2nd Campaign, Session 22. 11/11/25

3:00 PM, Icemonth the 19th. We talked about what our next options were. We assumed that we had to be getting close to the dragon, but wasn’t sure exactly where. The kobolds also looked like they had fled, so we weren’t sure if we were going to run into anything else while down here. Also, Fjord kept bringing up the Symbol to Graz’zt, and Yandr flat out told him that he’d start stabbing anyone who touched it. They had it in the box, tied closed, in the bag of holding, and Thobar was carrying the bag in his Porter chest.

We decided to head north from past the dark cave where eventually the passage split. It wandered north, split, came back together, and split again. Eventually ending up at the top of the cliffs that we had discovered a day or two ago and took the rope ladder from. We checked both sides and nothing had changed. Gun updated his map and we headed back to the long main corridor.

From here we had a passage east and two choices, but the northern one had some echoes come back – indicating a larger cave. We opted not to go that way, and instead headed east, southeast. The corridor was wide and spacious, but went on for a bit of distance before ending up at a 40 by 60’ chamber. Three sections of the wall were burning with wire, and 2 lava lizards were sleeping in here, using the flames to warm them. There was a door (a door?!?) on the south wall made of stone and the passage north past the lava lizards looked like it kept going.

We didn’t want any problem so we backed up a good 20’ down the passage and discussed options. Since they were sleeping, if Gun and Fjord could sneak up to them, they could end them with a single sword or dagger stroke. Before they headed off, Hrimvar called to Thrym and made the Halfling silent – the aura reaching out 15’ around him. They had 6 minutes.

So the two of them entered the chamber, went right up to the lava lizards, and pierced eyes and brains – killing the two monsters with a single stroke. Easiest encounter. We all reconvened and the spell ended. Gun wasn’t trusting the fires, assuming the dragon might be north of here. But the door here was worth looking at. The door was made of stone, thick, heavy, and the hinges were old and beaten into place. It was not locked but might have been in the past.

The door did not open easily and required some brute strength to get it to budge. Eventually it slid aside showing a rough cell 15’ diameter. A human warrior in dusty platemail was sitting on a chair, an ornate claymore at his feet. A simple straw pallet and table were here. We checked for traps (finding none), and then approached the dead guy. His armor and sword looked old in style, but had almost no wear on it – just discoloring and dust.

Fjord picked up the sword and there was a WHOOSHING sound, some dust swarmed around him, and he turned to the group and said, “You know, Brian, I think we should really go and find that dragon. Now. Like let’s go find it and kill it.” He was holding the blade and seemed focused. Altas guessed geas or quested at some point.

The group came in and convinced Fjord to wait and we need to rest, but the dragon is on our short list and we’ll go and get him soon. Cara and Yandr were looking over the warrior. He had a broken bow and in his quiver were 5 fancy arrows. Atlas cast a detect magic spell and we learned the sword was named “Dragon’s Bane”, a +1 weapon, +3 vs dragons. And if a dragon was within ½ a mile of the owner, he would draw the blade and become slowly increasingly fixated on finding and killing the dragon.

The armor was platemail +1, and according to Cara, the original owner was a knight and was 3rd generation. The maker’s mark was over a century and a half old. Yandr took the armor and wore it, giving his enchanted elven chain to Hrimvir who happily put it on. The arrows were given to Nevah after Atlas assured the group they were +2 to hit and damage. Again, on Nevah’s person was the telltale glow of a magic dagger but for now the party didn’t say much about it. As for the skeletal remains, Hrimvir called on Thrym again and animated it, having it rise to follow the party.

We left here closing the door and headed back to the main passage. From there we went east, north east to the large cavern. It was sizeable and was until recently a home to the kobolds, but right now was empty. We followed to the other side and the passage “Y”ed  here – north and east. East led back to the cave with the dead lava lizards so that made Gun happy. We did follow it north. Almost 25 minutes of walking and we came to a slope of broken rock and stone. This was the area where the large snake had tried to eat Gun so this matched up with the north end of the nap.

This brought us back to only one possible way – the passage that was south of the main corridor that eventually went west and got very tight and narrow (5’ tall tops, 2 and a half feet wide). Atlas, Yandr, and Fjord would have a tough time navigating the confined area. It was about 7 PM and we were beat so we headed back to the dragon warrior’s original room and shut the door, opting to rest here.

We ate, wrote some scrolls, and decided to set up watches, falling asleep at 8:30 PM.

The next morning (20th) we healed up, prayed, and got ready for the day ahead. Fjord seemed a bit more manic about finding the dragon (3.5 out of 10). Altas assured us that the effect would slowly grow as the days went on and the need to kill the dragon was not abated. IF the dragon were to leave the ½ mile radius, the effect would end immediately.

We decided on a lark before going, to search the room for secret doors – and holy Odin – we found it! On the east wall the passage slide in and to the right, revealing a dusty passage turning south. “This guy was trapped in here and died and there was a way out?!” The group pondered. “He was obviously a shitty knight and adventurer.”

We followed the passage about 50’ and it ended…at a blank wall. “Yeah, not buying it,” Yandr took out his sledge hammer and we figured him, Fjord, Cara, and Hrimvir would take turns beat at the wall until it broke down or we snapped the door open.

Over the next hour and 10 minutes, we took turns swinging and smashing at the wall. It made a god awful racket, and Gun could see the outline of the door itself as we kept hitting it (but out beating at it had broken the opening mechanism so we now HAD to smash it open).

However after all that time, the wall shook and we heard a deep reptilian ANGRY voice on the other side of the door yell out, “STOP MAKING SO MUCH DAMNED NOISE!!!”

Fuck, dragon and we made it mad.

Then we heard an inrushing of air.

“RUN!! RUN FOR YOUR LIVES!”” the party booked off back down the secret passage as Netherithraxus let forth a blast of dragon breath from the other side of the secret door, melting the stone there and fusing the door shut in place.

Back in the Warriors’ room, we closed the other secret door and sighed. We’d now have to go and use the narrow passage. So we made our way through the quiet kobold warren one last time. We moved packs and drew up in line, Fjord going first. And then we entered.

Narrow passage wandered about a bunch. East, south, east, south, then west. Atlas grew cramped and exhausted and the party had to rest for a bit before daring to try again. It was an hour and a half of crawling and sweating before the winding kobold sized passage opened up to a larger cave and we could stand again.

40’ at least, 15’ ceiling. There were 6 very burned to a crisp skeletal kobolds here. A check of them over led us to believe they had been dragon killed a day or two ago. This was it. The passage to the east went off and we could see scrapes in the ceiling, floor, and walls that the dragon had come down this far, probably many times. Fjord was particularly excited we had to be close.

This meant we had to set our plan before we go to the dragon because the geas on the sword would make any planning at that time moot. So. We handed out bless spells to everyone who could cast. Atlas let us know that the dragon probably had natural magic resistance but also, its scales would probably need magic to hit it – otherwise damage done to it would be severely muted. We went through our magic weapons, taking stock.

Kobold chief’s flaming short sword, dragon’s bane claymore, Gavin Ahshit’s enchanted spear, enchanted brass knuckles found in the temple of Aine, Aine’s horse bow and now the 5 +2 arrows, and finally the enchanted dagger that Nevah had and hadn’t mentioned. Gun went right over there and took it out. “Really?” he asked. “We need this now.” Nevah was not happy.

