Recently, someone brought it to my attention that they’d heard that heating pads are bad for Endo. Now…I live with my heating pad literally attached to my body almost every first few days of my period. So, I was taken aback by the suggestion as I find the heat soothing. And I vowed to do some research on the theory that heat is bad for Endo…and, as usual, formulate my own opinion and share it with you.
Endometriosis News ran an article in August of 2017 highlighting the opinions of Melissa of EndoEmpowered and Aubree Deimler of Peace with Endo, and both discussed how heat may cause fascia to manipulate (or soften) and harden after it cools down once the heat is removed. Aubree tried the heat elimination process to see how she felt, and felt a difference with her pain. If you’d like to try, please follow her example. Melissa interviewed Chris Toal of Azolla Health, who shared a downloadable brochure on the theories behind heat and fascia. Not only does Toal discourage the use of heating pads, but also the use of hot showers or baths. Aubree directly linked back to Melissa’s article and interview.
What is fascia? It’s a thin, fibrous tissue made up mostly of collagen that covers and supports tissue, such as muscles or organs.
From what I gather, the underlying theory expressed in the views of Endometriosis News, Melissa, and Aubree of why heat is bad for Endometriosis pain is that the heat, for lack of a better term, softens or melts the fascia tissue. Once the heating pad is removed, the fascia rehardens and can make the pain worse. This may cause adhesions to shift, form, and harden. Aubree cites to Ida Rolf‘s theory regarding fascia and displacement with energy/heat/manipulation.
Visualize a brand new, unlit candle. Once lit, the wax begins to melt. Blow out the flame and the wax cools and rehardens, oftentimes in a new shape. Or think of making gelatin: the mixture is liquid while hot and solidifies once it’s in the fridge and cooled off.
The fascia-altering theory is the only argument I have been able to find against using heating pads if you have Endometriosis…so:
Let’s find some proof to all of this…because, like I said, sometimes I live on my heating pad.
Ida’s theory that fascia tissue degrades with manipulation or energy is frowned upon by some. It’s called the thixotropic effect, where the tissues degrade with heat or pressure, then reform upon settling. Paul Ingraham wrote about his opinions in Feb. of 2013 and again Jan. of 2018 on thixotropic effect on PainScience.com and opines that fascia is simply “too tough” to manipulate in such a manner and states that Ms. Rolf found her theory to be “nonsense” as well. Mr. Ingraham cited many studies and professionals to support his opinions. You’re welcome to read both pieces (linked above and in the Resources section below).
But what if it’s not nonsense? According to the Science of Slow Cooking (mmmmm…crock pot food…), collagen begins to break down and liquify into a gelatin at 160 degrees Fahrenheit. Now, I’m no expert on the human body versus a meat-animal, but…how hot do heating pads get?!?
A study published in Safety Brief in 2015 ran a few experiments on heating pad created by Kaz (Model HP-110). After running the heating pad for 120 minutes, it never exceeded 151 degrees Fahrenheit, uncovered.
Sunbeam offers a FAQ on their webpage about the temperature range of their heating pads: the low setting 110 degrees F and the high setting can get up to 160 degrees F.
Sew4Home conducted their own little science experiment with homemade microwaveable heating pads. They compared rice, corn, and flaxseed. After 30 seconds of heating, the rice was 140 degrees Fahrenheit, the corn was 158 degrees, and the flaxseed was 144 degrees. Five minutes later, each had cooled: 136 (rice), 142 (corn), and 142 (flaxseed).
Hot water bottles should never be filled with boiling water (water typically boils at 212 degrees Fahrenheit), due to leakage and safety concerns. Many manufacturers of hot water bottles suggest a nice, easy-to-touch temperature; not scalding.
So, I’m not sure that heating pads (electrical, microwaveable, or hot water bottles) will get hot enough to do any liquifying damage to facia. But, then again, I’m no expert. And several webpages promote the use of heating pads (sometimes combined with castor oil packs) to help with adhesion, Endometriosis, pelvic, or lower back pain.
So, then I was curious: why do heating pads make my pain feel better? Once more, I hit the internet. And, once more, ran into a lot of Mr. Paul Ingraham’s writings and voluminous cited resources, along with other webpages.
Heat may be very soothing, it increases blood circulation to the area, it may relax tense muscles, and a 2006 study found that internal heat receptors may actually block pain signals. So, once more, heat may be good for dealing with certain types of pain.
Again, I’m not a scientist and this is just my opinion after bouncing around the internet for several hours doing research and reading. My conclusion?
My heating pads make me feel better…and I will not stop using them. Am I knocking Endometriosis News, Melissa, Aubree, or Chris? Nope. Everyone is entitled to their opinion and I value a broad perspective on things. But, for me? I also value the comfort that a good ol’ heating pad delivers.
What about you? My advice? Do whatever makes you feel better. Hot, cold, or neither. It’s your body and you know it better than anyone.
Earth Clinic (Dec. 2017): Natural Remedies for Abdominal Adhesions
EndoEmpowered (Nov. 2016): Stop Using Hot Water Bottles for Endo Pain
~ Again, I am a layman. I do not hold any college degrees, nor mastery of knowledge. Please take what I say with a grain of salt. If curious, do your own research 😉 Validate my writings. Or challenge them. And ALWAYS feel free to consult with your physician. Always. Yours ~ Lisa
If you haven’t heard of Pelvic Pain Solution’s pelvic therapy pads, they offer hands-free hot or cold compresses: the EndoFEMM Pad, the Endo-lite Travel Pad, the Pelvic Floor pad (which extends from pelvic bone to tailbone), and the Multi-Comfort Pad (which sounds divine: coverage of the tummy, pelvic area, lower back, and tailbone!) I have my EndoFEMM and freakin’ LOVE it! I wrote a little review of my experience here. I own the full size and the travel size versions.
I’m workin’ the fitting the pelvic seat cushion into my budget, but Pelvic Pain Solutions (and other people who have purchased them) say they’re helpful for pelvic discomfort and relieving pain and tension. I’ve recently discovered the life-changing benefits of having a lumbar pillow on the back of my chair at work at in my Jeep and have high expectations for a pelvic cushion!
Thanks, Babette, and everyone at Pelvic Pain Solutions for all that you do. ❤
Oh man. If you know me, you know I love my heating pads. I have an electric one by my bed, a microwaveable one for when I’m watching TV, another microwaveable one for work, and even those ones you stick on your clothes for discreet heat.
Well, in April I received an email from Babette, the President of Pelvic Pain Solutions (and fellow EndoSister), offering me a free sample of their EndoFEMM heating pads (you can see them here). If I liked it, I agreed I’d share about my experiences. First off, I thought “free sample” meant I’d be getting like a 3″x3″ square of it so I can take it for a test drive; nope – it was the entire EndoFEMM heating pad in all it’s “Paris Girl” glory! So, here I am today…which means I obviously liked it.
It’s a strap-on kind of heating pad that I can wear around the house, hands-free, and have a lovely, heavy weight and pleasant pressure on my pelvis, as well as constant heat! I microwave it for a minute or two, but ALSO have the option of cold therapy (brrrrrrr, I hate the cold).
First impressions? My husband said I looked like a sumo wrestler, so in good humor I stomped around the house in my best sumo pose. BUT I cannot sing the praises of the EndoFEMM enough – it’s large enough to cover ALL of my painful pelvic area, even my mons! I absolutely looove the heat and pressure on my hips. And if my lower back is giving trouble, I just shift it around so the heat is on my backside. A word of warning, though: it’s HOT – and when you fasten something HOT to your body…you get HOT! So you may want to wait a minute before strapping this bad boy to your belly, or check to see if the heat is okay…
I love it. It’s now my favorite heating pad and I absolutely want to buy the travel size one to keep at work.
So, on April 22, 2017, I started my period. My EndoFEMM arrived juuuuuust in the nick of time. Granted it doesn’t take away my pain and Endo symptoms…but it does ease them. Heat has always been a comfort. And now I have hands-free heat, comfort, weight, and pressure. Like a purring cat on my lap.
