21 HepDec 1070 - Monastery of Akana Outside of Lansluck
Our heroes, barricaded in an odd octagonal rooms with as many doors as walls, located on the 2nd Dungeon level beneath the monastery:
Rolf Wolfsblood: Bald-headed barbarian from the Plains of Galmar
Kane: Student of Eastern mysticism, controller of water.
Ashe - highly skilled elven ranger
Maloran Alberhold - human fighter, ladies man sans charisma.
Talis Makolin - a rakish bard avec charisma
Echelon - a pigeon loving priest of an eastern god of the sea, escorted by his charmed wolf, Pathfinder.(CURRENTLY UNCONSCIOUS - Wolf wounded but OK)
Velandro - a pious priest of Akana with a kobold congregation
Kannex of Cymril (NPC) - Mysterious sorcerer from parts unknown (CURRENTLY UNCONSCIOUS)
Wrath - Young Holy Warrior with an ego bigger than his ability. (CURRENTLY UNCONSCIOUS)
The party's quick respite re-energized Velandro, who was able to revive our knocked out heroes. Things were still pretty close to grim, and there was no other clerical healing available for the rest of the day.
Nevertheless, they pushed on.
Each door opened to tunnels that wandered underground so randomly they must have been carved by madmen. And madmen were much of what they found, unkempt, babbling berserkers wandering the tunnels for something to eat, kill, perhaps both.
A few more random slimes and rats later, and the they discovered and shallow underground stream, and tempted fate by walking down it's tunnel into the unknown.
When stream opened up a few hundred yards downstream into a cavern, the party began to break up. Velandro and a wounded Wrath took off a side tunnel, and the rest encountered the stalwart defenses... of kobolds. Dozens of kobolds, however, couldn't keep up with the battle-hardened crew and soon the same group fell upon...SPIDER-PEOPLE!!!! That combat was far worse, but they still prevailed and discovered a vast cavern and large cocoons. Slicing open the cocoons the party discovered people sleeping in them. They awoke as soon as exposed to air, very confused. It appeared that a large number of them were peasants from Eding! Many that had been assumed dead during the wedding debacle! Lady Iris was included in the group! A few more spoke peculiar dialects, but seemed equally pleased of their new found freedom.
As Rolf, Echelon, Talis, and Kannex attempted to organize their newly acquired mob, Ashe, Kane, and Maloran explored further. They found scorched corpses of kobolds, and after a few clumsy steps, were just a few feet away from a Red Dragon!
Sure, it was a young adult dragon by sage's claims, but they were young adult adventurers who nearly peed themselves. Ashe tried to sneak off to the passageway on the other side of the dragon's cavern, smelling the fresh air of freedom, but the dragon awoke.
By the time the other heroes reinforced Ashe's scouting party, it was chaos. Brimstone and blood, both man and dragon, chocked the air. Rolf watched his friend Ashe get eaten in one bite. Blows were landing on the dragon, but not enough damage to kill it before it readied another blast of its fiery breath. Doom was the thought in every one's minds.
Everyone, save Velandro and his new-found friends.
The cleric and three very boisterous kobolds charged down the tunnel towards the dragon, hold small casks of something wretchedly alcoholic in smell. The dog men boldly bounded up the dragon, until shoving one in each nostril, and the other down the monsters throat.
The confused dragon stopped, burped, and exploded.
Somewhere in the wreckage, a quite unconscious Ashe revealed that he was still alive, his elven cloak still immaculate.
When Velandro and Wrath took off in a random direction, they didn't realize the rest of the party was following, and surprisingly quickly, they became lost. While the party was surviving an assault on the kobold lair, Velandro used his newly acquired basic Kobold to talk to three kobolds who were trying to leave the caves... and the evil tribe. All they wanted to do was make horribly potent (and horribly explosive) kobold liquor. Velandro took a short time to convert them to Akana, and a much longer time celebrating their conversion with their booze. Drunk kobolds are wildly brave, and develop amazing tactics in defeating the dragon their old tribe had feared for so long.
With a moment to rest, Maloran and Talis discovered where the exit emptied out on the side of the hill, they heaped together the dragon's horde and started taking bags of it back to the boats. The peasants were offered as many coppers as they could carry to help speed up the operation. Surprsingly, everyone pitched in.
22 HepDec 1070 - Village of Lansluck, Kingdom of Crosedes
The boats were ferried across the river numerous time to bring the party's loot, and rescued companions back to Lansluck. After buying provisions for the long march back, Echelon said goodbye to Mohammad and raised his trident for the group to head back home, heroes triumphant.
DM Notes: Part Two of B5 - Horror on the Hill is complete. It took a little yes-anding (and some very combustible kobold tequila) but the heroes have slain the dragon, killed all the spider-people they could find, and negated the hobgoblin kings chances for a damaging raid on Lansluck for a long-long time.
Oh yeah, rescuing what appears to be Lady Iris and the townsfolk who had been spider-people for the wedding was aces too. No sign of Archbishop Adolphus, and hopefully they inquire with the people with weird dialects before they get to Eding.
Was the Dragon's pile a magic haul of legend? Tons of gold and gems, but only a +2 Shortsword for Maloran, and a Ring of Protection for Echelon.
