Himo brought the feast. A giant pan of potatoes, cheese and hamburger cooked into a deadly 12 HD casserole with a reach attack that recharges on 5/6. It was nearly a TPK. Luckily, before initiative, we ate our chips of blessing. Later we consumed dove bars of protection. Still, we barely survived. Only a long rest could restore us to action. But before we adjourned, we accomplished great things.
We left off last time with two towers of Castle Naerytar yet unexplored. First order of business was to take care of that. The tower above the Otyugh contained a half dozen deceased stargazers of old – now become incorporeal horrors with necrotic touch attacks! Valeriya was first through the hatch and into the topmost chamber of the tower; others followed in turn. Soon the angry spirits were dispatched, and …donuts!
Then, gargoyles. The crew came up with an ingenious plan to lasso the nearest gargoyle in the observatory and then, with a huge suspended cart as a counterweight, let the falling cart rip the gargoyle down the spiraling staircase and into a square threatened by our waiting heroes. The first attempt mostly worked and the gargoyle was quickly chopped to pieces. The rest of the gargoyles followed however, yet they too met their fate in the threatened square at the bottom of the stair. Gargoyles are dangerous stone-like creatures. But, they’re not very smart.
Amid all this fighting, an old acquaintance appeared – Jamna Gleamsilver, former caravan companion and capable gnome of many talents. There were many ensuing conversations about what the cult is actually up to and what had gone down here at the castle. One outcome: the group decided to salvage and interrogate the corpse of Frulam Mondath from the growing sacrificial pyre of Snapjaw and friends. Cleverly, our heroes worked the Speak with Dead magic in conjunction with a Zone of Truth. Many things were learned about the inner workings of the Dragon Cult, including the names of the topmost leaders, the power relationships, and that the secret headquarters of the cult lay somewhere, some 200 miles or so east of Baldur’s Gate. When the five questions were exhausted, Frulam’s body was unceremoniously returned to the corpse pile.
Flush with victories and yet beaten and drained of spells, our heroes headed for a long rest in Spatergoo’s sanctum sanctorum. Everyone hit 6th level. Everyone, that is, except Brokk, our barbarian. Brokk fell only 200 points short. He headed into the swamp for a little “practice” with his axe. It wasn’t long before he came upon some giant frogs. Frogs with friends. Soon there were six of the beasts and the fight was dangerously close for several rounds before Brokk’s axe (and his mighty swings) began to pile up the corpses. Brokk headed back with that certain worldly, confident feeling that comes with level 6. All finished their long rest. As one, they uttered the command word and passed through the portal.
The group emerged from the portal to find themselves high in a snowy pine forest. In the distance, a large house or small for
Suddenly the group was attacked by two fierce Perytons. One snatched Jamna and tried to fly away, but attacks from the group brought the beast down. Further attacks nearly slew the other, and it barely escaped.
Our heroes decided to explore a small outbuilding on the right. A kennel of some kind. Garr knocked on the door to see who might answer. “What’s the sign?”
A huge bloody battle ensued against a four armed troll and two lesser trolls – and a pile of dragon-drake-dog things. Garr was particularly stubborn on the subject of what should kill a troll. Unfortunately for Garr, he was wrong. The four armed troll went down twice, only to rise again to rend Garr with its horrific claws. Finally, Garr managed to cut the thing’s head off. Self satisfied, Garr set in to bandage himself and the troll rose, headless, to rend him yet again. Raynard cut loose with Eldritch fire but the troll’s water soaked cape seemed to squelch some of the burning fury. The headless troll ripped and tore at Garr yet again. Luckily, Tan Meng was there to aid the dwarf with the blessings of Chauntea.
Garr and Himo set lantern oil alight atop the thrashing clawing headless troll. Just as a little new head bud was forming, the fire, combined with Raynard’s hammering Eldritch Blasts, finally took its toll and the troll expired. It was an epic struggle. Lessons were learned. Trolls are tough.
It grew late. Terredon ran for the door. Himo soon after. With troll and dragon-guard-drake-dog corpses bleeding out their last, we called it a night.
What will the great house hold in store? Is Rezmir nearby? What about the Red Wizards? And that vile elf, Dralmorer Borngray? Where’s he got off too?
Where will our adventures take us next?