An epic evening of battle and mayhem!
Garr (dwarven fighter) brought a mountain of roast turkey, bread, and makings for sandwiches as well as curried carrot soup. It was excellent. We feasted mightily. Tragically, however, Terredon was called elsewhere. Not only did we suffer his absence, we were wanting for sacrament. No donuts!
We began where we left off last time. Terredon the druid had been fed a potion of healing. His body still lay where he fell (and lost two levels!) against the pale hags and scimitar cultists. Tan Meng frantically bandaged the melee types as they formed a defensive line at the entrance to the inner courtyard. Raynard stood behind them and began the casting of Leomund’s Tiny Hut from a scroll. The badly beaten party had to stand for one full minute until the Hut would appear. Tan Meng had 3 hit points, many others stood bleeding and near death as well.
Several thugs wearing poorly made paper mache white dragon masks and two more white hags attacked from a hall off to the left of the courtyard. It was a bitter battle with everyone trying to hold the line, while at the same time avoid the licking, sucking bite of the pale hags. Eventually the foes fell. Two giant frogs attacked, along with some bullywugs! All were killed before the hut appeared.
Those who were conscious watched through the impermeable walls while the inhabitants of the castle coped with the hemispherical incursion.
Near the short rest boundary – the lizardmen left with their dead. The bullywugs left without theirs and over time, the cultists threw the dead bullywugs from the battlements.
Dralmorrer Borngray and company built barricades around and slightly away from the Hut and and flooded the area with oil. At the 7.5 hour mark, our heroes lit the oil starting a dark smokey conflagration.
At 7 hours and 50 minutes, the cultists threw more oil on the fires. Garr exited the dome and climbed the wall toward the southeast tower with some rope and pitons to secure a vertical escape for the group. Cultists in the long causeway heard his pounding and attacked! Thus began a prolonged skirmish in the causeway as characters climbed to freedom starting at 7 hours and 56 minutes. More caster cultists, more white hags, and more pale dragon thugs approached and attacked!
The battle flowed out onto the rooftop above… and kept flowing. Cultists ran up the adjoining tower and were met there by PC’s on the advance. Raynard cast another cool spell of the evening – Hunger of Hadar which the group exploited effectively, continually shoving the foe back into the “void, filled with a cacophony of soft whispers and slurping noises that can be heard up to 30 feet away…. and milky tentacles…groping their victims”
The roof was wet with blood and littered with corpses – and it grew late.
We left off with everyone still on the rooftop. Hunger of Hador still running; more foe on the advance. Everyone worked together pretty well and kicked ass.
Where is Dralmorer? Where is Azbara Jos? Where’s all the treasure that the Dragon Cultists have been dragging here and what do they intend to do with it? Where did the bullywug chieftan in the dress disappear to, and is there an end to reservoir of cultists?