We're entering ourselves in to a kind of gladiatorial combat, but we're not entirely sure why. We tracked down the bust of a pathfinder—which is actually the pathfinder himself, turned to stone and missing some parts—to the owner of the gladiator arena, and then wondered what we were meant to do next. A bit of […]
The ranger's back, and he gets updated. 'I don't know what you were told, but everything that was on Slain by Elf last week was true. '...which has got to be a first in its eight year history.' Oh yeah. I'm becoming legitimate, bitches!
We get the Chelish Crux back to the pathfinder, and retire to a particularly quiet nook before reopening it, where the screaming of a demon head won't draw quite so much attention. The demon head starts screaming again, and this time we calm it down a little and learn some more history. But mostly we […]
We are assured that the elf can magically return to us soon enough, which rather disrespectfully gets a few groans in response. 'Or you can hear about his hanging a few days later.' 'Can't we roleplay that?' 'You can fight over who will pull the lever, for all I care. But there will be a […]
My door's broken in! There also seems to be a copper standing next to it, and as Brennan, Ganelon, and I are walking back there to meet up with Skelra and Afutavere I am keen to find out what's gone wrong. I'm stopped short, however, by what looks like a homunculus of Skelra, jigging around […]
The screaming demon head has somehow drawn some unwanted attention. The city authorities bang on my door demanding to be let in. Only Skelra and a rather absent-looking Afutavere are inside the house, and an intelligent wizard and charismatic elf should be able to talk their way out of a simple dilemma that, once the […]
Skelra is concerned that the demon head is screaming because it is in pain, being just a head, so he offers it a healing potion. The GM makes him stop and think, though, at which point he is forced to realise a potion of cure moderate wounds probably wouldn't restore the demon's body. Instead, the […]
It's back to the screaming demon head in my bedroom, who calms down enough to mention a name. The name sounds familiar. 'Is that the mayor who imprisoned the demon with the glaive?' But we're not supposed to mention the glaive, it being intelligent and evil, as our paladin doesn't think he can hear it […]
We've fallen back from our advance positions and are now back in the heart of the village to protect it from the goblin army. Along with the villagers, we have some militia from a nearby town, a few druids, and a, um, 'why is there a Mummy Lord here?' 'Oh, that's me', says Thamir. 'I […]
The goblins are coming and the ogre is drunk. A couple of the party members are beginning to regret trading the ogre's cooperation in protecting the village for beer, particularly when the quantity turned out to be all that the local inn had. 'I was going to take Craft (Beer) but apparently the required skill […]