Dear Diary,
I am forced to add to the list of people that I must kill.
By the time we had rested up from our last battle, I had had about enough. I made up my mind I was not going to rest or retreat until the all of the drow in the caverns were dead.
While the big brains prepared spells and prayed and all that crap, Daria went on a recon mission. It was a good idea but, unfortunately, she didn’t find the drow. She did find a trap though. Daria came back to camp to report the trap and told everyone that she needed time to recover the poisoned needles.
On hearing this I worked myself up into a rage and ran into the hall. Thip thip thip. Three arrows fired at me. I parried one, one glanced off of my shirt and one hit me. I could feel the poison trying to wear me down but I was too pissed off.
I ran another five feet. Thip thip thip. Another damn trap. One arrow completely missed, I parried one, and one hit. It also was poisoned but I shrugged it off. My magic ass beer is more potent than that loser poison!
I turned the corner and ran down the second short hall to another corner and Thip thip thip. I got hit twice more and parried a third. Of course, I stayed on my feet. Five feet past the corner a pit trap opened under my feet but I avoided it. I ran to the end of this hall, still ready to kill drow when I turned the corner to see a double door.
Dammit! I wanted to kill! I burst through the doors and my prayers were answered. Losers! The two of them weren’t drow but I didn’t mind to kill them anyway.
They must have been ready for me because they got the drop on me. Oh well. We started fighting and I offered to spare one of them for Daria to interrogate but neither of them took me up on my offer – or they didn’t understand common. Hey, I tried right? Vin would have been proud.
Speaking of Vin, he was the next on the scene. And soon after, the room was packed with everyone trying to get a piece of my losers. Actually, these guys weren’t total losers; they hit pretty hard with their greataxes and could take a beating like Kongu.
Anyway, before too long we (mostly me) killed them and they turned into some 9-foot tall bull-headed losers! That explained a lot. It turns out that Nesta was being held in that room but I didn’t notice because I was concentrating on killing.
Nesta found that she had a new tattoo on her back and when Ortho checked, he found that he too had a tattoo. Boy, oh, boy! The looks on their faces was almost worth having to rescue them.
While everyone else looted the room and Daria inspected the far door, I back-tracked to inspect the pit that I almost fell into. While I was busy finding a crap-lot of nothing, I heard Kongo yelp a few times and I heard a rumble. Ortho later told me that Kongo fell into the same spiked pit trap three times. Har har har! Oh well, he’ll learn some day. Anyway while I was in the first pit, Daria opened the next door. I was alerted to this when I heard the party yelling and heard something BIG roar – followed by screaming. As I climbed out of the pit and ran to the battle, I could hear Daria repeatedly call out “It’s not real! It’s an illusion!” I certainly sounded real enough. Anyway, long story short, I got to battle my first dragon, and deliver the killing blow – but that goes without saying.
The next room contained only a single drow with a sword in his back. Man, that pissed my off. Whoever that guy was, I was supposed to kill him! To make matters worse, he had a note that said something about the tattoo bearers’ dimensional adventures. How freaking boring!
As we opened the far door in this room, we found out what the rumbling sound had been. The cowardly loser-elves had collapsed the cavern to cover their cowardly loser retreat. Hence, I added them to my list for future killing and we finally left the caverns. I just hope those drow know that it was I, Rudolpho Milano, that defeated them. Just to be sure that they know, I wrote my name on the wall of the last room. Maybe they’ll come looking for me one day.
Oh, yeah - Nesta says that Vin’s fulla crap. Vin claims to be a paladin of Farllangn crap! Ffarlanngh dammit! Fharlanghn but Nesta claims that Fharlanghn is a patron deity of travelers that cares nothing for holy crusades. Paladins are chosen by the godly powers of purity and justice. She mentioned Heironeous by name but added that with Vin being half-sea elf as he is, there is really no telling what god tapped him to be a paladin. Whatever Vin is, he’s not what he thinks he is. Heh heh heh!
Nesta says she knows all about Fharlanghn because she’s a ranger. She says that all travelers, including our little band, would do well to pay homage to Fharlanghn, and that he could help us get home and blah blah blah… She said some more crap but I had quit listening by then.
Out of all that mess with the drow, we got some neat loot but everyone seems afraid to wear the drow chain armor. I guess I’ll take it if Vin or Nesta doesn’t want it.
-R
Monday, October 29, 2007
Sunday, October 28, 2007
That's not a REAL dragon...
The party quickly regroups and resumes their pursuit of the Drow, and to find Nesta. This, in spite of several 'Let's just leave now.' motions.
