Post by moviedave on Jul 23, 2008 9:40:17 GMT -5
7.22.08
After a good nights rest, most of us felt recharged, perhaps even slightly more powerful, or like we could take that extra little bit of a hit, or come up with one more clever thing during an encounter. Alastair said he didn’t feel any different and Shorty was surprisingly quiet.
We traveled to the Watch (stopping for a couple of healing potions on the way) to report to Vester. He, of course, knew what we had done, indicated it was acceptable, and did not have any other pending business for us. We went back to the Bloated Goat.
A middle aged human female named Marishka came to the Goathouse with some sob story of how her dumb husband and eldest son (Borsht and Yacof or something) bought a fake map to treasure in the Tower of Klothos and was now missing. I said that even though they were probably already dead, we would check it out.
We made our way into the tower and found a section with dimly lit torches. We became suspicious so we cautiously tried to listen at nearby doors. A big damn Bugbear came around the corner surprising the shit out of me and bloodied my ass in one hit. He also did not come alone. There were 2 more Bugbears, a tiefling that appeared to be a rogue of some sort, and a female Shadar-Kai that indicated she was a sister of the one that we had cut down with the Grey Cloaks. She caused some sort of magic barrier to raise behind us, blinded my brother Vellendar, then incased herself in necrotic shadow as her sister had done.
The bugbears were no joke, the tiefling was. He couldn’t hit shit and paid for it. I encased myself in a shroud of fire that caught the tiefling and a bugbear on fire. Between Kelvonis’ attacks, Karazhan’s arrows and him being on fire, the tiefling turned tail (a big honking one) and fled. Alistair was our punching bag as usual, keeping multiple bugbears occupied even while being prone and dazed, that guy is unbelievable. Vellendar worked the shadows and perimeter as he usually does, dealing out reliable bits of damage, not showy, but getting the job done. Karazhan kept a steady flow of arrows coming out of her bow not caring if they hit, miss, or crit until a bugbear dropped. Bugbear on fire charged at Kelvonis but succumbed to the flames before he could make an attack. When the last bugbear drooped Kelvonis wisely deduced that one passageway was a hall that would link up to the intersection our necrotic bitch was holed up in. Alistair, Karazhan and I took point keeping the bitch occupied while Kelvonis and Vellendar snuck around the other side. Alistair went toe to toe with her in the darkness as his mind was slowly being torn from him, dropping back the hallway when he could take no more. The bitch blinded me so that I could only see about 10 feet or so. Kel and Vell came around the corner flushing her back into the intersection so we could all get a bead on her. She dropped Kelvonis! Vellendar fey stepped to the other side of her necrotic field to block an escape route. I fired a missle of pure magic force at her, and missed, but digging into my inner reserves managed to fire again striking her critically in the chest, killing the evil creature. Nice. With her dying breath she cursed us to wander the halls and rooms of the tower forever, having cut off our entryway and therefore, our exit.
Shorty showed up with souvenirs from the Magical Kingdom of Dis-Ney that he had found exploring the room he found behind a secret door.
We started our systematic search through the tower, looking not only for enemies that may try to come out a door and surprise, or for a new route in and out of the tower, but also the couple of peasants that were dumb enough to come in here in the first place. We found a green slime room, an empty shelf room, a ransacked scriptorium, and a goblin room.
I immediately laid into the goblins with a flaming sphere that rolled around the room burning goblin after goblin. I hate those guys. They’re no drow, but still suck. Our group worked the other side of the room from the ball of fire and we made short work of the goblins. Speaking of short, Shorty managed to position a goblin into a place where I couldn’t control my sphere to keep on the goblin without injuring the Halfling and was forced to cut my spell short. Next time if he can’t learn tactics, he may find himself burned. Maybe we can find him a dagger to throw in that sort of situation, instead of putting himself in front of a flaming ball that’s larger than him. No, unless it magically came back to him he’d probably lose it…
We went back to scriptorium to take a longer break, Alistair’s heroics had taken a toll on him, and not knowing what was around the next bend, we thought discretion the better part of valor.
