: Human warlock
Himo: Wood Elf rogue
Milo: Human Ranger

NPCs
Hev dwarf warrior
Musharab dwarf shaman

Safe for the moment, we consider our options. If we wait long enough, the cult will raise their bridge, cross the chasm and force their way into the section we had commandeered, at which point they’ll notice we are gone but possibly not how we managed our egress. As long as they don’t find the hidden tunnel, we can buy a respite from them simply by severing the bridge once they are across.

It was a bold but simple plan, almost too simple to fail. Read more... )
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Players
Ander: Human cleric
Dorritt: Human warlock
Himo: Wood Elf rogue
Milo: Human Ranger

Not wanting to waste Hev’s timely discovery of the hidden door, I carefully made my way across the room and through the exit; my companions were curiously far slower than I to take advantage of the opportunity but soon joined me. Hev, being gifted in matters of subterranean construction in the manner of his people, secured the door, leaving us free to explore the cramped tunnel. Read more... )
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Players
Ander: Human cleric
Dorritt: Human warlock
Himo: Wood Elf rogue
Milo: Human Ranger

After a process too complex to document here, we decided to head off in the company of dwarves Hev (or possibly Dev) and Musharub towards an abandoned forge complex in search of the Hammer of Dergedon, a hammer of unparalleled quality forged by a master dwarf named Dergedon. Which I suppose makes sense. Read more... )
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Players
Ander: Human cleric
Dorritt: Human warlock
Himo: Wood Elf rogue
Milo: Human Ranger

Having found our way back to the city, we attended matters of training and business. The tavern seems to have done well in our absence. It almost runs itself!

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Players
Ander: Human cleric
Dorritt: Human warlock
Himo: Wood Elf rogue
Milo: Human Ranger

On the fourth day, we encountered increasingly large amounts of debris coming down river, some of which seemed to be aberrant body parts. Miles took note of a particularly interesting log drifting past us. His attempt to investigate the log was rudely interrupted by one of the predators living in the river, which made a determined try at eating our ranger. Read more... )
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Players
Ander: Human cleric
Dorritt: Human warlock
Himo: Wood Elf rogue
Milo: Human Ranger

With the temple well mapped, my group decided to follow up a new line of investigation. The map we discovered and the trail left by the abominations suggested a heretofore undiscovered Eld stronghold somewhere inland. We set out to see if this was in fact the case. Read more... )
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Players
Ander: Human cleric
Dorritt: Human warlock
Himo: Wood Elf rogue
Milo: Human Ranger

Since the eld on the throne did not seem to be aware of us, we took the opportunity to discuss strategy. The pro and cons of attacking a being whose powers we could only guess at were carefully weighed. In the end there was only one course for any party of self-respecting adventurers could take: a sudden frontal assault!

But only after we quietly crept away and explored the rest of the facility. Read more... )
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Players
Ander: Human cleric
Dorritt: Human warlock
Himo: Wood Elf rogue
Milo: Human Ranger


I should have been the one to question the Eld but not only do I not speak the language, my knowledge of it might be misconstrued. Best to allow Dorritt to use her mental tricks to speak with the inscrutable being. Once it became clear the only way he would permit us to remain is if we were converted into undead, we decided it would more prudent to leave, at least for the moment. Not least because we could hear the footsteps of somethings behind him. Many somethings. Read more... )
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Players
Ander: Human cleric
Dorritt: Human warlock
Himo: Wood Elf rogue
Milo: Human Ranger

After sundry encounters I will not describe save to say Chult has a remarkable number of small insects, none of whom respect the sanctity of one’s undergarments, we found ourselves back at the ridge overlooking the Eld temple. Aside from the insects, we could see very little animal life. Prudence seemed called for.

As is my role, I glided down towards the temple, silent as a shadow and impossible to see. This proved disappointingly ineffective against the tentacle that wrapped itself around me. Read more... )
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Players
Ander: Human cleric
Dorritt: Human warlock
Himo: Wood Elf rogue
Milo: Human Ranger

Invited to a mysterious meeting with Wakanga, Dorritt was insightful enough to bring me along. Thus events that might have otherwise been unrecorded are here presented for future scholars intrigued by my no-doubt glorious achievements to come. Read more... )
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Players
Ander: Human cleric
Dorritt: Human warlock
Himo: Wood Elf rogue
Milo: Human Ranger

Our country holiday over, I and my companions headed back to town. Although I made a point of providing Tongo with detailed instructions about how to manage the inn during out absence, I was a bit nervous about what I would find. I need not have worried. Although he deviated here and there on minor details of my instruction, he heeded my central thesis: make more money than you spend!
Rather than try to suppress the story of the haunting, Tongo turned it into a feature, encouraging the story tellers who now frequent our inn to use it in their tales. Read more... )
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Players
Ander: Human cleric
Dorritt: Human warlock
Himo: Wood Elf rogue
Milo: Human Ranger

Having given the monsters a false sense of security by seeming to trip over a root, I rolled gracefully back onto my feet. There were an uncomfortably large number of the beasts hatching but it seemed to me that the doorway to the pod was too narrow for more than a couple of the abominations to fit through at a time. Therefore, I summoned my companions to my side.

The sergeant, who seems to have taken at face value the agreement that he command all combat situations, made a number of unhelpful observations as Ander, Dorritt and Milo headed down the slope towards the half-buried temple. He soon had problems of his own; whirligigs swarmed out of the underbrush and clampered over him. Read more... )
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Players
Ander: Human cleric
Dorritt: Human warlock
Himo: Wood Elf rogue
Milo: Human Ranger

We watched the whirligigs (as we have taken to calling them) swarm out. These look slickier, shinier than the other ones we saw. They also look smaller. Freshly hatched, perhaps. Read more... )
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Players
Ander: Human cleric
Dorritt: Human warlock
Himo: Wood Elf rogue
Milo: Human Ranger


Preparing for our expedition was straight forward. It is remarkable how being in an isolated fort helps avoid endless dithering over this particularly fine spirit-dagger or that renowned elixir of immortality. The fort has none of those items, only very basic and entirely mundane weaponry.

Farryn Herric asserted in her famous monograph On the Education of Children Deemed Surplus to Needs that extreme circumstances encourage the development of extra-ordinary abilities. As sensible as this sounds, Chult seems to be counter-proof because despite the fact the undead are an ongoing, existential threat to life, Chult has not produced any noteworthy defences against the undead not found elsewhere in greater quantity. In particular the only method offered to a purely mundane expert like myself to deal with the undead is to hide behind a cleric.

Ah, well. Perhaps I might make inroads along those lines. Read more... )

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