Next, on May 20, 2017, I started my period again. And happily reached for my EndoFEMM. Again, I was met with warm, heavy, comforting goodness. And HANDS-FREE! I think that’s my favorite part. I just wear my heating pad around the house and can still do things like…pet the cat, reach for the remote, carry a glass of wine from the kitchen to the couch…ha. I love it. The heat lasts for about a half an hour before I nuke it again for 60 seconds. And I never realized just how much I needed the heat on my hips and mons…it’s incredible. An all-encompassing gigantic heating pad.
Anyway, I blab! I ramble!! Just know that this girl loves this heating pad! And thank you to Babette for turning me on to them! Now if my crazy review has led you to their webpage, clicking that little “Buy Now” button, I absolutely insist you update me on your thoughts in my Comments section below. Do you love it as much as I do?
So, you may be reading this because you have a surgery pending, or you’ve had surgery and want to know if it was the “right” one. Well, when it comes to Endometriosis, there are typically two ways of dealing with the lesions that I’ve read of. If there’s more, share with me, please! Whichever way your surgeon opens you up : laparotomy or laparoscopy, robotic-assisted or not – your surgeon will still need to decide how best to handle the lesions he or she finds within your body.
Excision – removing the entire lesion by cutting a margin of healthy flesh around the lesion – see the graphic above, scooping the healthy soil around the flower to get the roots, and then some.
Ablation – destroying the lesion by burning the surface away. Like freezing off a mole or wart, but burning away the Endo. The graphic above with the flamethrower may leave the roots of the lesion, and unhealthy Endometriosis tissue, behind…
Is one better than the other? That’s purely a matter of opinion, but the popular opinion is, “yes!” There are countless studies that agree. But why?
Ablation only affects the surface of the lesion by destroying the tissue. It may leave unseen portions of the disease beneath the surface, which may allow for speedy recurrence of Endometriosis growth and symptoms. Ablation may also cause further scar tissue to develop – you are literally burning or melting the lesion away. Other names for ablation may include cauterization, vaporization, and fulgeration. Terms for some of the tools that may be used during ablation can be electrosurgical devices, thermocoagulation devices, lasers, a harmonic scalpel, helium or argon plasma therapy, and the cavitron ultrasonic surgical aspirator (CUSA).
Excision (sometimes called resection) removes the entire lesion, as well as a healthy bit of flesh around the lesion. The surgeon hopes to remove all traces of that particular lesion, in the attempt to make recurrence more difficult. The more lesions that can be excised, the better chances you may have at a longer symptom-free life. Tools can be cold, hard cutting tools such as scissors or even lasers (but…but…heat energy – burning!?!) – nope, lasers are often used for excision surgeries to cut around the lesions and harvest it out whole.
You may be interested to go back, grab a copy of your operation report, and compare these tools and techniques. What exactly DID your surgeon do? Or you can use this information to better ask questions of your doctor prior to a pending surgery.
Imagine an avocado (mmmmm avocadoooo) – you slice that bad boy open, remove the pit, and discover a bit of browning on the surface. Nasty bruises and icky…But, there’s plenty of good avocado still to be enjoyed. If you only scraped off the surface of that brown spot, you’d likely still have MORE brown spot beneath it – that rotten little bruise extends deeper into the avocado flesh (delicious green flesh). You’d want to take a spoon and scoop out the brown spot in it’s entirety, and enjoy the fresh avocado that you have remaining.
Also, think of an iceberg. The tip is only visible above the surface of the water, but the iceberg can extend for quite a long while beneath the waves. Endometriosis lesions do the same. Who knows what’s lurking beneath the surface. And if the entire iceberg – um, Endometriosis lesion – isn’t removed, it may resurface.
Studies have shown that women who undergo excision surgery of Endometriosis lesions have less painful periods, less painful bowel movements, and chronic pelvic pain than women who underwent ablation. Studies also indicate that painful sex levels remain about the same for both excision and ablation surgeries.
Women who undergo ablation surgery for Endometriosis have a 40-60% chance of recurrence, sometimes within months of surgery. In contrast, 75-85% of women who undergo excision surgery claim long-term relief. I personally have undergone two excision surgeries, within two years of each other. Some of my Endometriosis was in similar areas of my body as my first surgery, but some was found in new locations…My surgeon opted instead of excising (or even ablating) a lesion on my diaphragm, to leave it there for safety’s sake – nobody wants a perforated diaphragm! Excision surgery may not be ideal in every situation – and a skilled surgeon will be able to know when, and when not, to cut. Even then, it may not work and you still may be slated for a future surgery. The only guarantee with this illness: there is no guarantee.
In the end, it’s not all about the type of surgery or the tools used – it boils down to the skill level of the surgeon and their method of dealing with Endometriosis. How competent are they? Do they do excision or ablation? How often do they perform excision surgeries? What’s their recurrence rate among patients? Ask questions! Get answers! Be comfortable and confident with your surgeon’s skills.
And, as always – there is no cure for Endometriosis. We may get relief from medication, supplements, lifestyle changes, or even surgeries, but there is always, always, the chance for recurrence. Listen to your body. And don’t be afraid to head back in for another consultation…
I’d like to extend a special Thank You to Sarah Soward, a local artist and EndoSister who granted me permission to use a detail of her Endo-Graphic as our cover photo for today. To view the entire image and all of the information contained there, please visit her site. You can also view and purchase her other artwork here.
~ Again, I am a layman. I do not hold any college degrees, nor mastery of knowledge. Please take what I say with a grain of salt. If curious, do your own research Validate my writings. Or challenge them. And ALWAYS feel free to consult with your physician. Always. Yours ~ Lisa
I found these little pink … things … back in October 2016 when I was experience A LOT of pain with sexual intercourse. I mean, a lot. I was desperate. After reading the reviews on how many women who use Vuva Magnetic Dilators had relief from painful sex, I was hooked. But…I also couldn’t afford to purchase the kit. And, let’s face it – I had my doubts about magnets in dilators (dildos?) helping me with anything.
So, I wrote the company. Tara, the creator and founder, immediately wrote me back. She, too, suffers from Endometriosis. She also suffers from Vulvodynia and said her magnetic dilators helped her tremendously with her vaginal and pelvic pain, especially with sex! AND – she offered to send me two dilators for free because she truly believed they would help and wanted to help women in pain.
She didn’t ask me to write this review. I just wanted to. And…again…I still had my doubts.
But before I get into my experience, I wanted to explain a little bit about my understanding of what the Vuva Dilators are and how they are supposed to work.
A dilator looks an awful lot like a sex toy you can buy anywhere. BUT…a dilator is used for medicinal purposes and comes as a set of steadily increasing sizes/girths to help stretch the vaginal opening, or muscles inside the canal (no, I’m not good with scienc-y words). This may sound painful, but you can get dilators that are *very* small, and work your way up to something that is more comfortable (or close to the size of your partner). And it’s an incredibly slow and gradual process, stretching at your own pace, taking weeks to months. Vuva dilators are internally lined with Neodymium magnets, which supposedly help relax muscles and increase blood flow to the area. You insert one of these bad boys for 20-30 minutes each day and that’s it. There’s no stretching, no rubbing, no moving or wiggling around. Just stick it in, watch a TV show while laying on the couch, and pull it on out. *voila*
For more information, check out their webpage, which has all kinds of info on why magnets are supposed to work and testimonials. https://www.vuvatech.com/
Tara shared a study conducted by Physician Care Clinical Research comparing Vuva dilators to regular dilators. From February 2015-December 2015, a clinical study of Vuva’s effectiveness was conducted on 12 women in Florida. A year later, the final report was prepared. The 17-page report outlines the study, which was a randomized, double blind, crossover study for vulva/vaginal pain. The women had complained of ongoing vaginal/vulva pain for at least three months. Four areas were covered during the study: pain with tampon usage, pain of certain areas around the vagina via a cotton swab test, the way a woman felt emotionally about vaginal penetration, and sexual intercourse.
The study’s down and dirty after using Vuva magnetic dilators as instructed (well, my understanding):
90% of the women reported a decrease in pain with tampon usage. This figure is actually for women who used the Vuva Magnetic Dilators AAAANNNDD women who used the regular dilator (non-magnetic; placebo). So, using a dilator may help women who experience tampon pain. BUT, for those who used the Vuva magnetic dilators, they experienced twice the amount of pain relief than with regular dilators. Those who used the Vuva magnetic dilators experienced 30% less pain for the “tampon test.”