Into the far passageway, the natural cavern gives way to a worked passage way. It weaves back and forth. Ever cautious, the party sends Daria out to search for more Drow surprises. After discovering a few dart traps and a pit, the party arrives at a door.
Once into the room, two very tough-looking bugbears are guarding an upside-down, bound, and unconscious Nesta. The bugbears put up quite a fight, but when they fall their forms morph into something closer to a troll. Nesta comes around, and the group notices a strange tattoo on Nesta's back. Ortho, apparently, has one too. The party regroups again, and travels through a short hall.
The door beyond reveals a large room with an adult black dragon. Daria is not willing to fall for the Drow trickery again, and disbelieves what is an obvious illusion. The party takes an old school beating, several members taking their turns in the unconscious brigade. In the end, the party is victorious.
Daria waits patiently for the "dragon" body to morph into its real form.
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Session Characters: Rudolpho, Ortho, Gwendelyn, Daria, Vin, Nesta, Kongu
Session Loot: two strange tattoos, one on Ortho, one on Nesta.
Into the far passageway, the natural cavern gives way to a worked passage way. It weaves back and forth. Ever cautious, the party sends Daria out to search for more Drow surprises. After discovering a few dart traps and a pit, the party arrives at a door.
Once into the room, two very tough-looking bugbears are guarding an upside-down, bound, and unconscious Nesta. The bugbears put up quite a fight, but when they fall their forms morph into something closer to a troll. Nesta comes around, and the group notices a strange tattoo on Nesta's back. Ortho, apparently, has one too. The party regroups again, and travels through a short hall.
The door beyond reveals a large room with an adult black dragon. Daria is not willing to fall for the Drow trickery again, and disbelieves what is an obvious illusion. The party takes an old school beating, several members taking their turns in the unconscious brigade. In the end, the party is victorious.
Daria waits patiently for the "dragon" body to morph into its real form.
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Session Characters: Rudolpho, Ortho, Gwendelyn, Daria, Vin, Nesta, Kongu
Session Loot: two strange tattoos, one on Ortho, one on Nesta.
Tuesday, October 16, 2007
From the Diary of Rudolpho Milano
Dear Diary,
Some people just can’t tell a joke right.
I found out that our new gnome’s name is Gwendolin or some such crap and that she is, by profession, a bard. I tried to share my favorite joke with her. I gave her permission to use it as part of her act but she didn’t seem to understand it. I had her say the joke back to my but it just didn’t sound right. Like I said some people just can’t tell a joke.
Anyway, I was proud because I had thought up the joke myself and had told it for years around ports in Sasserine. Here it is:
“Why did the druid fall down? Because I killed him!”
Ha ha ha! That’s funny stuff if I say so myself. It cracks me up just telling it.
Yesterday we found an ancient tomb where we battled some undead losers that gave me a case of the sandy coughs again. Throughout the battle, I kept hearing Vin yammering his holy rebuke of the undead. Moments later, the mummies would seem to get a minor gas pain or something but it didn’t seem to cause them any major hurt.
Luckily, Z cured me of the sandy disease before it progressed to the point where I piss sand. I know; I checked.
I almost forgot! We also fought some giant bugs at the entrance to the tomb. I got poisoned or some shit. It made me feel crappy for a while but I got over it like I always do.
Of course, we beat the losers and got some nice loot. You know - it’s nice to have all of this loot but it’s not doing anyone a damn bit of good with nowhere to sell stuff or spend money. I hope we find some real civilization soon so I can buy some new gear, have my falchion upgraded to new levels of magic power or just try to pick up the trail of me own sweet pa again. Maybe there are some primitives or even some savages on this island that we could trade with.
Some of the big brains in the party figured out how to use two staves that we had found to gain entry to secret treasure rooms and an outside exit. We also found an entrance to a lower level. We’re going to venture down there tomorrow. I wonder what we’ll find.
-R
Some people just can’t tell a joke right.
I found out that our new gnome’s name is Gwendolin or some such crap and that she is, by profession, a bard. I tried to share my favorite joke with her. I gave her permission to use it as part of her act but she didn’t seem to understand it. I had her say the joke back to my but it just didn’t sound right. Like I said some people just can’t tell a joke.
Anyway, I was proud because I had thought up the joke myself and had told it for years around ports in Sasserine. Here it is:
“Why did the druid fall down? Because I killed him!”
Ha ha ha! That’s funny stuff if I say so myself. It cracks me up just telling it.
Yesterday we found an ancient tomb where we battled some undead losers that gave me a case of the sandy coughs again. Throughout the battle, I kept hearing Vin yammering his holy rebuke of the undead. Moments later, the mummies would seem to get a minor gas pain or something but it didn’t seem to cause them any major hurt.
