SESSION 10: Hey look! Lets try this entrance… (25 Sept 15)
The Events
Finally, sitting down to some cheese with the lads.
Upon the broken and marginally mended window came a scritchy scratchy.
It was Ding-We’s friend Darryl delivering an ominous message.
It seems that Tha Boss is holding a grudge against our Hobos, perhaps for killing Cousin Larry and another Darryl or he suspects they are responsible for the sortie into his lair or he just sees all contracts to completion.
We just don’t know. A death mark has been dealt.
The party decides that whining to the Union (Grey Services) is the best way to resolve this grievance. The following morning they visit Ramrod’s Grey Services Employment Coordinator Nabob.
He listens to their story collects the processing fee and suggests they lay low for at least a few days.
"Why don't ya bums gets outta the City for a few days and cause someone else some trouble?"
This was as good a motivation as any to head back to Mt. Rendon and the A.S.E. Setting out they returned to Chelmfordshire late that afternoon, to see that the hustle and bustle has certainly grown in the week since they were last here.
A Hobo boomtown on the make, the town green now had a Council for the Proper Apportionment tent to officially register all adventuring activities in the area. Just beyond, and wrecking the perfectly good green space, a host of tents populated by MurderHobos of all stripe.
Being all pro-fesh-un-al like our group approached the both to purchase their “short term exploration and engagement delvers authorization” document. Erm Flinkmetter the LVL 1 Mobile Taxation Acquisitioner was not happy to see them still breathing and trying to cajole deals out of him. Never the less the transaction did eventually complete with a document in hand.
Being the ever-brilliant bunch they are, the realization that cannon fodder was needed materialized. They posted notice and hired a crier and retired to the Muddy Cup for repast and see what vagrants come their way.
Shortly after dinner the crier, known as Loud Kid, returns with five potential recruits:
Markus the Veteran
Melzgar the Elf
Black Harris the Acolyte
Arto Heavensward the Halfling
Nancy Wrathful
And so, four were hired on and Black Harris stormed off with a belch (dismal negotiation). Deeply insulted by this bunch homeless vagrants.
The next morning came and after a light breakfast this newly fattened group moved towards the mountain.
They encountered a mobile operations camp set up by the Unyielding Fist at the foot of the mountain. They demanded to see the proper papers and then sent our hobos along. Again, much like Erm the army was not interested in becoming friends with our bunch of wastrels. But they did overhear talk of a black dragon sighting at “Entrance 3”. They began the journey back to their gatehouse entrance. An hour or so up, just before the glade opening where they had been previously attacked and slaughtered by perytons they noticed a newly made trail running east through fairly heavy bush and shrub. After some arguing it was decided this should be investigated. The Halflings were sent ahead to scout. A couple hundred meters along they discovered another entrance into the ASE, and it was a pair of open doors!
Well this seemed like a good idea to some and a bad idea to others… but impulsive behavior seems to be the hallmark when it comes to MurderHobos. What could go wrong?
In they went down a large corridor until they caught a fishing team of moktars unaware. Battle ensued, a mess was made and our group moved on.
Continuing down the passageway into the next room that was stacked with crates and three barrels marked “Product of Denethix” had a small fire cooking some fishy smelling meat and eight convalescing moktars. Again the Hobos had caught the catsmens unawares. Unfortunately it seems that sleeping cats are harder to hit than one would think. The result is a fairly ineffectual sneak attack. The moktars spring to there feet ready for action, even if they are already beaten up. Their chieftain (Ghurrk) and his supreme warriors, in the next room, note this commotion and dash into the fracas. Things start getting confusing in the clouds of cat fur brought on by the cat scratch fever going down. Melzgar is opened up like a bargain bin cat toy; all these fluids should be on the inside. Arto is also quickly torn to pieces as the party fails to gain the upper hand. Figgens goes down but springs right back to his feet. Lenardo is not so lucky and loses a couple of fingers but lives to fight another day, after some rest. Finally the party completes the job.