The cotton swab test was gently prodding a woman around her vulva with a cotton swab and recording the pain levels. 80% of the women reported a decrease in pain levels after using the Vuva magnetic dilators. On average, 28% less pain!
Many women who experience vulva, vaginal, or pain with sex begin to fear the act of penetration itself. All of the participants stated they had a higher sense of control and self-image.
Each woman also kept track of their sexual intercourse, as well as any pain associated with sex. Unfortunately, half of the women didn’t have sex curing the length of the study. But for the half that did, 80% of them had sex more often than before!
BUT what about me? Ready for TMI?
Before I started the Vuva magnetic dilators, sex was uber painful. Don’t get me wrong – it can still be painful…but, we’d have sex, and it’d hurt 6-8 out of 10. And I’d cramp for several hours (sometimes even into the next day) afterward. Granted, I had my laparoscopic surgery on September 21, 2017 and was still healing by late October, BUT sex was uber painful and crampy long before that surgery.
Here’s a little tracker on my sex pain, Vuva usage, and my thoughts:
Oct. 16: had sex (me on top) and pain during sex was a 6 out of 10. Afterward, my cramps were a 3-6 out of 10 and lasted for an hour and a half.
Oct. 29: had sex (me on top) and pain during sex was a 6 out of 10. No cramping.
Nov. 7: I began using IntiMD dilators (just a regular dilator). Even with the largest dilator, I did not experience changes or anything. Followed instructions and felt this program was not right for me.
Nov. 10: Used my Vuva Magnetic Dilator for the first time! No pain or discomfort. Felt warm and full/fluffy (…down “there”) after 20 minutes of use…in a good way, like having soaked in a hot bath. Magnet magic? Maybe. Began to use regularly (every day or every other day).
Nov. 11: Had sex (six hours after using dilator, that weird sideways spoony-sex). Sex pain was a 2 out of 10, cramping was a 1 out of 10 and only lasted an hour.
Nov. 17: Had sex (sideways spoony-sex). Sex pain was a 1 out of 10, cramping was a 3 out of 10 and lasted a few hours.
Dec. 1: Had sex (sideways spoony-sex and me on my stomach). Sex pain was ZERO!!!! Cramping was a 2 out of 10, and lasted about 30 minutes.
Dec. 3: Had sex (sideways spoony-sex and me on my stomach). Sex pain was a 1 out of 10, cramping was a 2 out of 10 and lasted about an hour.
Dec. 4: Had sex (me on top, my laying on my stomach, and doggy style). Sex pain was a 3 out of 10, cramping was a 2 out of 10, lasting about 30 minutes.
Dec. 14: Had sex (sideways spoony-sex). Sex pain and afterward cramping were a ZERO! Oh my god.
Dec. 22: Had sex (sideways spoony-sex). Sex pain and afterward cramping were a ZERO! Again!!
Dec. 24: Had sex (me on top). Sex pain and afterward cramping were a ZERO!!!
Then I took a break from using my Vuva dilators due to the holidays…bad idea:
Jan. 4: Had sex (doggy style). Sex pain was a 7 out of 10, cramping was a 3 out of 10, lasting about 30 minutes. Vowed to renew Vuva usage!! We’ve also since realized that doggy is just too deep for my nifty anatomy (I have a septated canal and two cervix) so we stick to less-penetrative positions now.
Jan. 19: Had sex (standing, from behind). Sex pain and cramping were a zero!
Jan. 29: Had sex (standing, from behind). Sex pain and cramping were a zero!
Feb. 23: Had sex (standing, from behind). Sex pain and cramping were a zero!
March 7: Had sex (missionary, and sideways spoony-sex). Sex pain was a 3 out of 10 and cramping was a 3 out of 10, which lasted into the next morning. I had to take a Tylenol PM due to the pain. It was also the day after my period ended, so things may have still been tender.
March 12: Had sex (me on top). Sex pain was a zero, but cramping afterward was a 2 out of 10, which lasted about an hour.
That’s the extent of my tracking our sexual encounters and pain. We went from having sex maybe once every month or two to multiple times per month! I felt like I was getting the “old me” back! I was far more confident, less scared (although still a bit scared…), and very grateful. And I even instigated several of our sexual encounters. Woohoo!
Whether it was the magnets in the Vuva dilators, or the placebo affect making me feel better, or having recovered more fully from my September surgery (but remember, I did have this pain prior to surgery), or whatever – I’m grateful.
I must be honest – I haven’t used my Vuva dilators since March because life has been hectic and I haven’t set aside 20-30 minutes of my day. I’ve been experiencing minimal pain with sex once more, and very minimal cramping. But guess what? After typing up my log today, it has renewed by desire to pick the program back up.
I am so grateful to Tara for the products. And her support and encouragement. If her products can help other women have less pain, I think that’s wonderful! If you’d like to look deeper into Vuva Magnetic Dilators, the idea behind them, the instructions, the testimonials, or even purchase a set yourself, please check out https://www.vuvatech.com/
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One of our local EndoSisters, Toni, had a brilliant idea to get the gals together for a little bit of roleplaying fun. She had read that roleplaying could be beneficial to people who suffer from pain or in need of a happy-boost – and besides we wanted to get together for some good laughs and R&R. I thought it was a great idea, and off she went, planning our adventurous day together!
We teamed up with Linda Dami of Donut Panic, who let us use her comfy couches and tables for the afternoon. We also had access to delicious vegan donuts and gluten-free vegan cupcakes. Thank you, Linda!
“But, Lisa,” you ask, “what does roleplaying games have to do with this?” Aaaah, I’m glad you asked! Well, let me tell you what I’ve learned:
There’s a man out there named Charlie Brown. He suffers from major depression and anxiety, as well as borderline personality disorder. He says gaming saved his life, and it continues to, every day. He pushes passed his anxiety, goes out, meets with friends and strangers – finds himself encouraging the shy to break out of their shell. And he says, “Often its better than medication of traditional therapy . It heals, and bonds, and fills in those cracks. The world for a bit is a little more tolerable. I know this because I can move back into it .” Tabletop gaming has helped Charlie. You can read his amazing story by clicking on the link in “Resources” below.
Some therapists out there are actually having their patients play Dungeons & Dragons as the therapy session. They say it helps with social anxiety, problem solving, communication, building friendships, and empathy. Gaming may also boost happiness and reduce stress! I can tell you that I, personally, felt uplifted and refreshed after our game on Sunday. Well, all of the players mentioned that they all really had a great time and couldn’t wait to get together again. It gets you out of the house, lifts your spirits, gives you something else to think about…
An article in Psychology Today pointed out that D&D (as well as other tabletop RPG games) bring people together, boost imagination and creative thinking, encourages improvisation and quick-thinking. It may very well be a confidence booster.
It really was a feel-good day for us. It raises Charlie Brown’s spirits and social ability. It helps patients progress through issues.
When you suffer through (fill in the blank), a feel-good day with friends may be just what you need. Even if it’s not D&D or RPG games, I encourage you to go out and find that “feel good” activity that gets you out of your present situation and into something…enjoyable. Boost those Happiness Chemicals in your brain.
Toni wanted to tie in Endometriosis awareness into our day of tabletop fun, and she created these wonderfully whimsical and informative Endo character sheets! We didn’t use these in our game, although they were inspired by D&D, but they were placed out for people to read and learn and enjoy! And, c’mon, they’re adorable!
The Endometriosis Monsters
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Six of us gathered at Donut Panic on Sunday – none of us have played before, but we were all eager and willing to learn! No judgments (well…Morgana was a judgmental Druid…), no expectations, and all ears (is that an Elf joke?). We had our DM, and we each received character sheets, introduced our characters, and our journey began.
The best part of sitting around the table with these guys and gals was interacting, thinking together, creative problem solving, laughing, and just letting go of our present situations to immerse ourselves for a few hours in this story we all helped create together. I was glad to see people still honor their bodies during the four-hour game: standing breaks when sitting became too much, pee breaks, getting more water to drink, etc. We also had a seemingly endless supply of cupcakes and donuts!
