We travel by coach for two days north, to the village where the crime occurred. We get most of the way there before being ambushed by goblins, which is pretty good going, and even the ambush is pretty half-hearted. It seems that there is a fairly peaceful coexistence of goblins and humans, and that these […]
Four mighty adventurers are brought together to solve the perilous case of the missing girl. Four mighty second-level adventurers. Periwinkle, gnome cavalier; Brock Ironfist, dwarf barbarian; Githsashit, gnome rogue; and Davor, half-orc barbarian/rogue. 'Half-orc and half-what, exactly? Half-goblin? Half-gnoll?' 'Human, you annoying little prick.' 'No, really. Half-kobold? I need to know.' 'Don't mock me. I'm […]
We have the Chelish Crux and are out of the Asmodean Knot. I suppose we should take the Crux to the pathfinder who asked us to retrieve it. Or we could open it first, just in case. We don't know what will happen and it may be best to be prepared. 'If we open this […]
We have the Chelish Crux, now we have to get out of the Asmodean Knot. We could go back the way we came, although that means passing through the heart and its randomly opening and closing doors, across a gap to a rickety bridge, and somehow working our way up a water slide. I think […]
'Stick my head under?' Ganelon's not too happy about having to dunk himself in the slimy, probably diseased water in order to locate our drowning elf. 'Do I have to?' He smooshes his foot around a bit instead, bumping it in to what could be the elf's body, or maybe the elf's corpse. I dash […]
The elf is submerged and soon to drown. The Outcast King has all its tentacles swiping at the rest of us, a couple of them wielding swords. Thankfully, I have a silvered weapon that is getting through the monster's damage reduction, and Ganelon is using his ability to smite evil to full effect. Ganelon swings […]
With all its tentacles now free, having dropped our dying elf in to the murky waters to drown, the Outcast King can flail away with its full five attacks against the rest of us. Or it could, if it weren't blinded. 'Being blind, does it still know which square its attackers are in?', asks the […]
The Outcast King has risen from the shallow depths of some slimy water and is grappling our elven ranger. The constricting grip of his tentacle is crushing the life out of Afutavere, who is almost on his last breath. 'Go limp! Play dead!' I cry out, hoping that acting like a rag doll will convince […]