Luckily, Z cured me of the sandy disease before it progressed to the point where I piss sand. I know; I checked.
I almost forgot! We also fought some giant bugs at the entrance to the tomb. I got poisoned or some shit. It made me feel crappy for a while but I got over it like I always do.
Of course, we beat the losers and got some nice loot. You know - it’s nice to have all of this loot but it’s not doing anyone a damn bit of good with nowhere to sell stuff or spend money. I hope we find some real civilization soon so I can buy some new gear, have my falchion upgraded to new levels of magic power or just try to pick up the trail of me own sweet pa again. Maybe there are some primitives or even some savages on this island that we could trade with.
Some of the big brains in the party figured out how to use two staves that we had found to gain entry to secret treasure rooms and an outside exit. We also found an entrance to a lower level. We’re going to venture down there tomorrow. I wonder what we’ll find.
-R
Monday, October 15, 2007
From the Diary of Rudolpho Milano
Dear Diary,
I hate birds.
As we trekked through the jungle following a trail south we came across some big reptile being accosted by ugly, flightless birds. Because they we in our path, we killed a couple of the birds and ran the rest off. The big reptile also lumbered off. Silly birds. That’ll teach them to get in our way. I wanted to go ahead and stalk down the big lizard-thingy to kill it but I was out-voted.
That night, we dined on bird.
The next day, we traveled on down the trail (still following Nesta despite my objections). We ran into some boring ruins and just as I was preparing to relieve myself on some stonework we ran into a crusty old woman on a web-covered stone throne. I heard someone muttering “You gotta be shittin’ me.” Then, I realized that it was yours truly that said it. I then, of course, drew my falchion and prepared to let the old broad have it when all of a sudden, our new gnome stepped right in my way and starts talking some gobble-de-gook to the old broad. Talking? What kind of adventure group did I join anyway?
I don’t know what they said and no one can tell me - but the short version of the story is that we just left the old woman there and went about our merry way. I wasn’t so merry though. I kept trying to convince someone that there must have been some loot to be found in those old ruins – but, as usual, nobody would listen to me. Nesta kept leading the way down the trail and our new gnome kept jabbering about ‘beware the terror birds’.
I harbored not-so-secret thoughts of doubling back and beating on that old gasbag until she gave up the treasure but I soon occupied myself with my new favorite pastime – swatting flies. Yep, I figure I caught about 20 flies that day and killed 30 more. I kept the live flies in a small sack. True, it’s not very exciting but it keeps me from killing crew members.
Anyway, I was trying to convince Daria to sneak my live flies into Vin’s helmet the next time that we stopped to rest when we came to a cliff. Everyone seemed puzzled as to the next move to make and I was like “Duh! Can we climb now?” Anyway, about the time I got to the bottom of the cliff, we were set upon by those stupid birds.
Luckily for him, Kongu had followed me down the cliff and the two of us faced off against three birds. I couldn’t see what was going on up top but from the squawking and yelling I figured that the rest of the gang was in a similar situation.
Almost immediately, Vin plummeted head-first from the cliff top to the ground below. I swear I think that he deliberately jumped. I figured him for dead but, always the hero, Vin stumbled to his feet, straightened his helmet, and started swinging wildly at one of the two remaining birds. Once again Kongu showed his remarkable talent to take a beating that no living being could ever walk away from. I had no idea what was going on up top except that a stray arrow flew overhead in a direction seemingly unrelated to any target.
Did I mention that one of those birds was about eight times as big as the others? That’s the one that yours truly was fighting while Vin was stumbling around like a drunken sailor and Kongu was doing his best imitation of a pile of kindling.
It took me a while but I finally killed big mama-bird when I spun around to try to salvage what was left of the blue boy. Surprisingly, Vin was still standing on his wobbly legs and, judging from the blood and feathers covering him, seemed to have gotten in a couple of lucky shots. I ran over to deliver the killing blow - to the bird.
The battle was still raging up top so I jumped up on top of the hay-bail-sized nest to try to find a target I could hit with my bow. I could just barely make out the head and neck of one of the birds so I took a shot. I’m pretty sure I missed but I don’t think it mattered anyway because just about then a saw a blinding band of lightning streak through the air just feet from my head.
For a few seconds, all my hair stood on end and I heard this weird humming in my skull. Something smelled burnt for a moment as my eyes readjusted and then it was over. I heard Daria yell, “You had a LIGHTNING BOLT?” I guess she was yelling at Ortho.