With 8 of us possibly fighting, it was going to be Atlas and Carl without an enchanted weapon to bear, so they would be primarily using spells and support. We had Carl and Cara’s similar resist and protection from fire spells and a host of healing potions. We were as ready as we were going to be.

We left the main cave and headed east, following the long wide and tall corridor as it slowly led us closer and closer to the dragon. 11:10 AM on Icemonth the 20th.

Meet 140, Adv 16, 11/08/25

Heatmonth the 4th, 289 of the 29th age. 10:55 AM. The party discussed plans. Déjà vu all over again. This time? Get past the Cave Bear but in such a way that we avoid conflict. We still had Hide from animals up and the thought was to cast it on the animals as well, and Shim was going to need an invisibility spell as well.

We settled on a two fold plan – summon a trio of monsters with Shim’s spells, and hide from animals, carry the small ones, and sneak past the bear while it’s fighting. 11:40 AM – we set the operation in place. In succession, Shimlagesh managed to summon an Ogre, a Giant Weasel, and then a Giant Tick. He ordered them all to charge ahead of us and engage the bear, forcing it to the north and east if at all possible. An invisibility followed and we snatched up every animal and ran through the bear lair.

It was big. The bear was huge, it was tearing the tick to shreds. We ran past bones and carcasses of moose and deer. The chamber was sizable but as per Shim’s older map of the Donnegarten Stronghold, the east end of the cavern did indeed split east and north, and east and south – we took that direction as the battle raged on behind us, the bear was decidedly winning.

The rough cavern also showed more odd signs of burns and melted stone. Originally there were lots of webs here like curtains, but in this time, it was just rough terrain. Eventually we arrived at a larger cave. To the west was a 15’ cliff and a smaller chamber up there. In our time it was the lift control room. To the east where we knew the deep square stair lined pit was, was instead a sloped area and then a 20 to 25’ diameter hole that went down into the gloom.

We lit a real torch to go along with the ever burning one and split up to check the area out. Up on the cliff area was a cave barely 20’ diameter, the ceiling made the clear area only 5 or 6’ high. Lots of beetle carapaces were here, brown and iridescent green. Whatever beetles they were (2’ oval?) the meat had been scooped out. Wilhelm guessed something caught them elsewhere and brought them here to eat them, leaving 20 or 30 shells behind.

As for the rest of the room, nothing of note but the pit area. The slope was 30 degrees and the hole went down for a bit. We augered a hole in the wall and then Darius drove a piton deep and home. We ate lunch and then looked at the hole. Lighting a pebble, we dropped it down. It rang off the wall after 30’, then maybe again, the light was dim and gone and it rang maybe 3 or 4 times before bouncing to a stop. Shim frowned. According to his original notes, the hole was almost 300’ down to the bottom, but this rock didn’t even go maybe half that distance.

It was guessed that before the dwarves got here, the gap down to the crack was not a straight line and digging was most likely going to be needed. For now, we needed supplies from the hut and Shim was very low on spells. Going through his blessings, Captain Asher had a “nap” spell – puts someone in a very deep unwakeable sleep for an hour, but it’s the equivalent of 8. Our gnome would get his spells back.

We did that, Captain Asher could put 5 people to sleep – a few that had some damage from the wyvern fight rested as well after we took out the block and tackle, pick, shovel, sledge hammer, and all the rope. Shim mended 4 of the ropes to one continuous length, knowing after his nap he could do the rest.

When the nap ended, Shim did his spells – but no one actually healed. Weird. We doled out some healing and then went to the pit. We hooked the block and tackle to the piton, fed the ropes through the pulleys and it was going to be Shim and Connal riding it down. A light spell was cast and Darius took over the block and tackle lowering ability. It was 3 times the rope feed but only needed half the strength to move them. They went down slow. The chimney did indeed rock back and forth often. And the stones were sharp in many places. A difficult and dangerous climb for anyone.

By 2:40 they made it to the bottom. Shim shot off a dancing lights to signal they were safe and they looked about a little bit. Ceiling was 25’ tall here, chamber was barely 25’ diameter, and in the dim light, looked like it sloped off heavily to the east. Also some sort of breeze was blowing towards us. “They coming down?” Shim asked. Connal shrugged.

Up above Captain Asher said after 10 minutes, “Now what?” Darius was bringing the tackle back up. “We’re not going back down there now, that’s stupid. What was the plan?” The Captain shook his head. “Didn’t exactly think this part through.” When the tackle was back at the top he climbed on and said, “Lower me, I’ll go tell them to come back up.”

It took time and when down there, Captain Asher let the other 2 know that it was late enough in the day and to not risk everyone going down now. So it took time to cycle the 3 of them back up but one done, we unhooked the block and tackle from the piton and then dragged it and the 80 pounds of rope to the base of the cliff. The conversation then touched on – how are we going to get all the animals down tomorrow? Ugh.

We then all climbed up there and by 6:30 PM, set up the hut. We ate, had Wilhelm use a spell to refill everyone’s water skin, and then went to bed.

We awoke pretty early the next day on Heatmonth the 5th – and again – we did not heal anything while resting. At this point we had a work around but the timing was going to be tight. The hut could be opened for a total of 12 hours, up to 3 times a day. We hadn’t closed it. Wilhelm and Eoghan talked to their pets that they were NOT to leave the hut and would be taking a nap, then would be woken up by Wilhelm within the hour.

Agreeing, we napped them and closed the hut. Time was ticking. 1 hour they would wake up and if they were still in the hut while it was hurtling through the dark recesses of Astral space, they would be insane. The block and tackle was rehooked to the piton and Shim and Connal went down. Then the tackle was raised and Wilhelm went with the hut. At the bottom we looked at the time and in 20 minutes, he opened the hut before the animals woke up and then led them out. Crises averted, pretty close to 12 hours time (11 hours 15 minutes), and 2 more openings of the hut for today.

The last one was Darius when went down by 6:35. Then, Connal and Shim self propelled themselves with the tackle slowly hand over hand to the top. They unhooked the block and tackle, Connal coiled the very heavy rope around himself and pretty damned close to over loaded, Shim riding on his chest, they stepped out into space and fell.

At 30’, the monk ran his hands against the passing wall with alacrity, slowing his descent enough to get past the first jog but was then falling too fast. That left Shim to enact one of the feather falls from his ring, dropping their velocity and they slowly floated down the remaining 84’ to the bottom. 7 AM.

The east side of the room was a 60 degree angle slope, and according to our guess, 100’ linear, 85’ vertical. Shim’s map showed a bridge over a chasm with falling water somewhere down there, and maybe a passage south? Darius took a torch and went to go first. Shim had enough feather falls to power everyone a safe trip down.

The fighter turned, faced the slope, and Shim cast on him. He slid easily to the bottom. But on the way close to the end, he heard flapping and turning, he could see 2’ wide insectoid looking birds with huge needle like noses flying in at a rapid pace from the high ceiling here. 10 of them. Stirges.

“Hey! Stirges! Be careful!” he said as they attacked. A few managed to get through his armor, nose deep into his flesh, and they started to suck, drawing his blood out. “On my way!” Captain Asher called, tapping Shim who Feather Falled the half elf. Darius smashed two of the stirges in him while another 15 stirges flew out of the cracks in the ceiling to join the others down here. The battle was joined, the 2 fighters with their superior armor avoiding most of any possible attacks.