The next day we were all a bit tired and our DM is more so because of all the work they put into the campaign, learning the rules, and keeping us on track. Everyone worked together as we ran across questions of operation and procedure, and it truly was a team effort. And, thank you Toni for putting this all together!! It was incredible!
If you’d like to see photographs of our little maiden campaign, here you go! And if you’d like to read our little Adventure as it played out, our story will follow at the end of the photographs…although it will likely be meaningless and not hilarious to you since you weren’t there. HA! But we all had SO much fun!
Jan. 15, 2017
It all begins…
Five friends are sitting around a table in a pub. Bartholomew, the halfling monk; Eru the high elf wizard; Mew of Death, the drow elf rogue; Morgana, the human druid; and Aria, the tiefling warlock. And just how did these five come to know each other?
A tricky thing about some elves: they’re a little difficult to tell which is male and which is female – an androgynous race. So, forgive me if I switch between he and she and she and he…because sometimes even I can’t tell. Eru, still an adolescent female of 150 years old, met Mew, who is now 315 years old, through an act of roguish deceit. Mew, wearing his stolen signet ring, introduced herself to Eru as the Earl of Duque, another noble-born. And the two had remained friends ever since, even after learning of Mew’s deception.
Mew and Aria are both members of the Zhentarim and knew each other from their private gatherings and mercenary assignments.
Bartholomew and Morgana both seek to protect the common folk. United in their personal beliefs, they bonded over their common goal and travelled together.
As our band of friends were marveling over how they’ve come together over a pint or two of ale they were approached by Gundren Rockseeker with an easy and rewarding job. He’ll ride ahead, but the five follow and deliver this cart full of goods to the city of Phandalin. The band agreed, with visions of adventure, wanderlust, and money, money…MONEY!
Shortly into their trek along the trail to Phandalin, our adventurers run across two bloated and dead horses in the road, obviously killed in some sort of robbery. Arrows jutted out of the carcasses and the saddlebags were ransacked and empty. Mew searched the horses and packs for any belongings. Morgana began picking berries along the trail, stowing them away in her pockets. Eru repeatedly poked the dead horses with her wand and stole one of the empty bags. Bartholomew was eating his first lunch of the day. And Aria was making a small bag to hold her magical bits and pieces she’d collect along the journey.
Suddenly, four goblins emerged from the woods, surrounding the group. SURPRISE! Mew struck the first goblin down with her dual wielding, shortsword and dagger, in one smooth sweep of his blades. They don’t call them the Mew of Death for nothing! Morgana promptly whipped the second goblin to death. No mercy from the druid! Eru, excited to put her spells to good use, produced an acid bubble…which merely *popped* on it’s way to it’s target…and she immediately knelt down and wept. Her preppy and spoiled upbringing did not prepare her well for disappointment. Bartholomew flung two darts toward his target, and they whizzed right by. Aria, casting Eldritch Blast, sent a crackling beam of energy toward a goblin, who promptly dodged. Amidst the scurry, Bartholomew was slashed by a goblin, but remained on his feet to fight. Morgana cracked her thornwhip once more, but it simply snapped in the air, catching Bartholomew’s cheek in the process. Eru hurled a fire bolt at another goblin, burning him to a crisp and a smoldering pile of bone.
There was only one goblin left…Bartholomew, with all his halfling stature, lunged and grappled the goblin to the ground, and tied him up. A captive! He had no desire to see this goblin die at their hands – always seeing the good in others, he wished peace among them. Aria, being the intimidating hellspawn that she was, successfully interrogated the little goblin – who spilled his guts to our little party: the goblins were following the orders of King Grol by kidnapping Gundren Rockseeker and his escort and they may have been at the nearby Cragmaw Hideout, or further northeast at Cragmaw Castle. Learning all they could from this minion, Mew took great pleasure in killing him.
The friends looted the dead goblins, taking weapons, armor, and shields. Bartholomew celebrated their victory by devouring a second lunch. [Out of Character moment: Enjoy the Cupcake o’Victory! We survived our first attack!]
Our group of friends had a decision to make: did they continue on toward Phandalin and simply sell the wares of Gunder’s cart (which only had some mining equipment and meager provisions) or did they attempt to rescue their acquaintance from the goblins? Seeing as they wouldn’t be paid for their trouble if their benefactor wasn’t alive…the obvious choice was onward to Cragmaw Hideout. Bartholomew used a healing potion from his pack and the group was on their way.
Armed with the detailed layout of the trail, including traps and pitfalls, our adventurers found themselves at the entrance of the Hideout – but still had to cross a river to get to the cave. While discussing how best to traverse the river, including having Morgana transform into a giant turtle, arrows zipped at eastern shore. Two goblins, hidden by the briar thorns, appeared and attacked! Mew was struck with an arrow, but was able to retaliate, shooting the same goblin that struck her. Bartholomew shot at the goblins with one of their stolen bows, but missed. Aria was oblivious and still talking about the turtle-transformation. Eru summoned an acid bubble and flung it toward the remaining goblin – only to have it burst on one of Aria’s horns. Morgana attacked with her whip, and missed. The goblin retaliated and poor Bartholomew was struck again. Aria cast Eldritch Blast and killed one of the two goblins. Mew dispatched another arrow, sending it straight into the last goblin, obliterating it.
Whew. Now that the threat had passed, our adventurers still needed to cross the river in order to get into the cave. Morgana did, in fact, shift into a gigantic turtle, everyone climbed aboard her shell, and she ferried them across the river. While crossing, Bartholomew caught three fish. Shifting back into human form along the new shore, they again ransacked the dead goblins for more armor and weapons. It was decided a little reconnaissance would be necessary – so Morgana was asked once more to shift into an animal. This time: a bat…and she disappeared into the darkness. What she saw…well sonor-saw…nobody knew. Her party waited for her outside the cave. Bartholomew shoved some briar thorns into his pack. Aria gnabbed a newt from the river, mumbling something about eyes, as she shoved it into her pack.
Morgana returned from her recon mission, shifted back into human form, and told of all she’d learned: a cavern with three chained wolves, and a small fissure leading off somewhere; the river continued inside the cave, originating out of two small pools and a waterfall she named “Sweaty Butt Valley” and “Butt Falls” for the glorious shape of the pools and falls; a winding tunnel that led to a cavern with boxes and a treasure chest; a bridge 20’ above the cave floor which crossed the river and to a set of carved stairs – she didn’t explore further up that tunnel because of the unmistakable reek of goblins and cooking. She didn’t want to become their next meal – stinking goblins eat anything, including bats!
A plan was formed…Bartholomew had wished for a less-fatal plan, but the group overruled him.
Mew whipped a goblin disguise out of his bag (a rogue and her tricks!) and he donned the armor of one of the previously slain goblins. Aria tore out her herbalist kit and poisoned the three fish he had procured earlier. Armed with his wits, climbing gear, and the three poisoned fish, Mew entered the cave. The wolves, smelling and seeing one of their Masters (or is that Mew-sters?), eagerly devoured the tasty fish…and promptly died. She squeezed into the fissure, which turned out to be a trash chute with rotting filth at the bottom, and employed his pitons and skillfully climbed up the 30’ chute, peering into the cavern above. Just as Morgana relayed, there were boxes of what may have been provisions…but lo and behold, there were also three goblins and a wolf on the other side of the smoldering coals beneath his ledge. Mew overheard two of the goblins bickering about the third goblin, whom they called Klarg. Mew descended the trash chute and returned to her friends to report. Morgana and Aria slipped inside the cavern and skinned the wolves, even butchering some of the meat for a later meal.
The party decided to split up – Mew and Aria would climb back up the trash chute. Mew, still disguised as a goblin, would attempt to persuade the two smaller goblins to join forces, overthrowing Klarg in a mutinous attack. Morgana, Bartholomew, and Eru would traverse around the tunnels, waiting at the entrance of the cavern in case Mew and Aris should fail and need back-up. Bartholomew, the peace-loving monk that he was, fully approved of this plan. Diplomacy, empathy, tact! But…plans don’t always work out…
Mew got halfway up the chute before losing her footing and falling and getting knocked unconscious. Aria quickly healed Mew and attempted to climb the chute herself, but couldn’t even manage the first leg.
