Category DND Blog: EFK Saga

Motoring along, the group explores empty rooms and rooms with lingering signs of violence. THey zig and zag in seemingly random directions and there are multiple queries about the sanity of the builders. The process is uneventful, with doors being opened and rooms inspected for clues and/or loot. For a while, the most exciting thing to happen is Fingers locating a trap before it is triggered.

As the meander along, one door opens into an occupied bedroom with a training area attached. The occupant is a stocky elven woman and she seems to dislike uninvited guests. DIgin hews at her and barely leaves a dent. Fingers stabs her in the ankle and does no visible damage, but still manages to inject a dose of deadly toxin...

…they see five figures, four of whom seem unaware of this new development. The room is a barren rectangle, with multiple exits. Two doors sport prison bar motifs and are guarded by a single armored figure. A hallway out the room is guarded by a pair of the same. In the middle of the room, a darkly beautiful elven woman, wearing a stylish studded leather coat, stands and watches the hallway.

Digin is through the door, stubby legs pumping and axe swinging. As he hews at the elf, Fingers lurks off tho the corner where he remains invisible for the duration of the battle. Kegdrain and Zaal launch arrows while Sniffles and Bayga remain a bit confused about what is happening so far away in the darkness.
The advantage of surprise is good and all, but there is a swift turn to the tide of battle as...

Since the gates of Oldtown close at dusk, the totally inconspicuous party decides to hide out near the fortified manor house, Luckily, it is on a lot that has not been tended to in years, so the weeds are quite tall and provide ample cover from casual passers-by. They spend the evening hunkered down, hoping no one calls the guard to investigate why a bunch of murder hobos are lurking in the darkest of the hillside thickets.
Finally it is dark enough and the group approaches the structure and does a quick once ’round to see if there is an obvious back door to exploit. It seems the house was built for defensibility so no entrances are visible. Now the question becomes – through the front door or up the outside wall?

Fingers is given a spider-climb spell and scales the wall, trailing a leng...

The group has a few more minor dithery bits to iron out and at one point they teleport back to the Tormite Mound to gather up Kormier, First of Torm. He is eager to participate in the assault that will end the longest-running existential threat to his new homeland. Plans are laid, examined, discussed, dithered and scrapped. New plans are formulated and variants are examined. In the end, it will cost Malchor a few years of life, but he will get to play with his new toys, so that will be fun.

The group windwalks at high speeds through the cyclops-filled corridors, causing much consternation in their wake. Any pursuit is abandoned once it becomes clear in which direction the suicidal gas clouds are traveling...

Eventually Malchor makes contact with the dreamstalker. It says it is Lady Megerin Punchthroat – and adds a bunch of titles. The upshot is that she is pissed at Coburg for abandoning the alliance to overthrow Unklar, the Horned God. She is happy to back the party’s bid to slay/banish a devil that is carrying on the expansion and enslavement that characterizes Coburg’s empire. The Lord of Souls must be defeated to remove the threat to Cormyr and the Western lands.

There are some questions within the group as to the possibility of being played, but Elulyn points out that pretty much everyone they’ve ever met has been doing that, so what’s the difference?

At least this way they can secure peace for a while and even though there may be future issues, at least there is benefit in the short te...