Trusting his cats to handle the slope, Wilhelm went next racing down there the help, also feather falling. The fight was expanding as it seemed 40 or so stirges were now in the fray. Darius and Asher were methodical though, slaughtering a stirge or two every round. The cats got in on it, 4 of them leaping up and engaging more of the flying fiends. Wilhelm was fighting as well but his lesser armor was not as effective in stopping the stirge’s assault on him. Eoghan came down next, Nate was to follow and then Rhygar, with Shim and Connal having to be last.

Eoghan was doing his best but while tracking one of the stirges, he let go, missing as it corkscrewed out of the way, and critically shot Darius in the back. “What the!?!? FUCK!!””

“Damn it,” Eoghan muttered, taking another arrow out. “Let me try again.” Even in pain, Darius fought on. The mountain lion, the lynx, Lou, Wilhelm, Asher, Eoghan, and Darius all had stirges in their bodies, drinking their blood, weakening them round after round. BUT – enough of them had been slain that the remaining 12 still able to fly took off, racing up in order to escape. Eoghan shot two of them fleeing and the rest of us tried to pull the stirges off those still in the fight. Darius’ inadvertently did squeeze one too hard, making it vomit inside Wilhelm’s gut wound – that was going to be very bad later.

Finally it was over, we all were down here. Some of us were in terrible condition, a few hit points left. Wilhelm was able to remove the arrow from Darius’ back with only a small extra wound. We regrouped, grabbed what arrows we could, Darius giving Eoghan the stink eye, and discussed what was to go next. 7:20 AM, Heatmonth the 5th.

2nd Campaign, Session 21. 11/4/25

11:10 AM, Icemonth the 19th. The 2 lava lizards lunged forward, Hrimvar and Yandr taking the front as the stony reptiles attacked. Meanwhile, a few of the distant kobolds ran for the horns from the sleeping ones and began blowing them hard. As bolts and arrows were coming their way, they hit the walls, getting some cover. In the distance we could hear kobolds coming.

The lizards were rough to fight, their skin blocked all but the most powerful of blows. However, Hrimvar did get a solid shot, smashing the closest one in the chest so much that shrapnel flew into its chest – dooming it to a rough tony stark style death in less than an hour.

Being that hurt, it backed up, hissing and snarling, which inspired the other to turn as well. A few shots drove them off and they ran to the slope and slid down the 60’ to the lava where they hid. But we could hear the kobolds coming. We ran forward, lacing the bridge with caltrops and oil. Bolts were readied and finally a bless spell shot off again.

And the kobolds came – over 25 of them. The leader was bracketed by his 3 guards and an 8 count of kobolds fired bows, 16 arrows streaking towards us. Shields were raised and we hunched low, blocking and getting a few light scoring wounds. The chief handed a few potions out, making two of his guards invisible and the last one swelled up to 13’ in height from a growth potion.

Damn it. Cara called on Thor and used her new spell to bathe the chief in fairie fire lights – which snagged both invisible guards as well, spoiling their camouflage. And then the archers on our side shifted their aim at the chief. And even though he was being blocked and hemmed in, bolts flew.

He was struck in the chest, knocked down. Then the next shot was called and Fjord shot him…in the asshole. Bullseye. The bolt ran almost unimpeded into the chieftain’s guts, ripping and tearing them apart. Then another volley of arrows flew from Nevah, one of them pegging the prone whimpering kobold chief in the cloacae, ending his life in a single 9 second agonizing moment of time.

Morale check. The kobolds failed and they turned and ran, falling over each other in their mad dash to escape. We watched amusedly as they ran for the exit and eventually fled. We gathered up the caltrops carefully, used grit and sand and rocks to make the oil walkable, and crossed to the other side. The Chief had been left there so we went through his stuff. Elven chainmail, his enchanted blade, some fish head wine, belt of gold and silver coins.

It was quarter after 11 when we were ready to go on. Any distant kobold noises had been gone for some time, we heard nothing anymore. So we left with care, heading west out of the cave, weapons ready.

Cara could spot signs that the kobolds had left the area in a haste. Discarded broken items litters the passage. Eventually the passage moved back to the east and opened to a chamber in that direction or a passage south that we could see the kobolds had fled down. We opted to go east instead.

Decent sized room, another passage south in here. A fancy ornate horse decorated faintly glowing table was in the corner, 6 mismatched chairs around it. A brazier of copper with some logs burning brightly but without heat. The clerical types looked over the table – definitely Aine’s and magical as well according to Atlas. Hrimvar, Yandr, Carl, and Cara all took the time to meditate around it. Carl and Hrimvar felt themselves taken out of place and time.

A n avatar of Aine was here. She was surprised to see them and hoped they had slain the goblins who had been using her table. She wanted to save some of her lost important pieces of her temple. One, the three books of which 1 was nearby but two were still in the Monastery (makes sense). Two, this table which for the Matriarchs of her temple allowed them to commune easier with her in times of trouble. And Three, her follower’s remains had been covered and ensorcelled with a defilement, and she’d like it resolved (as soon as we get dragon blood, Rosabella and Rosalinda will be able to fix the triggering tattoos on the child). Do all three and she will give a gift to the two of them. As for lifting the table (250 lbs), Aine gives both Hrimvir and Carl the ability to carry it regardless of weight capacity.

They felt the connection end, no time passed. Shared what they had learned. We decided to check out the south passage here next. Corridor curved east then north to a chamber. Some barracks room. Signs that kobolds packed in haste and fled. We looked it over, finding mostly garbage. We did get lucky though and found a secret door on the north end of the cavern. Shoving it open showed a dusty webby passage beyond.

We entered, went the 20 or so paces to the end and a blank wall. Another search showed another secret door and this time, we lucked out and shoved it open – coming back to the east end of the lava bridge room. Ok! Good to know. We closed the secret doors and retracesdsteps all the way back to the chief conference room and then west to the passage south the kobolds had fled down. Noon.

We went south for a while, corridor then turned east and after a short bit, ended as a set of stairs...Going up. Like a lot. We decided a few of us would go and check out the stairs first. Fjord, Gun, and Nevah went up slowly with care, checking each section of the steps for traps or anything. Steps went up 50’ before coming to a passage heading east. More signs of the kobolds had fled up this way. We all gathered together and mapped out the area a bit.

20 paces down was a side passage to the north, another 30 paces past that was another wider passage north. Then it seemed another passage went south a bit past there. Lots to explore. We figured to be methodical and start at the beginning.

We went to the first passage and following it north, it curved along and back a bit to the west and showed a big enough chamber that was empty for now, but had evidence that the kobolds had been mining in here at some point in the past. We looked it over, chip marks on the wall, rocks fragments on the floor. Nothing else.

Leaving here we went back to the main chamber and kept going east to the next north passage. According to Cara, she was sure the kobolds had gone north and south from here a lot, but wasn’t sure if the marks were fresh or older. We went north and the passage split “Y” northwest and north east after 30 or so feet. We went northeast. And after some 20, 25’ of pacing – there was a just a black void there.

No light got past. Fjord pushed the Chief’s flaming blade into it and it snuffed out. He had to reignite it. Cara then called to Thor and fired off a light spell on a rock in her hand and entered. The magical void darkness fought back against her light, shredding and shedding constantly at the edges, trying to find a weak spot. We followed the ball of light in the room and here we found a figure in the chamber. It had been here decades. The clerical raiments and miter hat here undamaged in time, and it held a metal box tight in his bony grasp. 2’ x 2’x 1’. The darkness was coming FROM the dead guy. Detect evil? Yep.