Meanwhile, Bartholomew, Morgana, and Eru edged their way through the dark cave. Eru, with her elvin genes, could see in the darkness and led the group. She spotted a goblin guard on the bridge above their heads…and quietly snuck beneath him. Bartholomew followed suit, sneaking under the bridge. Morgana, though, tripped in the darkness, alerting the goblin guard who signaled to other goblins – goblins who were positioned at Butt Falls and they smashed out the support beams holding up the dam to one of the pools of Sweaty Butt Valley. Water filled the cavern, rushed down the tunnel, and swept our three adventurers out the cave. Aria and Mew heard the shouts, the rush of water, and turned just in time to see their friends pass by their cavern entrance. The water lapped at the ledge of the trash chute, but did not affect Mew and Aria…which is good because Aria couldn’t swim!
Battered and bruised and bleeding, Bartholomew, Morgana, and Eru caught their breath and rested along the rivershore. While they recovered, Mew successfully climbed the trash chute and waited at the top for Aria to join her. Aria tried a second time to ascend, got halfway up, and fell 15’, landing once more on the cave floor.
Recovered from their “swim,” Bartholomew had come up with a great plan. Eru, armed with her darkvision, crept back into the cave and snuck her way around the corner of the tunnel. She aimed at the guard on the bridge and cast magic missile…into the darkness…and all three magical darts struck the goblin, flinging his dead body over the rope bridge, falling 20’ to the cavern floor below. She regrouped with her friends outside the cave.
Aria tried once more to climb the trash chute. She got halfway up the chute when her tiny little T-Rex (that’s Tiefling-Rex) arms couldn’t hold on and she tumbled to the floor, yet again. Not discouraged, she tried again and finally joined Mew at the top. By this time, Eru, Bartholomew, and Morgana decided they’d join their friends up top, rather than risk the unknown amount of goblins waiting in the mists of Butt Falls. Eru attempted to climb up, and failed miserably, hitting her head on the way down. Morgana and Bartholomew both made it to the top in their first try. Eru tried again, and managed to climb to the top, even with her head wound…which Morgana quickly healed with her Healer’s Kit.
Mew, still disguised as a smelly goblin (moreso now from his extended stay in the trash chute), called one of the goblin’s over to the smoldering fire. He persuaded the goblin of her goblin-heritage and asked it to bring it’s friend over. So Goblin #1 walked away, and returned with Goblin #2. All the while, Klarg and Klarg’s wolf stomped around the cave, shouting something about making the cave great again. The goblins introduced themselves as Edgar and Horrace, and explained how unhappy they’d been with Klarg’s behavior and politics of late. Mew, in all his charismatic ways, laid out the plan: they would all band together and overtake Klarg, split his loot, and live their lives as they wanted to! It wasn’t long before Edgar and Horrace unsheathed their swords and the mutiny began!
Edgar charged at the unsuspecting Klarg wielding his sword high, swung…and missed! Morgana followed through, but missed – luckily, she had a dagger at the ready and flung it through the air, striking Clark and doing some damage. Aria placed a hex on Klarg and simultaneously attacked the wolf with Eldritch Blast and struck it. Unphased, Klarg struck at Bartholomew and rendered him unconscious. Unable to immediately help the monk, the party continued their attacks. Horrace lunged toward Klarg, but Klarg dodged the attack. Eru once again launched an acid bubble, but Klarg dodged (nimble goblin!). Mew focused her attention on the wolf, stabbing it DEAD – on his face, even! Edgar struck at Klarg, but missed (yet again). Morgana attacked, but missed. Aria’s hex lifted and she, too, failed to strike Klarg. Horrace, the mutinous goblin, swung at Klarg and dealt the final blow. Klarg fell, dead, on the cavern floor. With no time to think, Edgar and Horrace turned on our band of friends – they weren’t going to split this loot! Eru launched a firebolt at Horrace, rendering him to ash. Mew shanked Edgar, doing some damage. Morgana attempted, but missed – and instead turned her attention to Bartholomew, whom she roused from slumber. Aria attacked Edgar, missed, and hexed him. Now awake, Bartholomew shook off the veil of sleep and furiously attacked Edgar, killing him.
The adventurers, victorious, studied the room around them. To many, all they saw were boxes – but the trained eye of Mew, the thievish rogue, spotted the rusted treasure chest among the crates of provisions. He picked the lock and *voila* our heroes were rewarded. No one saw Mew and she slipped the jade frog into her pocket. The frog with the golden eyes was worth 40 gold pieces, easily. The party split the 600 copper pieces and 110 silver pieces amongst themselves and Morgana was gifted with the two health potions found within the chest.
Exhausted from the fight, our adventurers took a rest among the crates and bounty. The scents and sounds of the dank cave echoed off the walls. Darkness lay ahead. As did unknown numbers of goblins, the fate of Gundren Rockseeker and his escort, and endless adventure.
Pause…(game resumed 2/26/17)
Rested from their battle, the party decides to head deeper into the cave north toward Butt Falls. As they round a corner, they see two goblins playing near the water. Mew (while still disguised as a stinking goblin) draws her crossbow, fires, and strikes one of the oblivious goblins in the head. It falls with a splash into the water. The second goblin charges at Mew with its shortsword drawn, slashing across his chest – and she falls unconscious against the cave wall in a slump, bleeding profusely. Eru hurls a fire bolt at the goblin, but it whizzes past the goblin and is snuffed out by the Falls. Morgana steps protectively over Mew’s body, drawing her scimitar and attacking the goblin, but it ducks – *whoosh*. She counters with her dagger, but the goblin again avoids her attack, jumping backward. Aria’s reaches deep within her Inner Soul and emits a crackling burst of energy, casting Eldritch Blast toward the goblin. It didn’t stand a chance, withers, and dies. Just as the party was going to focus on Mew’s wounds, a swirl of light from around the corner of Butt Falls surprises the Adventurers. “WHAT?!?”
Bartholomew decides to investigate and rushes toward Butt Falls, rounding the corner. He sees a goblin and a dwarf in combat! He drew his shortbow, let his arrow loose, and killed the goblin! Bartholomew had made his first kill!! (Insert celebratory dance here.) He and the dwarf meet…cautiously at first. The dwarf introduces itself (should this be its-Electric-Boogaloo-ness, or is it too early?) as Therkahn Battlebeard, a cleric, but it’s difficult to tell if this dwarf is male or female…we still don’t know. The dwarf had a busty chest, a hot pink mohawk, and a full pink beard.
Aria dressed Mew’s wounds and he awakened. Therkahn offerered to help, fully healing Mew with their cleric-skills, while solidifying a sense of friendship and trust with the party. Bartholomew busied himself looting the body of his kill – he kept 3 rounded pebbles, tattered leather, and a fish skeleton, but gave one copper piece each to Aria and Mew. Morgana fished the second body out of the water and gained four copper pieces, giving the tattered leather she found to Aria to later craft a pouch. Remembering the earlier misfortune with the flooding of the cave, Morgana destroyed the remaining dam which held back Butt Falls’ collected pool. It rushed harmlessly beneath them.
Backtracking up the cavern, the Adventurers found the bridge which allowed them to cross to the other side of the chasm. Each of them clanked and creaked and stepped loudly as they crossed, curving around into a small cavern with a dimly-lit fire, which appeared to be hastily snuffed out. The party pushed themselves flat up against the cave wall and could hear evidence of enemies ahead (or overhead?), lying in wait. Morgana, hidden in the darkness, but confined by the close-quarters, awkwardly changed into the extra goblin costume and stepped forward with Mew around the corner and up the stairs. The two “goblins” were greeted by six goblins waiting on the ledge, poised to strike. Mew convinces some of the goblins that he’s just their for the food and could smell it throughout the cave, and three of them head down the ledge to tend to the meal.
