2013-05-03
The part of Lisa is played by Koram
DM: Tundrra
After defeating Nightfear, we do what all victorious conquerors do: Rummage through our fallen adversary’s underwear drawer.
We discovered numerous journals filled with the incoherent insane ramblings of whatever this creature truly was. I got myself a fancy necklace, Tig took a spear. I was offered some powerful magical tarp purporting to be an article of clothing that was … ahem … gray, that I simply would not be caught dead wearing.
We spent a few hours getting a little rest, but most of the time was spent endlessly searching empty rooms and blank walls for elusive secret doors.
In some sort of vile, filthy room that must have served as the squalid sty for the gnolls, Tig discovers, to no one’s surprise, a number of “stinky sacks” which to my horror he appears to be touching.
Refusing to enter the gnoll-excrement-chamber, I am able to hear from the relative safety of the corridor that there a few small valuables, some vials of poison that were employed against me in particular and some coin.
Upon emerging, I insist Tig wash his hands. He appears bewildered. I am re-traumatized.
We wile away the hours inside Nightfear’s inner sanctum, taking refuge in more civilized formal barracks, engaged in idle banter, I take refuge in my tent for tea and soak my feet.
Before first watch that evening, I resummon Artifex to my side and I am grateful that I did, because not long into our watch, Jilto and I, through our familiars, detect interlopers on the shore. We had forgotten entirely about the squad of guards on the southern end of the lake we had previously evaded.
There are five of them and although we attempt to deceive them by taking on the form of Nightfear and mimicking his voice, his servants are not fooled and attack.
As has been their custom, they use those accursed necklaces of fireball, tossing them heedlessly hither and thither, like coppers in a sea of beggars.
To no avail. We answer their poor-man’s fireballs with our own, plus my own amazing Blizzard spell.
We were a bit taken offguard and therefore slow to position ourselves well for the assault, but most if not all managed to get in their hits after their own fashion. Captain Barten again used Wave to create a wall of force to bar entry from the central door.
The so-called murder holes were not very well made in my opinion, much to my relief when we were on the other side of them of course, but confounding now that we were on the “murder” side of them.
Too late did we realize we had left the northern secret door open and by the time we had managed to get there to amend our error, they had entered through it.
The fight was brief, and we prevailed, although Tig most certainly took the brunt of their numerous fireball spells.
At least I was not poisoned again.
"Tig, did you wash your hands?"
"Uh ... yeah. Sure boss."
"With soap?"
<sigh>
"Uh ... yeah. Sure boss."
"With soap?"
<sigh>