We talked about it and decided the box was the right thing to get, leave the body. Using a spear and pick, and shifted the hand aside and then Yandr shuffled the box back and forth before he was able to take it away. Handing it to Nevah, we backed out of the chamber and then took a breath. While we were discussing what to do and how to do it, Nevah idly unlatched the box.

Triggered the poisoned needle and it stabbed himself in the hand. Immediately the gnome collapsed and black veins started running over his flesh, crawling up his arm. He dropped 20 hp immediately. Gun looked it over – blue faint color, smell of spices and oil. He looked at the gnome’s spitting and drooling face and said, “Boy, you done got poisoned. Blue Winnis. You’re gonna die.”

Hrimvar, Carl, Cara, and Yandr slammed healing into the convulsing gnome, raising his hit points once more – just in time before the second impact struck him. More black lines ran through his skin and he coughed and gasped and hunched over taking another ripping amount of hit points. Eventually he got his strength back but he had some permanent problems

Fjord had been looking over the box in the meantime. There was a reverse leaf spring on the back hinge. If the box was opened a tiny bit, the cover would fly off. Gas trap inside? Something else? We tied the cover closed and talked about options.

Hrimvar came up with a plan. He gave the box to his skeletal servant and coaxed it to walk back to the chamber that had the mining stuff going on inside. Then, while we were all safely away, had it open the box. We heard some sort of snapping sound and a wet splat. But after 5 minutes and skeleton not answering, we snuck into the chamber and looked.

There was a pelvis and legs standing there amidst faintly translucent green acid coating everything in an 8’ radius. The box was undamaged, and open. We used a spear to turn the box and coax it back but the spear began to hiss and eat so we tossed it into the room and away. Ok, we used a second one and slid the box closer again.

Inside was a holy symbol, dark, metal, twisted, and decidedly evil. Carl and Hrimvar looked it over, confident it was to Graz’zt, Demon Prince of decadence, self indulgence, and forbidden pleasure. What he was doing here and the symbol’s presence we did not know. Fjord was thinking about taking the symbol but the entire party told him resoundingly, “NO!!!”

3 PM, Icemonth the 19th.

Meet 139, Adv 16, 10/25/25

Heatmonth the 4th, 289 of the 29th age. 7:50 AM. The party discussed plans. Lots of plans. Wyvern? Bear? Both? Either? Contingencies. Too many to detail, too many to list. But after an hour and 10 minutes, they had boiled down to a decent operation.

Wilhelm cast Hide from animals twice on the party, making them invisible to normal and giant sized animals for up to 6 hours. Wouldn’t affect the wyvern, but the bear is fair game. Then a series of delay poisons were cast on Darius, Nate, and Connal – assuming that these 3 would be the ones in front of the wyvern when we attack. After that a light spell was cast on a single rock. That would give us 70 minutes of time.

Nate was hit with an invisibility spell so the thief (Fighter) could place himself for a backstab. We then walked down the hall, commanding the animals to stay behind for now. And just before entering the chamber, a bless, a bull strength on Connal, and a divine protection spell followed.

We entered the lair and the Wyvern lunged forward, tail weaving and stabbing. We shot and hit at hit, arrows struck but the scales of the wyvern turned some of the damage away. Shim’s magic missile spell tore in as well. Darius took a stab from the tail to the chest but the delay poison spell held it back for now.

Connal and Darius tanked the wyvern who wasted 2 of its attacks trying to rip Darius tower shield aside so it could get more tail stings at him. More arrows followed and another round of shim’s missiles. Nate got close enough for a solid back stab, and the Wyvern was down past half hit points. For those still down the hall, they could hear the bear coming closer, looking to investigate the combat.

The wyvern was shot by one of Eoghan’s stone biters, the arrow drilling deep into the muscle. That was it, it turned, screeched at the party and charged forward trying to flee. It mowed Darius down, then smashed Connal to the floor. The rest of the group leapt and dodged, trying to get away from the wyvern. As it made its way out, its tail was waving back and forth, daring anyone to get too close and get stabbed. As the trailing line was running out, Darius and Connal snatched it up and braced back, wrapping it around a stalagmite, making the Wyvern snarl and jerk to a stop briefly.

A second Wyvern had arrived from outside and was anxious, jumping about. Meanwhile the Cave bear, 13’ of it, was at the entrance of the other cave and watching. The arrow tore free and the Wyvern made to run outside. Connal snatched up Shim and the 2 of them threw their AC to the wind, charging out of the cave and trying to make the wyvern.

Meanwhile the animals was barking at the bear who advanced a bit, and the animals went back down the wyvern lair. Jack stood their alone another 30 seconds before joining the rest. The party also moved back down the hall, watching the bear and deciding of what to do. Outside Shim managed to fire off a blast of Shim’s missiles and the wounded wyvern fell over dead. The 2nd one took to the sky and Shim and Connal returned to the cave.

Still invisible to animals, they found themselves entering the bear’s portion of the lair, but a fired off dancing lights attracted the bear’s attention and it followed them back that way. Connal and Shim were forced to hug the wall as the bear sniffed and walked, getting closer. A hurled rock by Nate to distract the bear made it turn back to the main cave briefly, giving the monk and gnome a chance to go around it.

Eventually the Cave bear returned to its lair and we all joined up again. In the wyvern’s lair we looked for treasure. We did find old signs of eggs – Wilhelm and Eoghan were sure 4 or 5 years olf, and maybe 5 of them. Wyverns reach adulthood after 3 years so there were more wyverns out there.

As for treasure, we did find a portion of a goblin victory obelisk. Maybe 5’ tall, 4” square. A few of them read the goblin marks that were still visible. “During the razing of Mende….Powers beyond even that of Maglubiyat, the clans…Four Peaks, Dark Fathoms, and Torn Flesh came as one under…Site of the victory of the dark beast without the need…Eternal Queen Helen Back.”

Some of them had to be goblin clans, but the name Helen Back didn’t sound…gobliny. We took the obelisk to put in the hut and went outside, not wanting to engage the cave bear yet. We took some teeth, blood, and Nate along with some help from others, tried to milk some of the poison from the Wyvern’s tail. He got coated – quite a bit, but did get a single dose of Type D for now.

At this point Neutralize poisons were given out to those infected and we discussed plans on the bear. Friendship? Charming? Attack? Summon monsters and get past in the fight? Hide from animals on the animals? Lots of options and none were the best choice.

Heatmonth the 4th, 10:55 AM.

Meet 138, Adv 16, 10/18/25

Birthmonth the 30th, 289 of the 29th age. 8 PM. Eoghan seemed to be a bit more of himself on this day and we discussed a bit at length the averted adventure to liberate King Mombi’s Vice-queen. In fact the next day, Heatmonth the 1st, after we had set off on the Windshade. Darius talked to the ranger frankly. He admitted what happened, embracing an honest discourse and left nothing behind.

Eoghan seemed to understand, was not totally thrilled or upset about either. Eventually the matter was put behind us. Captain Twilick had put in all our supplies and using the Kaiser’s stipend, also paid for 4 additional days of food for us to take. We are going to set up a base camp at the southwest foothills of the mountains, on the river bed but safely enough away from any of the crazy wind issues or mountain predators.

It was about 3 PM when we brought the Windshade down. Some of his crew set up a simple series of blocks pre cut and notched for the skyship to rest in.  A camp was established and we bid the gnome captain a farewell for now. Where he was, he could feasibly stay there almost 2 months, which gives the party plenty of time to go to the mountain and eventually make their way inside and return.

