SESSION 345: The Rats have a Bolt Hole & Oh, this is Something New ain’t it?*
This combo plate of two short sessions finds trouble, portents missed, big trouble, bigger escape and then then the unknown. The finer details of such somewhat scrambled…
Day 863 Continued (Dry Gulch): Back to the tower of wizardry they marched with the three captives. Once Suzie reported back to Master Thyber he had the Guild of Silence show up in sort order and take the brigands to holding. Someone was fixated on ensuring the ethical treatment of the baddies. Why? We ain’t really sure. Nevertheless the Secret Service agents agreed not to kill or leave them permanently crippled.
They then went off to find the house from which the Red Foot’s were operating.
Wow, it was like right there, under everyone’s nose kitty-corner from the guild of swords house. BoB figured the obfuscated entry and enter they did. Charles and Dolec almost fell into the floorless joint but both stopped on the correct dime.
A little work later a bunch of them had descended the thirty feet down into the undercity. Charles opened the far door triggering a trap that resulted in a minor failure of rocky materials around the door frame. Beyond was the brigands supply chamber and a passage that went further into the unknown.
Interesting.
The day was now getting and Dolec and Suzie had not done any you-know-whating for a while. “Shut it down. We is gonna check in with the Bosses and get some relaxing in”, Dolec hollered as Biff gave him a knowing punch in the spine. There was some attempt to curry favour with the council that evening but it seemed that they had their own priorities our hobos just weren’t all that special.
Day 864 (Under Dry Gulch): Once more creeping towards the upper pit hub zone as they entered from the house rather than the tower. In the long passage from the house area they encountered a lone individual, whom used a light stone to obscure his identity. It was a Guild of Silence member, the Master in fact. He was cagey about revealing anything and disappeared shortly after, “Take a snack before continuing”.
After the short rest they pressed on back to the secret door that hid this particular passage. They hung a quick turn and threw a bunch of flaming oil into the trapped mold chamber. They next decided to return to the sewers via the pit trap.
Making their way from the big pool to the other pool on their way to the scribe area we had another great ambush. The thing, a floating beaked brain with tentacles grabbed Biff.
The tentacles must have been covered in a paralytic as Biff stopped struggling almost immediately. It began to float away with its meal. Charles, Dolec and BoB pursued it hard trying to prevent it from getting away. The brain sought solstice from attack overtop the settling pool. BoB is more than just a silent ninja she is a missile-murderess and popped the brain thing. Its lifeless body fell into the pool and immediately released the paralyzed Biff whom sunk like a brick. “Oh Oh…”. Fortunately, someone had a water breathing potion that resolved the problem. During this time Suzie collected samples from the corpse. Dolec could foresee the evening’s time with his gal pal being usurped for research…
Eventually returning to the scribe/ librarian quarters. There were two areas left to investigate. The first lead to a kitchen still occupied by its staff, the three of which were now very much undead. Eat sword death chefs!
The second was atop a near vertical thirty foot stairwell that ended at the backside of a false wall. Charles used Franz’s x-ray vision power to scan beyond the wall. The sword saw what appeared to be a library, a room with lots of book cases. One of the book cases, conveniently, the one on the other side of the secret door had fallen ages passed and appeared to have crushed someone underneath. Wimpy book keeper. Dolec and Chung-Li attempted to deliberate but the unseen spirit of a one-legged wizard pushed them forward – “Nothing to be concerned about. Go Go Go!” Dolec pulled open the door.
Day 864* Continued (Under Dry Gulch & Beyond): The gang pushed into the lost library over or around the toppled bookcase and scrunched skeleton. As their eyes panned around the chamber a deep coldness began to rapidly coalesce. Dolec, now a fellow with a gal and a seasoned murderhobo, had a sinking feeling of dread, “Run! Red alert! Escape!”.
No one questioned him they just started jumping into the near vertical stairwell injuries be damned. Above and behind came an unworldly scream. The, likely, effects of which they had avoided in the barest of moments.
“Time to get the hell out of here?”, Chung-Li looking towards Dolec as he arose to his knees from the hobo pile.
“Ya. That was something wicked and we’re just screwin’ about”, Dolec stated calmly NEARLY pulling the plug on this almost catastrophic day.
“Hey, why don’t we check out the caverns?”
“Hmmm couldn’t be worse than whatever undead spirit that was rising there”.
“Nope. Tots better stuff coming”.
The group made there way back to the big pool then back up the trap hole and then down the passage they had been previously ambushed that lead to the Red Foot encampment.
Something was amiss.
The spiked door was no longer open, once more magically sealed.
One of the irons lay on the floor giving no hint to the cause of failure. Kat ‘knocked’ the door once more and they began pouring into the house hole chamber. It seems that the likely cause of the door spike failure was caused by another horde of hook horrors.
Fighting ensued.
Day 865* (Under Dry Gulch & Beyond): The gang not getting any special treatment from the council snuck into the abandoned house and down into the underworld. It was time to find out where that passage beyond the Red Foot’s supply depot would lead us.
Team UG (you figure it out): Dolec, Chung-Li, Biff, BoB, Katre, Charles, Suzie Hotpants & introducing Gord
ROLECALL (Bosses in Training)
Dolec Da the Hero (F7) 89577 xp +10% <120000> CRT 1d20/IV
Missing five teeth
Chung-Li the Elven Champion Sorcerer (E7) 144942 xp <250000> +10% CRT 1d8/II
The Henchmen
Biff Bartley the Half-Orc Blackguard (HO8) 130990 <MAX> +5% CRT 1d14/II
‘BOB’ the Unseen (N8) 92871 <180000> +5% CRT 1d20/II
Charles in Charge the Champion (F7) 95265 <120000> +10% CRT 1d20/IV
Franz the Grave Return (Lawful; XXXX) Sword
Critical Wound: Punctured lung (-2 CON)
Mostly DEAD. (-1 CON)
Katre Elf-Girl and Swordsman Conjuror (E4) 19223 xp <32000> +0% CRT 1d8/II
Gord the Scout (R3) 7351 xp <10000> +10% CRT 1d14/III
Suzie Hotpants the Theurgist (MU4) XXXX xp <XXXX> 10% CRT 1dXXX/I
RESERVES (Death Recovery)
Ramrod the Cloned Thief - Recovering from death (yet again) 846 start (876)
Bimbles of the now creepy electrical eyes– Freshly not dead (881).
Raul of more facial scars (-2 CHA) – no longer mostly dead (866)
Herbert the Gnome - no longer dead (867)
Elapsed Campaign Time
870 – Everyone Else for reasons.
863 – Carla-Team (at Dry Gulch)
Domain Days
Gormandia: 25 (Start 838)
Bunnland:?
Join us for session Three-Hundred-and-Forty-Six when we ask the questions:
What’s down this way?
Will we find out why there is so many hook horrors?
Why doesn’t the council love us, we have been here for a week we are hardly strangers?!?
Tale of the Tape
Nope, they escaped an almost certain carnage…
KILLS
Yellow mold (3)
Grell
Corpse Coffer Head Chef & Zombie Sous Chefs
Hook Horrors (8)
LOOT
300 gp
8000 cp – Donated to Horse Lord
Gems (6): 10,500,500,50,100,500= 1660 gp
Emerald of distinction 500 gp
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