SESSION 329: Rotting Ways
This joint is really turning out to be a space-tomb
Day 840 Continued (16.23/0603): Bimbles made it a few steps before stopping, “Ah. I gotta bad feelin’ about dis”. With that they did an about face and after a quick peak into the inky blackness of the stairs to the lower floor our brave hobos fell way back. About a third of a mile out the main door and into the forest. Here they setup their ‘Tiny Hut’, hunkered down and then the cleric called upon his deity for some divine guidance.
During his commune he asked three questions. The outcome of which left him with mixed feelings.
1) Is a divine caster occupying the Green Dome? – NO.
2) Has the naga arisen from death? – NO.
3) Was the cyclops chaotically aligned? – YES.
Bimbles and Raul reflected awhile on this before calling it a day. Better luck tomorrow becoming a common refrain.
Day 841 (Green Dome): Clear. Back into the green dome. It was redo time. But wait! Bimbles once more slowed things down. Before returning to the naga’s chamber upstairs they would check the two side chambers that were previously the Orc camp and slave storage. First, the slave storage. It was still a room filled with garbage, dirty pallets and bedrolls
strewn throughout the room, for enslaved workers. Across the corridor and into the Orc quarters. This did not seem to be much different but memory doesn’t always serve. They rolled in to search the chamber and stirred up a nest exceptionally hostile flying, blood sucking, electrical googly-eyed tadpole things.
Bimbles, Azucar and Camillus were swarmed. The lightly protected elf-berserker was quickly in trouble with a pair of the things stuck on his neck. Don’t worry fearless readers the creatures were defeated just before we lost another elf. The room and monsters offered nothing in measure of pay or knowledge.
Now back up the stairs. Almost at the top were they. The smell was bad. As Bimbles was about to turn the final arc – Splooch. Yuck. He had stepped in a great mass of congealed and high oxidized bodily gunk. This was a lot of blood and perhaps other highly decomposed viscera. Oh and what a stink when his foot broke the ‘skin’ on the gunk. He was very close to turning around for a second time. Camillus gave him a shoulder pushing him up the last few steps. Their eyes came down on a portion of a human body. Missing from the chest up the opening sat at the edge of the top step. The gunk was obviously all the stuff that was inside this robust nearly half-man. The legs were armoured in metal and there was some plating around the portion.
They scanned the rest of the chamber. Nothing looked super different and nothing immediately tried to kill them they proceeded into the foul (smelling) chamber stirring up clouds of flies. The chamber was about 50’ deep and nearly as wide. Along the northern wall was a nest of branches, leaves and torn cloth a low desk containing and the naga’s corpse. They team made their way into the chamber. Cthedrak’s has for some time been just a husk as the insides had long since been cleared out by the cleanup crew whom now used her as a shell to nest in. Our vibrations roused more than just clouds of flies. Out burst a half dozen 9’ long, 3’ high, many-legged, segmented worm-like things with tentacle ringed mouths. “Ahhh carrion crawlers”, yelled Herbert as he darted to the side of the chamber behind Skullcrusher whom screamed “By Crom I will squish you like the bugs you are!”. “We actually call them ‘carcass crawlers’ for copy right reasons”, pointed out Willy not currently controlled by Agolloch as these insect-things were really uninteresting.
One-by-one hobos were paralyzed. Six of eight were down. Only Camillus and Bimbles were in the fight facing the last two crawlers…
With deep regret I must inform you that with the protection of heavy armor the two tanks were able to remove the final crawlers from the equation. After grabbing a breath Bimbles went about removing the paralytic condition from his companions he did not want to run into any more trouble. They finally got back to the work of searching the chamber. Raul was assigned the job of inspecting the carcass. He got himself a surprise.
Cthedrak’s final gift was a host of rot grubs that were now burrowing into Raul’s arm making haste for his heart. Bimbles rushed to his aid and cleansed the mega-dungeon explorer with a cure disease – praise Spinning Moons & Stars! In the end a bunch of gems were retrieved from the guts of the carrion crawlers.
Back to work.
Next stop the basement.
The C (clearing)-Team: Bimbles, Raul, Camillus, Sasha, Willy, Herbert, Skullcrusher & Azucar
ROLECALL
Bimbles the High Priest of GSS (C10) 348268 xp +5% <400001> CRT 1d12/III
+2 save to poison and internal body things; Double eat (gotta feed my baybay)
Raul the Voyager (MD9) 280600 xp +10% <360000> CRT 1d12/III
Fezzi-Gig (Neut: XXXX) Sword
Serious wound: permanent loss of CHA -4,
Removed one of his own nostrils.
The Henchmen
Sasha Plasha the Warden (R7) 130057 xp +10% <200000> CRT 1d10/III
Missing three teeth
Camillus the Myrmidon (F6) 61699 <64001> +5% CRT 1d20/IV
Willy the Reformed Burglar (T6) 36906 <40000>10% CRT 1d14/II
Agolloch the Eye of Purity (Lawful; XXXX) Sword
Herbert the Master Gnome Trickster (G4) 17095 xp <30000> +5% CRT 1d8/III
Skull-Crusher the Hellebardier of Crom (A4) 10069 xp <12000> +5% CRT 1d8/III
Azucar the Elven Myrmidon Warlock (E6) 83950 xp <120000> +5% CRT 1d8/II
RESERVES
Elapsed Campaign Time
840 – C-Team (16.23/0603 The Doom of Cthedrak)
Join us for session Three-Hundred-and-Thirty when we ask the questions:
Who has been messing with our spaceship?
Will the basement answer our questions?
Will the basement be full of horrors?
Why was Cthedrak excavating below?
Tale of the Tape
Everything is still mostly normal, everything is still mostly fine
KILLS
Volts (15)
Carrion Crawlers (6)
Rot Grubs (11)
LOOT
Gems (15): 2000 gp total value
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