Packs shouldered the group set off, moving up and down the hills and staying in the valleys when possible. After 3 or so hard miles, we were cresting the larger valley cleft to the mountain range. The wind was really buffeting us, hair wild and cloaks driven forward. We climbed almost 1000 feet up before coming over the top of the rise between the 2 mountains and were on the lee side of the 1st valley. The wind died instantly and we were able to find some sort of place for camp. The idea was we’d stay in the hut, but position it so it faced a rocky outcropping and no chance of the group being accosted at night. We slept well.

Heatmonth the 2nd we were on the go by 8:30 AM. At some point, Wilhelm stripped down and took Raven form. He flew east and north, scouting ahead and watching the sky. The wind was pretty fierce in places and he did find the peak in question, but as he flew closer he could feel a frightening. His avian senses were telling him a predator, and a large one, was in the area.

He flew back and after getting changed, let us know about the land between here and the Donnegarten peak as well as the feeling of a predator in the area. We opted to be on higher alert and continued to set off.

Around 2 we came to an area where a fire had burned about 2 acres of forest. Older burn, and somewhat regular in size and dimension. About 4 as we closed in on the mountain, Wilhelm changed again, this time to a black bear. He too felt a presence of passing into a predator’s hunting grounds. We stayed on high alert and it began to drizzle out. By 7:30 we were at the mountain’s base and set up camp again with the hut, once more facing to an outcropping of rocks to keep the door from being accidentally found.

We awoke the next day Heatmonth the 3rd and it was raining hard. Knowing that our time of the hut was not infinite (12 hours max per 24 hour period), Darius went out and set up some of the tarps we had to keep most of the rain off of us. It was not very well and the wind was driving. 2 Hippogriffs had flown by but kept going. And we stood out there, miserable but not going to climb the mountain while it was storming out.

Some regular and giant goats crossed our paths but by 12ish, the bulk of the storm had moved on. We cleaned up, Shim prestidigitated us, and we all linked up by rope. Then it was climb time. Darius, Connal, Eoghan, and Wilhelm all had a good idea on where the entrance to the Donnegarten system was (5,000 feet up). But the mountain was wild and untamed here. And even roped up, Shim and Wilhelm did trip and fall a few times, bashing face and twisting ankle.

We had to rest briefly at 4:30 and them kept on. By 7:PM, we found the entrance. 11’ high, 25’ wide. It was a ragged hole into the mountain itself. Hundreds of crushed splintered bones littered the outside and it stunk terribly like some animal lair. We went off a bit and found an area a few hundred yards away where we set up the Chime as well as the hut – deterring any predators from coming to the area and giving us the last chance to rest.

Heatmonth the 4th had us up and ready 5:30 AM. We broke fast, studied, and Eoghan went looking around. South of the cave entrance, he found 2 long 3 toed foot prints heading away from the cave. Each was a bit under 3’ in length and they were 7’ apart. No others. Something leaving the cave?

We drew up and entered. The cave sloped down, uneven ground at best. Ceiling was a rise and fall between 11 and 15’ of height. Lots of scat, bones, and uneven ground – we’d move half speed at best. Some green scales, lots of them, found on the ceiling and floors. Two passages out of here – east and south. Faint noise to the east.

Nate took out his Seshele Trident, raised it to his eyes, and looked through it. He got two visions – to the east was a 13” cave bear head on its hands snorting and looking. To the south, a 35’ long green scaled wyvern.

Damn it.

He let us know of the threats and we then proceeded to discuss at long length what to do and how to handle these foes. Heatmonth the 4th, 7:50 AM

2nd Campaign, Session 20. 10/14/25

5:40 AM, Icemonth the 19th. The group wanted to enter the kobold lair. Fjord shared with the party to the best of his recollection the size and placement of the caves. We looked it over and even if the kobolds were sleeping, approach would be difficult at best. We narrowed it down to just Gun, Fjord, and Nevah to sneak in, with the rest of the party to follow on and when they had been told the coast was clear.

The three, Halfling, gnome, and half-ogre snuck down the 40 feet of cave passage to the first main cave. There were kobolds to the left and right, half a dozen each. They were resting on small nests of dragged together cloth and other scraps. Across the way was a 13th kobold, in a chair, but after observing it for a bit, Gun was sure it was asleep. They pointed and signed which way to go first and working left to right, coup de graced each kobold one at a time, knife to the throat, ear, eye, muffling their grunts as each expired. It took time but when done, Gun snuck to the last sleeping one and killed him off.

We could see the 60’ deep pit here with the boulders and eye hooks in place that were part of the trap to catch the group earlier. Gun looked in the next room. There was a pair of passages on the east side heading south, and a larger chamber to the west where we could see some sleeping kobolds. And 2 large boars. Awake. Watching us. AND there was another kobold on the south end of the chamber also in a chair supposedly to keep watch but asleep as well.

We went back and talked, inspiring the rest of the party to close. We had the idea to use Atlas’ sleep spell to put a larger number of them asleep. So he had to move up. And we knew that missile fire was going to count. Somewhere in here we assumed Yandr was still at, and if Fjord was correct, was still chained up on some level. There was another guard on the other side of the room, also seemingly asleep.

Gun tried to enter, moving quietly, but the boars were getting excited at his presence so he turned and returned to the group. They got a plan together and at 6:25, they launched it. Arrows and bolts flew, followed by a sleep spell which took out some of the kobolds, but even Atlas knew it was an underpowered spell. A stab to a sleeping kobold took care of the guard and Cara joined the Halfling near the front line.

This noise did wake up Yandr. The paladin pulled the slack towards the boar we was chained to, and as soon as he could, he jumped up and launched himself at its back, knees pressed tight. It squealed and immediately took off, dragging the other kobold still chained to the paladin. We filled the air with arrows and bolts, while the few that were slept were wakened by other kobolds near them. Battle lines were swelling. A kobold guard tried to slow the pig but was yanked off his feet, while the other one smashed into the wall.

Yandr tried to angle his boar to breeze by the Halfling and pick up Gun, but they failed to connect and he rode past down the corridor. One of the kobolds badly wounded was heading for the wall to blow the signal horn. Cara sent Ply the giant rat to intercept. And then Atlas had a great idea, “Sorry, Cara!” and fired another sleep spell off, hitting the rat.

“Hey!”

This allowed the spell to go around the corner and encompass the guard trying to blow the alarm, sleep him and a few others. Yandr had wheeled the boar and was riding north back up the hall. He came to Gun, pulled the Halfling aboard the charging boar, and the animal trampled the nearest kobolds to death.

A mop up followed and then healing was dispensed. Yandr and Fjord went through the items still here. All magic items have been taken, but normal equipment was still here or on the kobolds in the area. The boar that Yandr rode he spent extra time with, rubbing and talking nicely to it. “This one is mine,” he said, looking down. “Mine.”

Cara meanwhile had cast animal friendship on one of them, hoping that well meaning intentions and a herd mentality would have the other 2 follow along. Total count so far? 20 kobolds and 2 guards. Yandr estimated the entire kobold enclave to be over 50. The rest were with the chief, probably west of here.

We cleared the room and by quarter to 8, had dropped every kobold body down the 60’ pit, leaving only blood stains about. 2 passages south, the both went to the same place, splitting up and joining together. Eventually the passages split again at the bottom of a 50’ cliff. The other passage had the same. Fjord took out the grapple hook, we tied rope to it, and then took a few turns hurling it up and dodging the falling thing before it stuck at the top.

