DND Blog: An account of the ludicrous trials and tribulations of the SD DND Crew
The ride out of Ptolus is fine and they barely notice the various eyes scrying them. Or maybe that is just imagination. Or paranoia. Still – just because you’re paranoid doesn’t mean they ain’t out to get ya. A gentle ride through the countryside and skirting the forest brings them to a town named after a ferry. The ferry no longer exists because some wizard got pissy and changed the flow of the river. Goodbye income stream. Goodbye jobs. Goodbye townsfolk. …
They emerge in the mountains across the bay and clamber down into the foothills. Using flying abilities to bypass the worst of the terrain, they realize they are in the neighborhood of the undead baddy that recruited them to slaughter villages and seed undead spawns, culminating in the wholesale slaughter of the garrison guarding the northern approach to the old capital. …
Northward from the demons and celestials is a very strange place. Flesh covered walls and strangely warm hallways are a vibe unlike the others. There are signs of struggles and HOLY CRAP! They’re attacked by some kind of beholder-spider with machete arms. The struggle is real and Digin is felled yet again, though the helpful Sniffles props him back up so he can take another beating. …
The room of keys is full of keys – most of which are trapped. Taking the untrapped ones and moving on leads them to another room…with more keys. And…another room…with even more keys and finally one last chamber full of keys. At each step, more of the keys are trapped and several are also invisible. Most curious. The party has no time for interesting mysteries and backstory be damned! They just want out. …
The passage through the bugbear complex was simple…not complex at all. It appears there is some sort of territorial feud going on ‘twixt bugbear and goblin. This is confirmed in a rare moment of parley, when the intrepid adventurers entered a massive room used as a staging ground for the core of some kind of goblin resistance. What? Who knows. …
The next week passes in a seemingly endless loop of exploration, doors (with and without traps), signs of past battles, …
Motoring along, the group explores empty rooms and rooms with lingering signs of violence. THey zig and zag in seemingly …
The party decides to avoid backtracking and just starts moving in a direction until there are no more options. They …
The next few days pass in a bit of a blur. Every waking hour is a variant on the following …
After some time negotiating with the ruby-armed Inverted Pyramid contact, the group realizes that they’ll have to pony up the …
As the cheery throne occupier waves to the group, the homicidal instincts kick in! Bayga blankets the room with silence …
The mysterious chef has his finger in many pies it would seem. He chit-chats a bit with the party and …
