After spending a night in the watch house, the party went to work with the crew that had had food poisoning at the Squatting Dragon Inn, some of whom are back on deck. While working among them and trying to gather what
Another day, another set of identification attempts:
Yeah, not much luck there.
Cog began to
We decided wed better report what we found to the tower but as we began heading up the tunnel towards the gate where we had first come in, we heard boots coming up the corridor towards us. We set up an ambush with an obscuring mist and a stealthy
Denerik was understandably very concerned that her brother might have been among the dwarves we had fought and killed, but said that he would have been wearing his goblin-crusher clan ring (she
After a night to recover, we set the giant up with plenty of hobgoblins in reach, and at least half of our supply (and all of
So we made a plan.
We would hide ourselves plus a supporting force of dwarves in a mushroom cart, and wait for the cart to be wheeled inside the Abbey from the mushroom
And so we found ourselves alone in the gate room. Next, to defend the gate room, and open the 87D. There were winches all around the blocks for raising them. And there were barrels near the murderholes, labelled acid, fire and special.
As we arrived at the prison and opened the door, we found it still guarded. Which was a bit disappointing, to be honest we were rather that hoping all those dwarves, wights and zombies wed already dealt with had been everyone (except
After a brief nights rest to recover, and giving Roderick a good opportunity to have a scent of the weasel pen, it was off down the tunnel whence the troglodytes had emerged. This part of the
Al, speaking in gnomish, thanked and introduced the party to the gnome that had led us away to apparent safety. The language he used in reply was slightly odd Al recognised it as being
Im a slug! And the others are all trolls! This is fun. But were heavy while scenting for the location of the troglodytes, the crevice through which they could be scented collapsed, and we fall into a target-rich environment.
Recovery from our battle consisted funnily enough of eating fungus. Scarfing down the fungus felt completely natural, and left us well-nourished. The fungus growing on us was becoming more obvious, growing especially over the areas we
Two days later, and the ship was ready to sail. The ship was lowered down from the docks, as was Captain Sparkletooth (what shall we do with the drunken sailor?).
Having suffered some damage from the pirate attack (especially ahem the disintegrating airship falling on it), the crew were keen to make repairs to our boat, so we set for a small island nearby to anchor and fix it up.
It was a rather
Editors note: this journal entry was oddly short Im not sure if the session itself was short or lacking in journalable substance, or if Ive just missed recording a substantial part of it if anyone else has notes
Not keen to encounter more pa-trolls, we decided to make our way along through the bush instead not in the thick weird vegetation right near the road, but still close enough to the road to (roughly) parallel it.
After a fairly long day of
We asked Arnik about Woodscale. While his current location is not known, Arnik could tell us where his old lair was. He sketched us a map, with landmarks (mountain that looks like a
An invisible and magically enhanced Cogs set off up the climb to the cave. Unfortunately, in the process he managed to find a nest of wasps and get stung. Ow!, yelled (
We set off towards Woodscale.
Being paragons of caution, we decided to take the time to prepare a bunch of buffs and a plan to distract our would-be ambushers with a swarm of spiders and after all that effort, it seemed that there was a great deal of caution on the other side too,
The fabric of the world has shifted.
Were still where we were before, but things feel different. Both objects and people have undergone subtle transformations. My armour is gone, my magic feels freer, my pack feels lighter, and my skin has
Having realised that the jungle seemed to be actively fighting our progress (with some very nasty agents), we decided to head back towards the west, towards the lair of raptor #2 and the