The half-ogre climbed up, eventually rolling to the top of the cliff. There was an alcove here, 2 stools, and a rolled up rope ladder. He could faintly hear voices echoing down the long hall past here, kobold and distant. He whispered loud down to the party, dropped the rope ladder down, and checked the hall, seeing it joined with the other cliff. 2 stools here but no ladder. He ran back and slid down the rope to the bottom as the kobolds were coming close. They waved and shook the rope until the grapple let go. Then the party ran back north while the kobolds were complaining about “Where’s the ladder” according to Nevah who spoke their language.

We went back to the area by the beach and figured we’d go around this way. It was after 9 by this time so we were on alert. We followed the passage, passing the area that had been seeded with hot coals yesterday. We did find a side passage that we entered and explored. Dried fish, nets, a place for the kobolds to prepare food. We took some barrels of it, the nets, and went back to the beach, hiding everything in the alcove there for now.

We then went back and continued down the passage. We could hear some echoes, and maybe some water sounds? Glow was up ahead. Eventually we could see the passage had widened to easily 35’, but there was a 20+’ chasm there, filled with lava. 3 bridges of stone crossed over the gap. Each bridge had a couple of kobolds there, 2 of them with warning horns. The light from the lava was spoiling their infravision.

We did not want to risk a fight there so it was a sleep spell sort of plan again. We wanted to hit the middle group and hope the spell was strong enough to hit both sides especially the horn wielders. So we drew weapons, a bless spell fired off, we got ready, and at the extreme limit of the spell range, Atlas fired off a sleep spell – dropping just 2 kobolds.

Wtf?

Coming out from UNDER the bridges, basking in the heat from the magma, were 2 lava lizards! (1 had been put to sleep). The hissed at us, the kobolds drew up ready for the fight, and we took in the area before committing ourselves to charging. Icemonth 19th, 10:10 AM.

Meet 137, Adv 16, 10/11/25

Birthmonth the 21st, 289 of the 29th age. 7:30 PM, the group was in the Suds and Foam Inn and Hotel in Nightdale and were discussing the merits and flaws with the attempted mission to try and get Vicequeen Tensia from the Royal Estate and cruel ministrations of King Mombi Castian.

Eoghan was being constantly rebuked by the party. Patsy. Death wish. Unfair. What's in it for us. Not going to do it. Eoghan tried to explain that the mission was accepted and if need be, his word counts and he’d go on his own. It was a circular discussion for over an hour.

We had gotten an overview layout of the Estate here in town, plus what we had gotten as information from Adept Stacy and Ruffles Foxian. The Estate was roughly an acre - grounds are about 300' wide by 135' north/south.

There is a main road, King's Boulevard, that runs north of the Royal Estate. Across the Boulevard is a stretch of 4 acres called Lower Hill Park. It is there that Stacy is anticipating portalling the party to.

As for the Lightning Cart to get out of Freemanor, the party would have to leave the Royal Estate and travel west for 1/2 a mile to the Station. Ruffles Foxian will have a cart waiting for them there, just off the main junction so no one should notice it, and a pair of drivers ready to race them away and back to Nightdale.

The Royal Estate is 1 story for the most part, but there is a 2nd story on the east side of the manor house. A gazebo is beyond that. The Groundskeeper's cottage (Maurice Groundsman) is on the southeast section of the estate, and there is a separate barracks building on the southwest section of the estate. As for the normal people who take care of the estate when King Mombi is not there: Maurice Groundsman (Gnome), Poplar (Treant), and both Mr Peppers and Throatripper (2 Giant Minks).

King Mombi and the Vicequeen travel with an entourage of 12. We know it includes His group of 4 royal guard, 1 personal body guard, Kings thief, kings magic user, kings priest, Cook, valt, chamberlain, and the Vicequeen’s maidservant.

We just didn’t think it was a good idea. It was here that Wilhelm spoke up. He suggested that he could scry at the location, get more detail of the place. He had 4 reflecting pool spells at his fingertips, so we filled the tub with water and then using some of the bath oils, prayed to Shakak and began the scry of the place. First he had to center on us, then he flew the image northeast to Freemanor, then to Lower Hill Park, and then the grounds. One of the 8 trees on the property was a Poplar, so we pegged that as the Treant. Then he sieved into the 2nd floor and looked over the great room there and the spell failed.

We noted a brief pause as we scried, crossing the fence line. A latent ward was there but not active. Stacy had mentioned that when the king is there she cannot portal us onto the grounds. Since the King was not there, the wards were down. Good to know. Maybe the kings magic user establishes them when they arrive?

Wilhelm fired the spell off again and restarted it where he left off, the 2nd floor great room. He went through the 4 doors here, 3 were nice bedrooms and we guessed thief, magic user, and cleric. The last was the water closet – lavatory, bathroom, shower. He took us down through to the 1st floor where the great room was here, looking out the front and back doors. The spell ended and he cast it again.

We picked up Mombi’s room. Big bed, wall of fetish gear, cage, small bed in corner. Then another bed room we assumed was the body guards, another water closet, a servant bedroom, and then the dining room with a S table capable of seating 21. The spell came to an end again and it was the 4th and final one.

The last rooms were the kitchen and the pantry. Then he took a look at the barracks, could house 6. We then went to the groundkeep’s cottage where we saw a mink outside. Maurice was there and was running over a to do list of things he needed to put in place before the King arrives. We zeroed on it and saw mention of something about wards, security, lights, and heat at the basement.

We saw no basement. With only a minute left or so on the spell, we looked over the map and decided to try the gazebo. It was big, 20’ diameter. The other mink was sleeping under it, on a grated door. Bingo., We sieved through the door and saw a room with 30 to 40 odd switches, wheels, toggles, and the like. There were some latent power here not hooked up, and four long glass and copper tubes (like fuses) on a shelf below where they would be inserted to complete a connection.

Scry ended.

We had more knowledge now. Take down the wards from the inside? Sneak in and hide until the King arrives then lower the wards and dimension fold out? The minks were a problem. The Treant was a problem. There seemed to be little wary way to do it. Mombi was to arrive on the 23rd and would be there to the 29th. We forced a vote, blind. And ended up with 4 not to do the mission and 3 to do it. Eoghan was not happy and said he’d do it anyway if need be.

Eoghan suggested we rest and come up with a tighter plan tomorrow. As the ranger drifted off, a few of us were trying to come up with an alternative. What if, what if, the Groundkeep could NOT enact the wards because the magic fuses were missing? Would that be an option? He would send message to the King and the trip to Freemanor to use the Fey Fountain would not happen and then Eoghan’s mission could be squashed.

Wilhelm, Connal, Shim, and Nate all set off at 10 after nine. They went to the kennel where they bought 2 rabbits and a shitty wooden cage. Then they walked out of town, and traveled the 11 or so miles to Freemanor. The roads were empty and we got there about 2:30 AM on the 22nd. We avoided the watch by staying in the park area and eventually came across the King’s Boulevard to the Estate. A detect magic revealed no active magic on the fence.

We dropped 4 invisibilities on us, and in addition to 2 invisibility to animals and Connal drinking his potion of infravision, two of them crossed the road, hoisted over the fence, and were on the property, leaving Nate and Wilhelm to keep watch from the park. The monk and gnome (carried of course), crossed about halfway to the gazebo before Connal took out one of the rabbits and tossed it in the direction of the mink. It shot up and gave chase after the rabbit who ran west.