The larger goblin, however, (dressed in chainmail, I might add) calls her out and assumes a battle stance. Morgana unfurls her thornwhip, cracking and flicking it toward one of the goblins before her – it strikes, the tail of the whip wrapped around the goblin’s arm, and when she pulls back, the thorns gouge through the flesh, nearly dismembering its left arm. Without hesitation, Mew lunges at the chainmailed goblin with her shortsword, but is deflected by his scimitar. Seeing an opening in the parry, Mew jabs with his dagger, nicking the goblin’s unprotected armpit. Meanwhile, Eru rushes into the throng of goblins around the campfire and casts Thunderwave, filling the air with a loud boom which forcefully flung two goblins into the adjacent cavern wall – breaking one’s neck and the other just slumped dead on the cavern floor. The third goblin hurled through the air and landed hard on the stairway above, it’s leg obviously twisted and broken – all it did was scream out in pain, whimper, and sway in a useless lump. Therkahn cast Sacred Flame at the stairs, but the goblin writhed in pain and coincidentally evaded the falling fire. Bartholomew charged up the stairs and slashed at a goblin with his shortsword, cutting it across the abdomen. Aria followed behind, and cast Eldritch Blast, but unfortunately Bartholomew stood in her way and she had to adjust her aim to not strike him and she missed the goblins completely.
The armored goblin suddenly announced their surrender and Morgana insisted they all get on their knees (well, except for that pathetic writhing goblin on the stairs) and disarm. Bartholomew orders the goblins to strip naked and, of course, they complied. Behind the kneeling gobins, the Adventurers see the unconscious body of Sildar Hallwinter, the traveling companion of Gundren Rockseeker. Morgana knelt beside Sildar, arousing him from his slumber. Mew rummaged through the belongings of the chainmailed goblin and found 3 gold teeth, which she kept for himself, along with the chainmail armor after asking each member of the party, in turn, if they wanted it. She gave the 15 silver pieces to Morgana in an uncharacteristic display of generosity. That near death experience must have temporarily addled his sense of self.
Therkahn asked Sildar where Gundren was, since he wasn’t found within the cave. Sildar recounted his tale of how they were ambushed on the road and taken by the goblins. Gundren and he were looking for Wave Echo Cave, a long-rumored magical and mystical cave filled with treasures which was destroyed long ago. Once captured, two bugbears hauled Gundren off to an unknown location…
Eru vanished down the ledge to loot the two bodies by the fire. She kept two wooden dice for herself and gave two copper pieces each to the members of the party, including the newly-added Therkahn. The goblins were ordered to carry supplies from the cave to the wagon waiting at the entrance, and as everyone disappeared across the bridge, Mew lingered behind. The cries of the wounded goblin on the stairs wafted across the chasm, until suddenly – silence…and Mew of Death joined the rest of her friends across the bridge, a smile creased his lips, back to her Drow self again. The unclad goblins were ordered to load up all of the crates from Klarg’s cavern onto the wagon, too. Once fully loaded and the cave plundered, the party debated on what to do with the goblins. Mew, of course, wanted to kill them. Bartholomew wanted to bring them along as sherpas. Eru wanted nothing to do with the filthy beasts.
So, it was decided they would be released. Bartholomew, enamored with the smallest goblin, handed him the fish skeleton saying, “Thank you.” Bewildered, the goblin shyly accepted the gift, but having no pocket or pouch to put it in just stood there, holding it awkwardly. Therkahn fed each of the goblins from his rations, Bartholomew also paid the unwilling and unclad sherpas 3 copper pieces each and gave them back the previously-looted goblin attire, and Mew, the lying man that she was, stated he supported Bartholomew’s kind gesture…
Sildar stated he was with the Lord’s Alliance and there would be a reward for his rescue and safe return to Phandalin. And since our travelers were going to Phandalin to deliver Gundren’s goods and seek a reward for the Lionshield Coster supplies, they agreed to travel together. Upon arrival in Phandalin, Sildar paid for the entire party to stay at the Stone Hill Inn, and each member retreated to his or her respective room to soak off the day’s adventure.
Clean and refreshed, everyone (well, except Sildar) reconvened downstairs in the pub. Bartholomew and Therkahn bonded over ale and religion. Mew braided Eru’s wet hair beside the hearth. Aria worked in the corner crafting her spell bag. Morgana sprung for a gallon of ale to share with her friends.
Mew and Therkahn both spotted the beauty that was the Innkeeper’s wife, exchanged a few heated words over who got to seduce her…but Mew allowed Therkan the honor. Therkahn sidled up to the Innkeeper’s wife, ordered a mug of ale, claiming it was on Sildar’s tab…which it WASN’T, but earned themself a free beer regardless!
Aria sidled up to an old weaver, Frida, and learned a few useful tips and tricks about weaving. She then wove enchanted friendship bracelets, giving one to each of her companions!
Morgana befriended Pip, the 8-year-old son of the Innkeeper. Pip told her about a tunnel he and his friend found near Tresendar Manor – she gave him a copper piece for his tale. Meanwhile, Therkahn was still flirting with the Innkeeper’s wife and learned about Daran Edermath, a retired adventurer who now owned an apple orchard in town.
Mew and Eru spotted a dusty miner and they enticed him into conversation: he mines up north, mostly iron, for the Lionshield Coster. He warned the two that if they intended to head up north to beware of orcs along the Triboar Trail. Eru asked if he knew anything about the Wave Echo Cave and he thought it may be in the northeastern mountains, but wasn’t sure. Mew, charming vixen that he was, encouraged the miner to buy she and Eru a beer…which, of course, he could not resist.
Bartholomew befriended a farmer, Narth, in the pub and learned about Sister Garaele’s recent distraught return from the woods. Narth is also is a friend of Daran. Bartholomew, gracious man that he is, bought an ale for Narth – and subtly asked for some free crops in return. He was…denied! Mew joined them and asked the farmer about the weather conditions up north and learned that some heavier clothing may be in order.
Sildar appeared at the foot of the stairs, pulling out a purse and paid the party members 50 gold pieces for their efforts, which they split 8 gold pieces per person. Since there were two pieces left, Mew suggested a group cash purse, affectionately called “The Kitty.” Since nobody trusted Mew to tend the purse, it was given to Bartholomew for safe keeping. Exhausted and sated with ale, the Adventurers retired to their rooms.
Bright and early, Bartholomew decided to go shopping! He entered Barthen’s Provisions with the intent to buy food for his party, including fixins for breakfast burritos, and sell Gundren’s supplies. Mew was already awake and shadowed Bartholomew, watched him step into the shop, but a few seconds later he turned around and exited the shop, the shopkeeper shouting, “Um, okay…come back soon!” – Bartholomew headed back toward the Inn, scratching his balding head. He promptly woke the rest of the party to join him. Aria was livid that he hadn’t already procured and prepared breakfast.
The party all returned to Barthen’s Provisions. Aria took charge of negotiations while Barthen inspected Gundren’s crates. Barthen had made a deal with Gundren to pay 10 gold pieces to five people…but Aria pushed for 15 gold pieces for 6 people. Barthen countered with 10 gold pieces for five people, plus the wagon and “burro fixins – whatever those are.” Aria was relentless and Barthen finally caved, paying 15 gold pieces for each party member having delivered Gundren’s supplies. Aria sweetened the deal by giving Barthen a petrified eye of newt. Eru purchased new robes and changed in the back room out of her filthy trash-chute covered robes. Therkahn bought rations to replace the ones they’d gifted to the goblins yesterday. The dwarf (Electric Boogaloo?) also purchased a miner’s pick and a blanket. Aria bought a grappling hook. Bartholomew bought a blanket, playing cards, and lamp oil. Then he stood in the center of the widest aisle juggling the three pebbles he had looted from the goblins previously. Mew decided to go and sell her chainmail at the Lionshield Coster – Bartholomew tagged along.
