A Life Full of Adventure

Our guide says we’re about 3 days out from the Duergar stronghold. Soon we’ll have to stop focusing on surviving obstacles and start thinking seriously about the dwarves. For tonight’s precautions, Darian cast spells to increase our strength before he went to sleep. It seems a waste that we didn’t need them, but I’m happy regardless. Now that we’re only a couple days from the stronghold, and due to the fact that Braden keeps himself invisible as much as possible,…

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Underground is pretty monotonous. You sleep whenever you’re tired or you’re out of spells, but there’s no daylight to tell you what time of day it really is. If it gets to be too much, I might have to use a spell just to know the day and time. We were ambushed by some Hook Horrors…as ambushed as you can be on a single tunnel underground. Luckily, they were loud and we were able to tell they were coming, even…

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It took a little while to figure our Braden was hanging out around the cave entrance while we were exploring down at the pool. That wasn’t an issue once giants started throwing rocks at us. One of those rogue projectiles hit me. It’s not the worst injury I ever sustained, but I don’t look forward to it happening again! I ran to the cave. Everyone else followed at their own pace, mostly quickly. I tried to figure out how to…

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With no other directions, the party continued to head up the river. We were ambushed by 5 giant panthers with tentacles growing out of their shoulders. These illusionary creatures weren’t where they first appeared to be. Later Darian remembered they were called Displacer Beasts. They might not have been such a menace to us, but Marwin was having an off day. A very off day. The illusionary nature of the beasts didn’t help. Speaking of off days, Draskillion split the…

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Harlan met Darian and Draskillion at the Dock Ward at sunset. He came with two very large goons, who insisted on covering the priests’ heads with sacks before taking them on a walking tour of Waterdeep. When we arrived at Martheep’s base of operations, the Illithid stated he had all the information we needed, but it was going to cost 500 GP. Luckily he took a writ from the church of Kossuth. Here’s some of the information he gave us:…

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The party was able to travel 2 more days and get 2 more nights sleep before the assassin, as we had come to call him, struck again. We had taken to sleeping in a dome we could see out but others couldn’t see into. It was a very handy spell Darian had obtained. The assassin shot a crossbow bolt toward our camp. It had a note attached to it. We sent Delenn out to retrieve the note, but she didn’t…

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We went down the stairs, into the bowels of the overrun monastery to Illmater. But we didn’t want to be heard, so we used Silence 15’ Radius. The room at the bottom contained the dead of a few different races. The dead humans had obviously been monks. All the creatures had puncture wounds in their necks. They had been drained of blood. We pooled our knowledge of vampires: They are repelled by strong garlic, mirrors cause them to recoil, the…

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Darian has a powerful ally that can magically gate himself right into the middle of our camp whenever he wants, it seems. The man, Nameed, showed up to warn us that three powerful Zhentarim assassins were tracking us. We need to finish this quest before things get further out of hand. That night, some crazy fog rolled in – 13 distinct portions of mist – and headed over our camp toward the monastery. The significance of such an event is…

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There was nothing left to do but go in to the crypt. Right before going in we lost Braden to a ghoul attack (down but not killed) and we gained Delenn, who had previously been too wounded to continue after the troll fight. We put some protective spells on the fighters and entered the building. Neither of the priests were able to Turn the giant skeletons, so it was a knock-out fight with flaming undead. We did pretty well attacking…

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Lacking the time and equipment to return Dungar to the earth, where we assumed a dwarf would want to be returned, we held a funeral pyre for our dead song mage. It was too bad we could not take better care of our hired historian. We will have to do better with the next one. That night, many of us had nightmares about a dark ritual occurring in a sarcophagus. Ryphon was on guard duty, and he saw an apparition…

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