We slid under the gazebo, Shim fired off a silent portal spell, and Connal undogged the lock and lifted the metal door. We climbed down the stairs and he pulled it closed but did not lock it.

They went to the machinery which had enough of a glow to see by. Shim took the 4 fuses and we left 2 of the Lynching Dwarf toys from Tilani here, to give whoever would look around the belief that this were instigated by the elves. They climbed out of the hidden area, closed and locked the door, then tossed the 2nd rabbit at the now 2 minks who were eating the first one. They ran for the fence, vaulted over and rejoined the rest of the group across the street. We made our way west to the main gate and by 3:25 AM, were on our way back to Nightdale.

Along the way we dropped the fuses randomly in the woods. The night grew lighter and Wilhelm was growing exhausted, staggering and trying to stay awake. By 7 AM, Nate was having the same problem, the two of them weaving back and forth. Our pace slowed. Shim fell asleep being carried. Connal offered to slap faces to keep everyone awake. By 9:15 we wad arrived back at Nightdale, went to our room, ignored Eoghan and the others, and fell asleep with agreement to get up in 4 hours.

The rest of us kept Eoghan busy who wasn’t stupid and asked lots of questions, but truthfully, Darius and the others couldn’t really tell him what was going on. Eventually the rest of the party woke up by 2ish, they ate, and Shim directed the group to Townsquare to check out the King’s itinerary. For meetings, permits, heads of state things, his travel plans are often posted so courts can adjust to his schedule.

The space where it would say he was in Freemanor from the 23rd to the 29th was now marked as cancelled and that he would be here in Nightdale. “What did you do?” Eoghan asked. “Oh my! I guess he’s not going to be in Freemanor. So that means the mission is off.” The ranger was pretty mad. “You guys did something, what was it?” No one would agree to anything, just saying that it was a strange coincidence.

Eventually Ruffles contacted Eoghan and let the Ranger know that given Mombi’s concern over Tilani Elves taking a shot at him, he was going to forego his trip this quarter to Freemanor and stay here closer to home. Lady Amathea wanted to let him know that she was sorry and that if the situation were to change at some point in the future, she’d love to give him another opportunity.

Eoghan was not happy. At all. We boarded the Zephyr’s Windshade on the morning of the 23rd and Twilick set us off, heading all the way back to Bork Keep. We arrived on the 28th in the afternoon. During the time we looked over his maps and indicated where we were going to go next (Donnegarten). He mentioned that was Flyover country and those mountains had a lot of wind shear. He could fly over them, but weaving through them risked the Windshade. However, south of it was a clear area by a river. He could set up a camp there with the water supply nearby. Goblins occasionally run through the area but they are easily avoided and tend to stay underground.

We agreed, figured it was a day and a half from where Twilick suggested the camp and the Mountain. So we spent the next 2 days going through all that Bork Keep had to offer us. Picks, shovels, augers, oil, shields, bags, rope, anything and everything. We reorganized the Hut, cleaned it out and set it up tighter internally. With all our beds as well as the supplies and stuff we now had, the Tiny Hut’s 900 square feet interior was about 2/3rd full.

This was it, we were going to board the Windshade and set off on Firemonth the 1st in the morning.

Adventure averted.

Meet 136, Adv 16, 10/04/25

Birthmonth the 16th, 289 of the 29th age. The group went to the Therbaric School of Magic to see about making any sort of trade for weaponry or the like. A few things were presented and we made a few purchases accordingly. What we wanted to do though, was go back to the 5 schools and see about maybe having the opportunity to join.

We returned to the Thaumaturgy school (Bardarian) where we went through a variety of tests to measure our potential cunning. After a few hours we learned that a few of us might have the ability to attend the school. Base is 20 crowns and 2 months of effort.

We returned to the Long Horse Inn, arranged room and board for 4 days, and then for the next cycle of days, attended the other 4 schools accordingly. Perseverance, Logic, Bravery, and Strength. Each time there was a learning curve to possibly attend. A few of us were on the border and could possibly get a chance, but it was a 4 month commitment. We did not know if we were going to have that kind of time.

Finally on Birthmonth the 20th, Eoghan was approached by a gnome who wanted him (and a second of his choosing – he picked Shim) to come and meet with the Lady Amalthea (unicorn) about a possible mission. The 2 of them went to the east end of town where they had a chance to go to a forest clearing and meet with 3 figures.

The Lady Amalthea of course. Then there was Ruffles Foresight Foxian, Dweval’s 2nd son and one of the most powerful and influential gnomes in Nightwoods. And Stacy Willowbright, a gnomish Adpet of Urdlen, the god of bloodlust and hatred.

We learned that Stacy is the Vicequeen Tensia’s Elder sister. She was chosen without a chance to pass by King Mombi almost 3 years ago and the gnomish king has been using her cruelly all this time. Stacy has been trying to get her freed of the unliked king but so far no luck.

Lady Amalthea has put together an opportunity. It turns out that King Mombi is to visit the royal estate in Freemanor in 3 days for some showing the flag and to enjoy the waters of lust from the fey fountain there. His Vicequeen is to be with him. He is expected to stay there a week. He has a retinue of 12 that travel with him.

The group’s job, free the Vicequeen and head back to Nightwoods, then take off on their Spelljammer before the Skyguard can be summoned to stop them. When they arrive at Bypass Lady Amathea will meet them there and use her magic to regrow Eoghan’s hand. It means they will be banished from Nightwoods but they will have the thanks of most everyone involved.

Questions were asked. The moment the vicequeen is taken, a royal alarm and alert will go off, identifying the person who took her. At no point are we to permanently harm or kill the King. The goal is not regicide – but rescue. To sweeten the deal, Ruffles would make sure a temple and some orphanages to Lathander would be built. Stacy also had a way to transport us to a tree right outside the royal estate so we would not have to walk thorough Freemanor and risk being seen. As for escape, Ruffles would make sure a Lightning Cart would be available to the party as soon as they finished the rescue, regardless of the time of day or night, so we could race off back to Nightdale.

Eoghan could say no and there would be no negative implications, but if he accepts the mission and fails then that would be a negative mark. There are 4 powers that run Nightwoods, and even though the gnomes are the greater portion of it, they are not alone. The Fey, Centaurs, and Ents matter just as much.

Eoghan accepted the mission and left with Shim, heading back to the group. He soft sold it to the party, didn’t have some answers, and when we tried to find Ruffles, we had no luck as he was not staying at an Inn. The group eventually agreed to help Eoghan and we figured our first job was to head back to Nightdale and let Twilick know.

So we hopped on a Lightning Cart the next more, Birthmonth the 21st, and rode through all 3 towns, arriving back at Nightdale by 5 PM. We went to the Suds and Foam to get rooms again while a few of us went to the gnomish Captain and share with him what we needed.

He was…unhappy. But agreed to help. He did comment that we had done something against the Elven king some weeks ago, and now we were doing something against the gnomish king. Are these our missions? Are we making problems for the Kaiser? He agreed that the Windshade would be ready to fly by tomorrow and would wait for us to arrive as soon as we could.

Went back to the Suds and Foam, ate, and by 7:30 that evening, shared with the rest of the group what the plan was. We hoped to get a layout of the estate and maybe an idea of who is in King Mombi’s entourage.