The kobolds went across the river with them, got some supplies out of the group's grateful charity, and headed off to the northwest, into the lowhills and pine barrens, singing a lively song of success!
NEXT #13 - The Heroes' Triumphant Return!
Our heroes, barricaded in an odd octagonal rooms with as many doors as walls, located on the 2nd Dungeon level beneath the monastery:
Rolf Wolfsblood: Bald-headed barbarian from the Plains of Galmar
Kane: Student of Eastern mysticism, controller of water.
Ashe - highly skilled elven ranger
Maloran Alberhold - human fighter, ladies man sans charisma.
Talis Makolin - a rakish bard avec charisma
Echelon - a pigeon loving priest of an eastern god of the sea, escorted by his charmed wolf, Pathfinder.(CURRENTLY UNCONSCIOUS - Wolf wounded but OK)
Velandro - a pious priest of Akana with a kobold congregation
Kannex of Cymril (NPC) - Mysterious sorcerer from parts unknown (CURRENTLY UNCONSCIOUS)
Wrath - Young Holy Warrior with an ego bigger than his ability. (CURRENTLY UNCONSCIOUS)
The party's quick respite re-energized Velandro, who was able to revive our knocked out heroes. Things were still pretty close to grim, and there was no other clerical healing available for the rest of the day.
Nevertheless, they pushed on.
Each door opened to tunnels that wandered underground so randomly they must have been carved by madmen. And madmen were much of what they found, unkempt, babbling berserkers wandering the tunnels for something to eat, kill, perhaps both.
A few more random slimes and rats later, and the they discovered and shallow underground stream, and tempted fate by walking down it's tunnel into the unknown.
When stream opened up a few hundred yards downstream into a cavern, the party began to break up. Velandro and a wounded Wrath took off a side tunnel, and the rest encountered the stalwart defenses... of kobolds. Dozens of kobolds, however, couldn't keep up with the battle-hardened crew and soon the same group fell upon...SPIDER-PEOPLE!!!! That combat was far worse, but they still prevailed and discovered a vast cavern and large cocoons. Slicing open the cocoons the party discovered people sleeping in them. They awoke as soon as exposed to air, very confused. It appeared that a large number of them were peasants from Eding! Many that had been assumed dead during the wedding debacle! Lady Iris was included in the group! A few more spoke peculiar dialects, but seemed equally pleased of their new found freedom.
As Rolf, Echelon, Talis, and Kannex attempted to organize their newly acquired mob, Ashe, Kane, and Maloran explored further. They found scorched corpses of kobolds, and after a few clumsy steps, were just a few feet away from a Red Dragon!
Sure, it was a young adult dragon by sage's claims, but they were young adult adventurers who nearly peed themselves. Ashe tried to sneak off to the passageway on the other side of the dragon's cavern, smelling the fresh air of freedom, but the dragon awoke.
Everyone, save Velandro and his new-found friends.
The cleric and three very boisterous kobolds charged down the tunnel towards the dragon, hold small casks of something wretchedly alcoholic in smell. The dog men boldly bounded up the dragon, until shoving one in each nostril, and the other down the monsters throat.
The confused dragon stopped, burped, and exploded.
Somewhere in the wreckage, a quite unconscious Ashe revealed that he was still alive, his elven cloak still immaculate.
When Velandro and Wrath took off in a random direction, they didn't realize the rest of the party was following, and surprisingly quickly, they became lost. While the party was surviving an assault on the kobold lair, Velandro used his newly acquired basic Kobold to talk to three kobolds who were trying to leave the caves... and the evil tribe. All they wanted to do was make horribly potent (and horribly explosive) kobold liquor. Velandro took a short time to convert them to Akana, and a much longer time celebrating their conversion with their booze. Drunk kobolds are wildly brave, and develop amazing tactics in defeating the dragon their old tribe had feared for so long.
With a moment to rest, Maloran and Talis discovered where the exit emptied out on the side of the hill, they heaped together the dragon's horde and started taking bags of it back to the boats. The peasants were offered as many coppers as they could carry to help speed up the operation. Surprsingly, everyone pitched in.
22 HepDec 1070 - Village of Lansluck, Kingdom of Crosedes
The boats were ferried across the river numerous time to bring the party's loot, and rescued companions back to Lansluck. After buying provisions for the long march back, Echelon said goodbye to Mohammad and raised his trident for the group to head back home, heroes triumphant.
DM Notes: Part Two of B5 - Horror on the Hill is complete. It took a little yes-anding (and some very combustible kobold tequila) but the heroes have slain the dragon, killed all the spider-people they could find, and negated the hobgoblin kings chances for a damaging raid on Lansluck for a long-long time.
Oh yeah, rescuing what appears to be Lady Iris and the townsfolk who had been spider-people for the wedding was aces too. No sign of Archbishop Adolphus, and hopefully they inquire with the people with weird dialects before they get to Eding.
Was the Dragon's pile a magic haul of legend? Tons of gold and gems, but only a +2 Shortsword for Maloran, and a Ring of Protection for Echelon.
The kobolds went across the river with them, got some supplies out of the group's grateful charity, and headed off to the northwest, into the lowhills and pine barrens, singing a lively song of success!
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