Monthly Archives January 2022

As they investigate the organ room and muse about the possibility of this being a magical gateway, the aforementioned druergar bid them farewell. They are convinced that the kling in question is not nearby, so they decide to retreat and depart the area.

The group lingers and begins an earnest exploration of the many closed doors and unmapped passages. They find acolyte’s quarters – ransacked. They find donkeys made of beer barrels and brooms – interesting. They find a room full of frescos that detail the life and times of the king in question – also ransacked. They find many more such places, most of them ransacked by the now-departed druergar. A few areas are undisturbed. In one they find a small army of terracotta dwarves and an armory’s worth of high quality weapons...

Drifting along on the waterway, the group navigates a small set of rapids before entering an enormous cavern that is heavily enchanted to resemble the outdoors. A breeze blows, carrying with it the scent of the forests that stretch into the distance. Though the sky seems real enough, the discerning eyes of the wizards reveal that the ceiling is only 50 to 60 feet overhead. Most puissant magics indeed!

The boat passes along a heavily wooded shore, where elvish archers stand on guard stop towers that run parallel to the river’s passage. The party’s boat slides under a bridge atop which sits a green dragon – with a sword protruding from its skull. Despite the sword, the dragon seems to be quite alive...

Returning to the scene of the slaughter, it seems clear that their actions have been detected, for the bodies of the slain are missing and there is a palpable sense of emptiness, as though the area has been vacated.

They pass beyond the last remaining door into an area that must be a sort of prison, judging by the barred cells and the fact that there are prisoners still imprisoned within the cells. One of the prisoners was kidnapped from the streets of HIllsfar while working as a lamplighter, one is a hobgoblin, one is a dead tentacled brain, and three are male drow that appear to have been lashed to within an inch of their lives…perhaps guards that should have stopped the party? *shrug* Moving on...