After the battle, some of the guys started running around gingerly collecting the giant eggs from the giant nests and carefully packing them into their rucks. I was casually wiping busted eggshell and goo off of my boots when Daria informed me that I had just put a 1500 gold piece shine on my boots.
Oh well.
-R
I hate birds.
As we trekked through the jungle following a trail south we came across some big reptile being accosted by ugly, flightless birds. Because they we in our path, we killed a couple of the birds and ran the rest off. The big reptile also lumbered off. Silly birds. That’ll teach them to get in our way. I wanted to go ahead and stalk down the big lizard-thingy to kill it but I was out-voted.
That night, we dined on bird.
The next day, we traveled on down the trail (still following Nesta despite my objections). We ran into some boring ruins and just as I was preparing to relieve myself on some stonework we ran into a crusty old woman on a web-covered stone throne. I heard someone muttering “You gotta be shittin’ me.” Then, I realized that it was yours truly that said it. I then, of course, drew my falchion and prepared to let the old broad have it when all of a sudden, our new gnome stepped right in my way and starts talking some gobble-de-gook to the old broad. Talking? What kind of adventure group did I join anyway?
I don’t know what they said and no one can tell me - but the short version of the story is that we just left the old woman there and went about our merry way. I wasn’t so merry though. I kept trying to convince someone that there must have been some loot to be found in those old ruins – but, as usual, nobody would listen to me. Nesta kept leading the way down the trail and our new gnome kept jabbering about ‘beware the terror birds’.
I harbored not-so-secret thoughts of doubling back and beating on that old gasbag until she gave up the treasure but I soon occupied myself with my new favorite pastime – swatting flies. Yep, I figure I caught about 20 flies that day and killed 30 more. I kept the live flies in a small sack. True, it’s not very exciting but it keeps me from killing crew members.
Anyway, I was trying to convince Daria to sneak my live flies into Vin’s helmet the next time that we stopped to rest when we came to a cliff. Everyone seemed puzzled as to the next move to make and I was like “Duh! Can we climb now?” Anyway, about the time I got to the bottom of the cliff, we were set upon by those stupid birds.
Luckily for him, Kongu had followed me down the cliff and the two of us faced off against three birds. I couldn’t see what was going on up top but from the squawking and yelling I figured that the rest of the gang was in a similar situation.
Almost immediately, Vin plummeted head-first from the cliff top to the ground below. I swear I think that he deliberately jumped. I figured him for dead but, always the hero, Vin stumbled to his feet, straightened his helmet, and started swinging wildly at one of the two remaining birds. Once again Kongu showed his remarkable talent to take a beating that no living being could ever walk away from. I had no idea what was going on up top except that a stray arrow flew overhead in a direction seemingly unrelated to any target.
Did I mention that one of those birds was about eight times as big as the others? That’s the one that yours truly was fighting while Vin was stumbling around like a drunken sailor and Kongu was doing his best imitation of a pile of kindling.
It took me a while but I finally killed big mama-bird when I spun around to try to salvage what was left of the blue boy. Surprisingly, Vin was still standing on his wobbly legs and, judging from the blood and feathers covering him, seemed to have gotten in a couple of lucky shots. I ran over to deliver the killing blow - to the bird.
The battle was still raging up top so I jumped up on top of the hay-bail-sized nest to try to find a target I could hit with my bow. I could just barely make out the head and neck of one of the birds so I took a shot. I’m pretty sure I missed but I don’t think it mattered anyway because just about then a saw a blinding band of lightning streak through the air just feet from my head.
For a few seconds, all my hair stood on end and I heard this weird humming in my skull. Something smelled burnt for a moment as my eyes readjusted and then it was over. I heard Daria yell, “You had a LIGHTNING BOLT?” I guess she was yelling at Ortho.
After the battle, some of the guys started running around gingerly collecting the giant eggs from the giant nests and carefully packing them into their rucks. I was casually wiping busted eggshell and goo off of my boots when Daria informed me that I had just put a 1500 gold piece shine on my boots.
Oh well.
-R
Tuesday, October 2, 2007
XP Standings
Level 7: Rudolpho, Nesta, Vin, Z, Kongu, Daria
Level 6: Ortho, Chiri, Newt, Gwendely
Level 5: Spanky, Druugen, Medea
Kongu and Daria are now level 7. Chiri is now level 6. As usual, content contributions are worth XP.
Level 6: Ortho, Chiri, Newt, Gwendely
Level 5: Spanky, Druugen, Medea
Kongu and Daria are now level 7. Chiri is now level 6. As usual, content contributions are worth XP.
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