Investigating the tieflings' huts in the swamp finds something bubbling in a pot over a wide hearth. Glass phials lie around, with glassblowing equipment nearby. Something smells disgusting, and it could be whatever is in the pot. 'Maybe our wizard should look at this.' I make a Knowledge (Arcana) roll, getting a very respectable 10 […]
Skeletons! Thousands of them! Don't shoot till you see the whites of their eyes, lads. Well, 20 skeletons, but that seems like plenty when they charge us. Salvador takes down a couple that get close to him, using his combat reflexes and reach weapon. Most of the rest are despatched by our clerics, 13 blown […]
We spend the night camping on a small patch of land in the middle of a swamp. Well, some of the night. We're interrupted by the approach of a boat carrying some hostile tieflings, singing a melody that lures a few of us in to the water. As it turns out, being lured away from […]
'Reflex saves, my worst check!' Even so, Aggar rolls rather well, getting a natural 19 on the D20. This excellent virtual display of dexterity is only marred by Aggar then somehow managing to throw the dice in to his own face when trying to pick it up.
Our plan to stop the singing almost works. Sure, we appear to be accomplices in the murder of a dryad, but you can't make an omelette without breaking any eggs. Besides, one of the Seela continues to sing. Salvador leaps in to action! He dashes forwards and, not distracted by any nearby defenceless animals, casts […]
'If we used detect magic', says Salvador, 'would the hair detect as magic?' 'Call me a stickler, but I think you'll actually have to cast detect magic to get your answer, otherwise that's cheating, chum.'
'We don't need to kill them to stop their singing, we only have to cut their tongues out.' So says our duskblade, the same duskblade who was quite upset about making a deal with a devil. Presumably because he didn't want the competition.