OOC:Last night was a blast! Thanks to the host, as usual, for allowing us in his house and taking us to another world for a few hours of camaraderie and righteous bloodshedding. Thanks to Steve for the delicious, organically-grown, antibiotic-free, pure-grain-fed chicken wings (mmmmm… wings). Thanks to Brian for showing up and being his usual sunny self (I keed, I keed… no, really, Brian seemed to be in a good mood).
For the benefit of THE Luke and THE Chris (who is probably at the beach gawking at bikinied babes as we speak) here is a little recap from the point of view of a xenophobic, uppity, aloof and arrogant elf (are there any other kind?).
‘I have been feeling strange for a few hours’ thought the rail thin and pale elf. ‘It’s almost as if I wasn’t myself.’
The smell of rotting flesh brought him back from his brief internal soliloquy. A procession of humanoids, bearing an unfamiliar standard, was entering the temple while the band lurked amidst the liquefying and bloating bodies of their previous victims. This tower would be an easily defensible position from which to attack them, but only if we could draw them out here.
Turtle kept pushing us to seize the element of surprise and our relative health instead of letting the newcomers prepare for us when they saw the carnage we left in the dungeons beneath the temple. Furnock was asked to serve as bait, drawing the temple dwellers into the open field where they could be peppered with arrows from the murder holes in the
tower. “I’m not going out there by myself!” quipped the human. “Well, I think we should rest and regain magic” said Sulmia in her twang which always seems to bring the Helmite cleric from his occasional stupor. “Oui! Suhlmia speaks wisdom. We should rest and allow Helm to return his blessings to me.”
In spite of the reticence, Turtle was able to convince the foolhardy band to just go out and be aggressive with the newcomers. With Treveylan (OOC:that’s mr TreveyHlan to you) at the point the small team set out from the tower with the hopes of shooting temple dwellers with arrows. They encountered no resistance and were able to follow footsteps down towards the eastern side of the temple and the stairs going down. Furnock took his usual position as trap finder,
magical eyepieces dangling from his nose.
It then dawned on the party that one of their presumed
advantages, being able to shoot arrows at the enemies on an open field, was lost in the dungeons. So they decided to head back and down again through the familiar passages into a room in which they could rest and reverie, thus regaining spells and divine favors. Initially the room that served as a jail for the captured villagers was considered but it was deemed a death trap due to the one and only exit. The party
decided to quickly investigate the southern passage and found two long-abandoned armories, which would serve as places to rest. Pertinax quickly entered his reverie and Florent took off his armor and went to sleep. The rest decided to investigate a bit and could hear orcish voices down a corridor. Furnock’s magically enhanced stealth skills allowed him to move without raising the alarm and informed everyone of his discovery. Watch turns wre determined and a handful of hours went by without incident. Helm bestowed his blessings on Florent and Pertinax studied his mostly empty, ornate, leather-bound spellbook.
With Furnock, Turtle and Treveylan spearheading the incursion, the party prepared to delve deeper into this den of depravity and walking death. A battle erupted between the previously heard orcs and the front line of Turtle and Treveylan, with Furnock lurking in the shadows waiting for his opportunity to strike. Various orcs stepped forward and engaged Turtle while Treveylan shot his bow over her. From a passageway that bisected the positions of Furnock, Turtle, Treveylan and Sulmia from the location of Pertinax and Florent came four undead flesh-eating abominations. Florent quickly called upon the might of Helm and the ghouls, sensing the positive emanations from the cleric, quickly left the fray but not before Sulmia was able to stab one of them twice.
The undead menace averted the six companions huddled and set out to mow down the orcs, which were now reinforced by gnoll archers. Arrows and javelins whistled back and forth, sometimes finding flesh. Furnock used his magical blade, Turtle bashed, Florent moved to the front lines and swung his flail, Treveylan and Sulmia repeatedly cocked and released their bow strings and Pertinax intoned arcane words of power and gestures that released hidden energies in the environment. One powerful gnoll used his flail to part Turtle from one of her shields. While this was happening a distressed human stumbled out of a door further north, to be quickly grabbed and pulled back by a hulking bugbear.
Once the forces in the first hallway were defeated (after a brief scare in which Sulmia learned the finer points of coup-de-grace technique) Treveylan and a suddenly very brave Furnock followed the bugbear. Treveylan quickly returned to where the rest of the party could see him with a look of concern. Where was Furnock? What was inside the door? We will find out soon enough.