After a good nights rest, most of us felt recharged, perhaps even slightly more powerful, or like we could take that extra little bit of a hit, or come up with one more clever thing during an encounter. Alastair said he didn’t feel any different and Shorty was surprisingly quiet.
We traveled to the Watch (stopping for a couple of healing potions on the way) to report to Vester. He, of course, knew what we had done, indicated it was acceptable, and did not have any other pending business for us. We went back to the Bloated Goat.
A middle aged human female named Marishka came to the Goathouse with some sob story of how her dumb husband and eldest son (Borsht and Yacof or something) bought a fake map to treasure in the Tower of Klothos and was now missing. I said that even though they were probably already dead, we would check it out.
We made our way into the tower and found a section with dimly lit torches. We became suspicious so we cautiously tried to listen at nearby doors. A big damn Bugbear came around the corner surprising the shit out of me and bloodied my ass in one hit. He also did not come alone. There were 2 more Bugbears, a tiefling that appeared to be a rogue of some sort, and a female Shadar-Kai that indicated she was a sister of the one that we had cut down with the Grey Cloaks. She caused some sort of magic barrier to raise behind us, blinded my brother Vellendar, then incased herself in necrotic shadow as her sister had done.
The bugbears were no joke, the tiefling was. He couldn’t hit shit and paid for it. I encased myself in a shroud of fire that caught the tiefling and a bugbear on fire. Between Kelvonis’ attacks, Karazhan’s arrows and him being on fire, the tiefling turned tail (a big honking one) and fled. Alistair was our punching bag as usual, keeping multiple bugbears occupied even while being prone and dazed, that guy is unbelievable. Vellendar worked the shadows and perimeter as he usually does, dealing out reliable bits of damage, not showy, but getting the job done. Karazhan kept a steady flow of arrows coming out of her bow not caring if they hit, miss, or crit until a bugbear dropped. Bugbear on fire charged at Kelvonis but succumbed to the flames before he could make an attack. When the last bugbear drooped Kelvonis wisely deduced that one passageway was a hall that would link up to the intersection our necrotic bitch was holed up in. Alistair, Karazhan and I took point keeping the bitch occupied while Kelvonis and Vellendar snuck around the other side. Alistair went toe to toe with her in the darkness as his mind was slowly being torn from him, dropping back the hallway when he could take no more. The bitch blinded me so that I could only see about 10 feet or so. Kel and Vell came around the corner flushing her back into the intersection so we could all get a bead on her. She dropped Kelvonis! Vellendar fey stepped to the other side of her necrotic field to block an escape route. I fired a missle of pure magic force at her, and missed, but digging into my inner reserves managed to fire again striking her critically in the chest, killing the evil creature. Nice. With her dying breath she cursed us to wander the halls and rooms of the tower forever, having cut off our entryway and therefore, our exit.
Shorty showed up with souvenirs from the Magical Kingdom of Dis-Ney that he had found exploring the room he found behind a secret door.
We started our systematic search through the tower, looking not only for enemies that may try to come out a door and surprise, or for a new route in and out of the tower, but also the couple of peasants that were dumb enough to come in here in the first place. We found a green slime room, an empty shelf room, a ransacked scriptorium, and a goblin room.
I immediately laid into the goblins with a flaming sphere that rolled around the room burning goblin after goblin. I hate those guys. They’re no drow, but still suck. Our group worked the other side of the room from the ball of fire and we made short work of the goblins. Speaking of short, Shorty managed to position a goblin into a place where I couldn’t control my sphere to keep on the goblin without injuring the Halfling and was forced to cut my spell short. Next time if he can’t learn tactics, he may find himself burned. Maybe we can find him a dagger to throw in that sort of situation, instead of putting himself in front of a flaming ball that’s larger than him. No, unless it magically came back to him he’d probably lose it…
We went back to scriptorium to take a longer break, Alistair’s heroics had taken a toll on him, and not knowing what was around the next bend, we thought discretion the better part of valor.