Some quick investigating of this room and the next (Ghurrk’s place) reveals some gold, a big pink diamond and an interesting silver idol of a cod-man. Likely the same beings being cooked on the spit and the basis of Ghurrk’s head-bone throne. The crates were packed full of rations that all carried the pungent stench of catpiss, but the barrels were full of water that had not been messed with.
They decide to send Lenardo back to the Muddy Cup with Markus. This seems like a windfall to Markus as he gets paid and gets out with his life unlike the two dead henchmen. He doesn’t bother conferring with his other “peer” Nancy because she is just nuts.
The party presses on into a room that has a waterway flowing through the middle of it. This being the home to a bunch of killer frogs and they leap into action as soon as they see the yum-yums enter their lair. This fight also doesn’t go all that smoothly. Figgens goes down again receiving lasting nerve damage in his hip and then one of the frogs flattens Ramrod making his back bend all weird like. Along with his existing limp Ramrod’s back will never carry the load it could carry in his youth.
The door across the room was labeled “munitions testing” and was too much to pass up once the frogs had all croaked.
ZAP!
ZAP!
An automaton with duel mounted arm lasers has been right here for thousands of years waiting to blast something.
“Die foolish human scum!”
ZAP!
ZAP!
The smell of ozone was thick in the air.
Steve and Nancy leap upon the robot and proceeded to smash it to smithereens.
Done.
Now, down five bodies from the start of this day, largely beat up and out of helpful magics the party decides to retreat back to town but not before they spend some time collecting trophies. They direct Nancy to grab the slag pile and then they stop in the cat slaughter room for some scalping and head removal.
As they waste there time doing this they win on the wandering monster lottery.
Five more moktar guards cam down form north of Ghurrk’s former lair to see what was going on. The hobos dealt with this final incursion, it helped that a couple of the cats fled, and realized that any further mucking about would likely cost lives.
Time to flee, with intent.
Back to the Muddy Cup to regroup they ran.
Except for the fact that Bimbles hightailed back to Denethix to sell the diamond, crystals and statue and then get the spoils banked.
“Death marks be damned!”…
ROLECALL
Carla the Priestess of TMB (C3) 3229 xp
Scar: permanent loss left index finger and scarring on arm
Ding-We the Seer (W2) 3111 xp
Gweeb the Adept (C2) 2843 xp
Ramrod the Footpad (T2) 2484 xp (17 short)
Scars: Neurological damage to hip noticeable limp
Bimbles the Adept of GSS (C2) 2494 xp
Hobo Steve the Veteran (F1) 1506 xp
Lenardo the Student (S1) 594 xp
Figgins the Halfling Veteran (H1) 559 xp
…The Henchmen…
Markus the Veteran (F1)
Nancy Wrathful (F2)
Melzgar the Elf (E1)
Arto Heavensward the Halfling Veteran and former Taxidermist (H1)
RESERVES
Rahgnar the Dwarven Veteran (D1) 958 xp
REMAINING RECUPERATION: 15 DAYS
Serious wound: permanent loss of an eye (-1 to missile fire)
Boris the Dwarven Swordmaster (D2) 2904 xp
REMAINING RECUPERATION: 25 DAYS
Serious wound: permanent loss of CHA -3, carved up face
Calvin the Bold Observer (MM1) 1819 xp
Raul the Scout (MD1) 1305 xp
Elapsed Campaign Time
18 days at beginning of session
Join us for session eleven when we ask the questions:
Now that we tried the hard way do we keep on going?
Is it safe for us to be in Denethix?
What do is the right door?
Tale of the Tape
50% mortality rate for henchbeings!
Figgens faced death twice before being slowed down
Lenardo lost a couple of fingers
Ramrod had his spine rearranged
KILLS
A shit ton of moktars
1 war chief
3 supreme warriors
9 guards
8 recovering wounded
8 Killer Frogs (about the size of a hamster but very, very tenacious)
LOOT
750 gp (before hench payments)
Silver statue of a cod-man
Pink diamond
A shwack of blue crystals extricated from the corpse of a “fur-man”
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