Mew held the goblin-crafted chainmail up to the Lionshield Coster shopkeeper for inspection, hoping to get at least 20 gold pieces. The shopkeeper scoffed, offering 10 for the poorly-crafted armor. She only intended to melt it down to make it into a far superior armor. Bartholomew kicked up the charm and talked her up to 12 gold pieces. Mew still wanted more – and Bartholomew threatened the shopkeeper with a “secret order” that Mew belonged to, as well as spreading a bad reputation among the order about the shop. The owner crumbled beneath the threat, offering 17 gold pieces for the chainmail. Mew took the 17 gold pieces and offered Bartholomew one piece for his silver tongue. And, yet again, he negotiated the split to a 50/50 split of 8 gold pieces, plus one to The Kitty. They exited the shop.
Therkahn, Eru, Morgana, and Aria meet up with Bartholomew and Mew in the street. They’d come to collect their reward for securing and delivering the Lionshield goods safely. They stepped inside the shop while Bartholomew stayed outside and Mew slunk back in, ducking behind a barrel to eavesdrop…little did they know the shopkeeper was already in a foul mood from the transaction just a few moments before and from being roughed up by the Redbrand Ruffians earlier. Aria performed some quick magic tricks to try to lighten the mood, but it didn’t really work. The shopkeeper offered 50 gold pieces for the entire booty. Aria tried to offer some protection to the shopkeeper from a “secret guild,” for six gold pieces, but the shopkeeper grunted mentioned that Halia may be in cahoots with the Zhentarim. Of course, Aria’s ears perked up…she’d have to remember to tell Mew later…Therkahn tried to namedrop the Lord’s Alliance, but that noble name didn’t sway the shopkeeper on her price. The Earl of Duque (Mew in disguise) stepped into the shop, waving his nobility around to haggle a better price…and failed. Finally the group took the 50 gold pieces, split it six ways and put the remaining two pieces in The Kitty.
Aria nudged Mew aside and whispered about their Halia being a member of their Order. They begged off to “go shopping” and split from their friends.
Therkahn, Morgana, and Eru decided to find Sister Garaele to inquire about her observed state of distress the other night. Upon reaching the Sister’s house, they were told she was praying at the Shrine of Luck, and they headed over. They found Sister Garaele, who informed them that she wasn’t attacked the other night, but simply fell and tripped in the woods, tearing her robes. Therkahn didn’t believe her one second and Morgana pressed her a bit further and learned that she had actually been looking for a spellbook. A ghost named Agatha supposedly knew more about the whereabouts of said book and could be found about a day away northeast of the Triboar Trail at an old house near the ruins of Conyberry. Eru was truly interested in finding this spellbook and learning its secrets with Sister Garaele. The Sister gave Eru a silver comb she had found near the ruins and thought it may belong to the ghost, but wasn’t sure what good it would do. Therkahn, interested in something far greater than spells, asked, “What’s in it for us?” The Sister stated if the party were able to return with the spellbook, she would give them several healing potions. Of course, our three Adventurers needed to confer with the rest of their party before committing, and headed off to find Mew and Aria.
Mew and Aria had found Halia’s house and knocked on the door. When she answered, they both immediately offered the secret handshake of the Zhentarim. Mew asked about the tunnel she had learned about from Pip at the Inn…and Halia stated it was the hideout of the Redbrands! She had been thinking of having the Redbrands leader, Glasstaff, assassinated and stage a coup. She insisted, however, that as many of Glasstaff’s minions as possible be spared; and, in true Zhentarim fashion, she equated each Redbrand’s life to money. Halia offered to pay 50 gold pieces to each Zhentarim member if the assassination attempt were accepted. Mew and Aria agreed…intent on forging Zhentarim documents for the rest of the party to reap ALL THE MONEY!
Around 3 o’clock in the afternoon, all of the party members met up again with Sildar in town. He let them know that his good friend was missing, and was last seen near the Manor, but since it was getting late, the party decided to wait until tomorrow to help Sildar find his friend.
Instead, the Adventurers went to the apple orchard to talk to Daran. Therkahn started the introductions and learned that Daran was a member of the Order of the Gauntlet, and they shared tales of grand adventure. Daran had long-since retired to the life of an apple farmer and mumbled tales between bites of a juicy apple that that orcs could be killed with a blade and the bodies of trolls needed to be burned. He also told tales of some trouble at the Old Owl Well and that the undead have been reported chasing off prospectors. He mumbled a few other things beneath his breath, apple crunches between words, and offered the party a bushel of apples. They thanked Daran and headed back to the Inn to meet up with Sildar to decide what they would do tomorrow:
Search for Sildar’s friend? Hunt Agatha the ghost and the mysterious spellbook? Stage a coup? Investigate the rumors of the undead? Tomorrow will come soon enough…
PAUSED…game resumed 3/12/17
Our party awakes, alas, to no breakfast burritos. Morgana makes empanadas for the Journey, Mew purchases ball bearings before heading out, Aria and Eru watch the sun rise from the town green. The rest of the party join them and Mew passes out counterfeit Zhentarim membership cards to everyone. They all decide to go explore Tresendar Manor. They meet up with Sildar along the way.
Trensendar Manor appears before them, castle-like ruins with a wooden doorway, broken windows, everything appearing ransacked and long forgotten. A quick investigation of the perimeter, however, reveals otherwise: footprints!
Eru cast “Detect Magic” and Therkahn located a suspicious bush which hid a cellar door and appeared to lead to a lit basement. Mew stealthily crept within the shadows down the stairs, and gently pushed a wooden door with no knob or keyhole. He cracks it open, peering through, and notices a large chamber with downward stairs. These lead to a large room with a cistern within it. The party joins her.
Eru’s spidey senses *ahem, I mean Detect Magic* begin to tingle, and lead her to investigate the cistern further. Therkahn, Morgana, and Aria flank either side of Eru. She sees approximately 8’ down into the water an object which appears to be a satchel. So she dives into the water and cuts the rope holding the satchel to the cistern floor. Resurfacing, a door to the left suddenly swings open and three men step into the room, swords drawn.
Morgana threatens to melt their bones, but all they do is laugh at her and continue to advance. She cracks her whip at one, but he ducks out of the way, swinging his broadsword and slicing across her abdomen and chest. Bartholomew jumps across the room to negotiate the misunderstanding, mentions this was a really nice house, and also slips in that the party is associated with the Zhentarim. (Mew groans.)
He stands there, unaffected, and aggressively yells, “This is Redbrand territory!”
Aria casts Eldritch Blast at the man who injured Morgana, but it flew over his head. Therkahn moved down the stairs and cast cure wounds on Morgana. Eru climbs out of the cistern, attempts to cast fire bolt, but all it does is sizzle and steam. Mew loads his crossbow, letting a bolt loose at one of their attackers: it hits him in the left shoulder, but he is still able to swing his sword.
One man attacks Bartholomew, but he is able to block them with his palm. Morgana is struck during the parry, but it’s just a flesh wound. Another turns his sword on Eru, but his blade is simply caught in her dripping wet robes. Morgana returns the attack with her whip and dagger, slicing him through the abdomen, blood dripping from his lips. Therkan deflects a blow with his hammer, smashing away the sword. Morgana also takes another slice from an enemy. Bartholomew charges, swinging a vial of lamp oil, flinging it in the men’s direction. It shatters and two men are covered in oil.
Bartholomew yells, “Light ‘em up!” as he reached over and slapped both men across their stunned faces.
Without hesitation, Aria grabs a nearby burning lantern and throws it in their direction, but it flew safely over their heads. Therkahn attacked the unoiled man with their axe, but only the hilt of the axe makes contact, striking him in the head, rendering him unconscious.
Eru was able to hypnotize one of the attackers, and all he could do was stand there and drool. Mew reached for another lantern to threaten one of the oil-laden men, but it had no effect. He threw the lantern instead, but it missed and sputtered out at his feet. Sildar joined the battle, FINALLY, advancing into the fray…but did nothing. One of the oily men slashed out at Bartholomew and Morgana, but his grip was too slick and he missed. Drooly man was still drooly. Morgana unfurled her whip and dagger, missed with her whip, but sunk her dagger deep into one. He was gravely wounded, but still alive. Bartholomew grabbed his tinderbox and struck out, and the poor oiled men screamed as they burst into flames. Aria knocked the remaining man unconscious, and Mew tied him up.
