Despite our best efforts at being completely rubbish detectives, we manage to locate the stolen dragon's egg. We should probably write down what we did so that we can repeat our successful methods next time. Something about talking to people, I think. We bargain with the thief to sell us the egg, but with no […]
After returning from a negotiation, we update the sergeant of the fort with our progress, after which he invites us to share a game of Conquest with him. Conquest is a strategy game where players pit their wits as commanders against each other, as well as test out actual strategies in a vague representation of […]
Maybe we shouldn't be pairing up ugly and uglier to get information from someone, but we are. Let's just not let our expectations get too high. Thrak and Salvador enter the shop and approach the owner, hoping to get some information about a stolen dragon's egg. Surprisingly, they make some progress, getting the owner to […]
'Salvador can do the talking, as he has a better charisma score than me.' 'No I don't', says Salvador, looking at his character sheet. 'Do I?' 'Mine's 6.' 'Holy crap, I do. It's 8.' Negative ability modifiers for both! Why are either of them trying to get some important information from an NPC? The situation […]
'You and, um, I'm sorry, I've forgotten your names. 'That's Thrak, and he's Hodor', says Salvador. 'Hodor?!' says our cleric, somewhat insulted. 'See? It must be right.'
Stalking someone who is known to have been looking for us, Salvador gives away his position by some lacklustre hiding. The woman confronts him, and rather than running away Salvador decides to hear what she has to say for a moment. This turns out to be not quite the best plan ever, particularly as he […]
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 […]
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.'