There are greater treasures in this room than quills from the howlers. Bookshelves line the walls high above, half-full with old-looking tomes. There may not be anything particularly extraordinary, but they are old and hefty enough to be worth a decent amount of gold. We take a few down and flick through them to see […]
Howlers! They howl, hurting anyone with ears, and they have sharp quills that damage anyone engaged in melee combat. That's pretty much all of us. We have little option but to engage them in melee combat, though, and have to slog it out one-on-one. Afutavere has some advantage in being able to bow the first […]
'I suppose we'd better follow where his tongue leads us.' 'You don't hear that very often.' Quite, but I'm hoping to make it our catchphrase, even if it means sticking my tongue on every secret door or portal to hell we come across. It shouldn't be too difficult, as I seem to have some practice […]
We find the Asmodean Knot, gateway to our recovering the Chelish Crux. Our cunning strategy of opening every door in the mansion whilst the other guests are asleep or too drunk to notice pays off. At least, once we realise that perhaps a secret door is involved, and maybe the best place to look for […]
There's plenty of gossip to be had at the mayor's party. We learn of a supposed deformed son of the mayor that he keeps locked in the attic, apparently the reason all guests were ejected early at a previous party when someone stumbled up there by accident. It's got to be a ruse, a cover […]
Theatrics over, we are preparing to be the guests of honour at the mayor's party celebrating the survival of the cast of our deadly play. Getting in to the mood, Ganelon asks 'can we bring a date?' 'Do you have a date?', I reply. 'No. But the ranger's bringing his cat.' 'Yes, but is it […]
Devils vanquished, we are on the final trial that could kill us. We are to face a legion of undead, the curtain behind the stage raised to reveal two skeletal trolls. 'That's not how I pictured a legion', I say, and Ganelon agrees. Two more skeletal trolls appear, all of them large and mighty threatening, […]
The next trial in the play involves birthing devils from eggs, which sounds about as pleasant as it actually is. Each of us eats an egg from which a devil spews forth, prompting a fortitude save from everyone. 'Is a 9 a fail?' asks Brennan optimistically, but knowing the answer. 'Yes.' 'Is a 6?', I […]
The curtain is raised! Our first and hopefully only performance of the play is underway. Despite being present for rehearsals and understanding that an illusionist is at hand for various effects, Ganelon is still taken aback by some of the costumery. 'Is that a real bearded devil?' he whispers. 'Are you a real paladin?' is […]
Casting is complete. We all have our roles for the play. 'There remains one last item before rehearsals can begin', our new director says. 'Don't worry, I am quite comfortable with full-frontal nu—' '...payment.' 'Put your clothes back on, Ur'thwrm Jim.'