The group returns to waterdeep to find the temple of Tharzidun burning and hears rumors of a new desert city…
The group returns to waterdeep to find the temple of Tharzidun burning and hears rumors of a new desert city…
Testes, testes…one, two, three?!
Well well well…what the bloody hell? They slice, they dice, they scavage and scour,,,they fight, they bite, they like to pick wildflowers…
Well, maybe not.
Escaping from the giant dwarf lair, the intrepid party leaves behind the caverns of bad vibes, the caverns of awful stench, and the giantdwarf bazarr del mundo. What a happening place that is!
Back into the great outdoors, and a week or two on the road brings our intrepid evildoers in sight of Waterdeep…smoking Waterdeep. What’s that smoke?
That’d be the temple of Tharzidun, burning burning burning. And not in the good way either. Seems that the hordes of demons and meteor strikes have increased the normal levels of paranoia to unparalleled heights. Evil folk have been barred from entering Waterdeep, and the ban is enforced by magical wards that enclose the city.
That’d be a bit of a problem from the point of view of the party members that have their personal goods stored in the college of prestidigitators. Curses, hellfire and damnation! In short, farglegarble!
Somewhat daunted, the group hears tales of a new city that has sprung up in the desert lands…a haven for all sorts of human flotsam and assorted scumbags. With a weary sigh, the party turns inland to seek a more accommodating set of lodgings.
Maybe the Magii of Orlbar will offer a chance for soem down time…..
Damnit. Stumpy lose eye. Stumpy lose ears. Now Stumpy lose freedom.
Stumpy pissed now!
A Tharzidunian dominated party releases all the demons on the world, and now their temple is burning! The sweet poetry of it! All has come full circle during my time in this party, although few original members are still alive. Shall we go to this new desert city? Does Skilver have the wisdom to maintain control over himself to survive that long? Perhaps he would do better to return to the lava flows and flame of the volcano to search in the rubble for the heartstone, encouraging his delusions of grandeur?
Shit that was close.
That was one furious mountain.
I hope those little dwarf fucks drown in that shit.
Waterdeep shut off.
Training is needed.
This is a problem.
Maybe Orlbar?
Maybe the desert?
Evil beheld, Chance casts the die.
I’ve noticed those druidelves been looking at the Bellial dude kind of funny lately.
“heyâ€
“watch out for that hole in the roadâ€
“â€what hole in the road?—
“there’s always a hole in the roadâ€
like the hole in your head
shit!