We are become actors! That's the plan, and it works quite well. At least, as well as can be expected for a rather contrived series of events to get us a key by finding a container that is held by the mayor which opens a magical seal to get us in to a pathfinder lodge […]
We are heading to Delvehaven, to unlock the mysteries of the sealed lodge and perhaps uncover the source of the shadowbeasts. Or we would be, if we weren't stopped before we could even start. Apparently we can't just walk in to Delvehaven, what with it being sealed with various magic wards. What we need is […]
The tieflings are defeated. Somehow we have eradicated the threat of the Bastards of Erebus. Even more unlikely, we all survive to tell about it. But there is still much more to achieve before the city is safe and free from evil, and after a short recuperation period we are gathered together again with the […]
The fight's not quite going in our favour. It becomes apparent that an invisible cleric is wandering around when injured and knocked-unconscious tieflings clamber back to their feet to engage us again. It becomes more apparent when his invisibility spell drops during his casting of burning hands, hitting three of our party standing conveniently in […]
Another room, more tieflings. We are in a new initiative order, having paused for breath and certainly not to make life easier for the GM, when one charges our elf at the start of combat. 'He hits armour class 14', our GM tells Afutavere. 'That's a miss.' 'He's hitting your flat-footed armour class', our elf […]
Pausing in the corridor, outside a door through which the tieflings retreated, we hear voices. They are speaking in the Abyssal language, which our mage understands. 'How many are speaking?', he asks our GM. 'That depends. How good are you at differentiating tiefling accents?' A stage whisper comes from one side of our mage. 'Say […]
Having our party almost split in two at the start of the encounter gives the tieflings an early advantage, but the narrow and linear corridor offers little tactical opportunities and we are soon back on equal footing. We still need to manoeuvre somewhat so that our squishier characters aren't so unprotected. Afutavere's keen elvish senses […]
It's been the longest readied action in history, but finally Afutavere's bow fires in to the tieflings approaching us from around the corner. At least, I think that's what has everyone else running in that direction whilst I block this hole in the ceiling from skeletal dog encroachment with my head. It's a good enough […]
I never seem to learn. I see a hole, I poke my head through it. Even if the hole is in a tiny room behind a boarded-up door in a crypt beneath a church, I can't resist taking a look. And for my troubles an insect grub bites in to my eyeball, latching on to […]
More dogs attack! The paladin charges in, slicing in to one of the dogs with his sword and cleaving with his mighty blow in to a second. The vicious hell dogs bite and tear at the paladin's legs, pulling him down to the ground. 'I'll just attack from prone, then', he sighs. 'Is being prone […]