2nd Campaign, Session 19. 9/30/25

Icemonth the 18th, 2:20 PM. Gun, Nevah, and Fjord crept to the south end of the cavern and listened hard both to the northeast and the south west passages. We heard nothing down either side however Gun was convinced that there was something to the northeast – a prickle on his skin, a faint shift of something on rock. Enough to alert the assassin. To the southwest at the limit of the infravision range the ground took on a change of heat from blueish green to yellowish orange. We discussed what it could be. Heat source? Steam vent? Not sure but we opted not to go and look.

Instead we drew up into roughly 2 across and started walking northeast, Fjord in the front checking every few feet for anything trap like. About halfway through, he did spy holes in the north and south walls of the passage, about ankle height. We discussed options and guessed that they might have been spike or maybe piton holes – right now though they were missing. The thieves in the group guessed they might have been trip lines but were now empty. We continued on with care.

After 60 odd feet there was a side passage that went south, perhaps 15’ wide, and the passage kept going again to the east but turning slightly southeast as the passage continued. Fjord was able to tell that maybe 50’ or so down the south side passage was another spray of heat on the floor. Gun was sure this is where the noise was coming from but the heat at the end of our visible range was ruining any further infravision.

It was decided that Fjord would go first, maybe cross the space to the other side. But when he stepped out, three bolts fired out – one punched into his leg, and the other two were mancatcher style, like a set of bear traps. And the cables on them were taut. And then we heard a barking command and WHOOSH – Fjord was yanked forward and dragged into the darkness. WTH!?!

Yandr stepped around to try and help find Fjord but again, three bolts were fired – one hit his shield and he splintered it, but the other 2 mancatcher styles hit him. He drew his sword, was knocked on his ass – and WHOOSH! Another party member was dragged ahead.

Fjord was pulled at a great speed, through hot coals, past a fuck ton of kobolds, up a thin slope and into a cramped cage where he hit with a thump, was crushed in, and then the heavy steel door was slammed closed and two pins were slid in and threaded in place. Two boars were dragging his cart past here and into the next room, kobolds around him, stabbing and beating at him.

Yandr had a similar experience, but sitting up he had some hot coals slide into his armor, he tried hitting the cable but no good, and he attempted to brace himself before hitting the cage but slipped and was smashed within, also beaten and the door slammed closed and pinned. He tried to attack but was unable to get a good attack in. They were dragged into the next cave past a big hole where boulders had been shoved down, providing the impetus to capture the group.

The rest of the party was unsure what to do. Sling stones filled the hall hitting at anyone who would dare to sneak to the next hall. Kobold voices were taunting us and we did not have a good idea to get through. As for the other two, they were confronted by the kobold chief, a painted warrior in chain armor and carrying a magical flaming short sword. There were 6 honor guard kobolds as well, also well armed and armored.

They grabbed out at us, wrapping Fjord’s right hand and Yandr’s left leg in tightly bound ropes, they were then attached to the boars and pulled taut, dragging the respective limbs out of the cages. The chief in poor common went to Fjord first and told him he had one chance, give up .. yes no? And Fjord was unsure, nervous, and said, “Brian…”

“Not Yes!” the chief howled and hacked down the sword, severing the three smaller fingers and about half of Fjord’s hand from his body, the enchanted blade cauterizing the wound. He was screaming, the group could hear it down the hall. The same was howled to Yandr who refused to give up and he too was struck, this time his left foot was 1/3 severed away, three smaller toes, boot hacked up, wound cauterized. The two men were in agony, crippled, and the chief talked to his people. They left 6 kobolds here as they went back to the other room – two on the boars, 1 watching the prisoners close, the other watching from a bit further away.

Gun attempted to sneak quietly past the entrance, heading for the other corridor curving to the south beyond this one, hoping it would link up. He went into the gloom, eyes peeled, infravision fired. After some 90 or so feet, he could see a 50’ slope of collapsed stone to a passage below this one. Not what he expected. But when he went to turn back, he heard a rattling noise and was surprised to see a 9’ rattlesnake here. It lunged at him, sinking its fangs into the halfling, and paralyzing him. He was frozen in place as it coiled around him, brought his legs together, and unhinged its jaw to bite, chew, and eat the halfling from the feet up!

The party wanted to go and find Gun, it's been too long, and we waited not answering the kobolds as they taunted at us. Eventually we managed to get past the passage and made our way down towards where the halfling had gone.

As for the others, it was not going well. Yandr managed a lay on hands on himself but he was bad off. Fjord tried to saw at the rope connecting his hand to the boar but it was difficult and then he gave up. Yandr tried to draw his short sword but the kobolds there beat at him until he was disarmed. Fjord then tried to undo the pins – but made each set tighter as he could not get the idea of left loosy righty tighty right – making it impossible for him to now get out. He would need a hammer to hit the pins, so he hoped to get his thieves tools out.

Yandr then tried to use a healing potion but was get just getting beat up for it so he drank it, pissing the kobolds off. They then saw Fjord try to use his thieves tools so hit him a bunch and took the tools away. Then Yandr hoped to set himself on fire and dumped a flask of oil on himself but he only managed to get half of it on him. Twisting and flopping around he tried to make a spark but couldn’t do that and they threw a bucket of water at him from the pig trough, diluting the oil. This was not working at all.

The Chief came back and talking to Fjord, said that he’d be a slave. So they heated up a branding iron, dragged him from the cage, took his stuff, and then pressed it on his lower right face and jaw. The smell of burnt flesh and pain was enough to knock him out – and he hit 0 hit points.

The rest of the group had gotten down to Gun and saw the snake had eaten him now up to his thighs. A few arrows were fired and the snake bit again, sinking poison into Gun before spitting him out. Hrimvir then came up and WHAM – flattened the snake’s head, killing it. But Gun died from the poison’s after effects. So Carl prayed to Odin and got the halfling back to positive hit points. But he was still paralyzed for at least an hour and a half. So we opted to carry him and start heading back.

Yandr wanted the Chief to save the half ogre and agreed to be a slave in his place. So they poured some rot gut down his throat but no luck. So the Chief gave a prayer to the kobold god and got Fjord back to 1 hit point. He was down to his underwear. Was given his crossbow and no bolts. Then the 5 honor guard kobolds escorted him back down the passage up the beach area, and ordered him to walk up the river or he’d be killed. Never return. So crying, alone, and crippled, he entered the water and started walking up stream, eventually getting to the 1st side beach area where he stopped and curled himself up, waiting and hoping his friends would come back.

The group had been hiding at the passage and saw all this. They waited for the kobolds to return and go back down the passage before daring to sneak past, go to the beach area, and head up the stream to eventually find Fjord. He was healed a bit and we talked about the kobolds, the chief, how many there were, and that Yandr took Fjord’s place so the half ogre would be let go.

The Chief explained to Yandr that they were here to keep the dragon, Netherithraxus, safe from being ripped off. Slavers from Highpoint, a woman named Vylaria, comes and borrows money from the dragon but never pays enough back. The Chief helps to keep the dragon’s hoard from being plundered. Since Yandr has his numbers, they were going to have him see the hoard tomorrow and compare it to the books. Sleep well, most likely kill you in the morning.

The group slept, resting early, and were up by 5 AM. We studied quick, made sure we were set to go, and headed back down the river, a few more endure elements were cast. We snuck up the beach and back to where the kobold lair was. We were discussing how we were going to go in there and take them out, hopefully while sleeping for now. 5:40 AM, Icemonth the 19th.