Eru took that moment of peace to look into the satchel retrieved from the cistern. It was a waterproof pack which contained a healing potion, an invisibility potion, 50 gold pieces, and traveling clothes. Aria took the clothes and healing potion, Therkahn took the potion of invisibility. Eru received 16 gold pieces and the waterproof satchel, everyone else received 8 gold pieces, leaving 2 for the Kitty. After searching the defeated men, Aria, Mew, and Bartholomew each procured Redbrand cloaks.
Our party members took a short rest.
Therkahn investigates the stonework of the manor, which looks to be about 100 years old and Dwarven. Mew continues to loot the fallen men, finding 28 silver pieces, 12 gold pieces, 15 electrum pieces, and 2 garnets. Aria and Mew each took a garnet… and Mew really wants all of the money to himself, but she decides to split it with the party. Each member takes 4 silver pieces (plus 4 to the Kitty), 2 gold pieces, and 2 electrum pieces (plus 3 to the Kitty). Eru investigates the walls, but finds nothing out of the ordinary. Mew takes a shot at it and finds a stone out of place… which reveals a hidden wall.
Mew wakes and interrogates one of the Redbrands. He does not recognize the name of Sildar’s missing friend, but does reveal there were about 10 other Redbrands on the premises. He gags the Redbrands, and the party stepped through the secret doorway into a large cavern. Mew takes the lead and heads alone toward casks at the end of the room (mmmm Beeeer). She is distracted by an OOoooooOOh Shiny at the bottom of a crevasse to his left and suddenly hears a voice in her head, “Have you brought me food?”
Mew whispers back in her head, “Yes.”
The voice in Mew’s head anxiously demands, “Food where?”
So she responds, “In my pack….” She spots a creature hiding behind a pillar across the bridge.
It pointed down into the crevassed and thought-speaks, “Throw food in.”
To which Mew responded, “And what do I get out of this arrangement?”
And then the creature threatens to reveal Mew’s deepest secret–why she left the Underdark. MEW DECIDES TO KILL HIM NOW! Oblivious to the entire conversation, the party suddenly sees Mew draw his crossbow, loading a bolt and cocking. The bolt flies across the crevasse, striking the pillar and the creature retreats into the darkness. The rest of the party simply sees a blur disappear into the shadows.
Bartholomew, Sildar, and Aria agree to stand watch in the hallway. Therkahn, Morgana, and Eru go toward the casks of beer. Mew looks further at the OoOoOoooh Shiny. At the casks, Therkahn finds two hidden entrances: a set of stairs disappearing into the depths, and a hallway. Eru’s magic senses begin to tingle and the OoOOoh Shiney begin to glow. The party all rush back to the edge of the crevasse, and all but Therkahn descend. There, at the bottom of the crevasse, is a small chest, which is too heavy to carry out. Within, are 160 silver pieces, 120 gold pieces, 5 malachite gems, 2 healing potions, a scroll of augery (divination), and a longsword with a silver scabbard, engraved, “Talon” with a bird of prey on the hilt.
“Nice sword,” Therkahn remarks.
Therkahn takes the scroll, Mew steals the sword and all of the malachite (giving one gem to Aria, which he hopes no one noticed), Morgana takes the 2 healing potions, and the party splits the funds: 26 silver pieces (plus 4 for the Kitty) and 20 gold pieces each.
Bartholomew, Sildar, and Aria are playing cards when Aria hears a noise coming from down the stairs. She can’t make it out, but it sounds like a conversation. Bartholomew and Sildar can’t make out the words, either. The rest of the party joins them, but nobody can make it out. Bartholomew and Aria step down the stairs and are met with two closed doors. They can hear distinct voices behind one of the doors. Bartholomew grabs the Redbrand cloak, slings it over his arm, and opens the door, stepping in saying, “Hey guys! Going to town…want anything?” He sees three bugbears (each wearing a Redbrands cloak) bullying a small goblin.
They reply, “We don’t need anything,” so Bartholomew leaves the room, and heads back to the party. A bugbear slams the door behind him. Mew wants to sneak on by since this obviously isn’t the room they’re looking for, but no one else agrees.
Morgana drinks a healing potion to top off her health and Eru borrows a cloak. Mew, begrudgingly accepts the upcoming circumstance and positions herself in the hallway beyond the door. Eru and Aria step into the room with the 3 bugbears, stating they were to go pick up the loot. A bugbear, disbelieving, heads out the door to confirm the orders only to be stabbed in the side as he tries to pass Mew.Mew stabs him in the side, again and again like a crazy Drow (MEWWWWW!). Aria slashes out and slits his throat, and the two drag him down the hallway out of sight and near Therkahn, who is guarding one of the bridges above the crevasse.
Eru points at the remaining bugbears and attempts to cast Sleep, but it fails and they all just stand there blinking at her. Mew draws her shortsword and dagger, slashing at one of the bugbears, slicing his forearm with the sword, but the dagger just snaps against the leather. Eru then casts Tasha’s Hideous Laughter, but it does nothing. A bugbear grabs his morningstar, swinging it and smashing Eru up against the wall. She lay, dying. Morgana uses her whip and dagger against Eru’s attacker, the whip misses, but the dagger sinks in. The second bugbear attacks Mew, who crumples against the wall, unconscious, sliding down next to Eru. Bartholomew puts down his playing cards, puts on the cloak, and sits on the stairs. He then stands up again, descends the stairs and stands in the doorway. Therkahn appears in the doorway next to Bartholomew and casts Cure Wounds on Eru. Aria casts Eldritch Blast, sapping one bugbear of all of his energy. Aria steps into the room and give two healing potions to Mew, who quafs them down–finally conscious again. Sildar runs into the hall, Mew runs OUT, and Eru casts Firebolt at a bugbear, but just singes him through his leather armor. A bugbear swings his barbed morningstar at Aria, crushing her abs–she is bleeding, but appears okay.
Morgana casts Thunderwave, proclaiming, “BOOM! Let’s do it!!”
One bugbear is thrown against the wall, his mace crushing him in the face. The goblin is thrown away (he apparently passed out earlier in fear). The remaining bugbear attacks Morgana and misses due to the sheer force of the Thunderwave.
Bartholomew enters the room and asks, “What’s all this ruckus?”
The bugbear responds, “Help me kill this intruder!”
Bartholomew steps behind the bugbear, silently draws his short sword, and thwacks him against the back of the head. Aria follows through with her dagger, which glances off his leather. Sildar attacks, swinging his scimitar but the bugbear knocks it aside. Mew advances to the doorway (belly-aching the whole way about how no one listened to him), fires his crossbow from a safe distance, striking the bugbear once in the chest and a second bolt renders the bugbear into an unconscious heap.
They tie him up and loot the bodies: one bugbear yields 33 silver pieces, a jeweled eyepatch, and an iron key. Mew takes the eyepatch, Morgana takes the key, and the party splits the silver (5 pieces each and 3 to the Kitty). The other bugbear has 10 silver pieces, which they divide 1 silver each plus 4 to the Kitty.
Paused (Game resumed 6/11/17)
Everyone got into the room and closed the door behind them. Mew kept an ear to the door, and having heard nothing, smacked the goblin awake, his eyes snapped open wide in fright. Mew talked to him: his name was Droop and he was sent here by Black Spider, who works with Glasstaff), but he didn’t know where Black SPider was. Bartholomew offered the party’s protection to the goblin from the cruel bugbears, and the goblin calmed down. When asked who else was in the mansion, the goblin replied that there were four people playing games down the hall.
The tied up bugbear began to stir, but Mew promptly knocked him out again. She hugs Droop, and squeezes him so tightly that he passed out once more. And a party discussed their next move.
Morgana transformed into a green and yellow parrot, and she, Mew of Death, and Bartholomew walked down the hallway and entered the room (Mew and Bartholomew were still wearing their Redbrands cloaks). Arian, Therkan, and Eru watched from the hall. Once inside the room, they saw four human warriors playing some sort of dice game at a table covered in coins and trinkets – having interrupted, one of the warriors shouted, “Who are you?!”
Morgana repeated in her best parrot voice, “Who are you?”
Mew responded, “Black Spider sent us as support.”
Morgana squawked, “Support!”
The warrior invited them to pull up a chair asking, “Do you know how to play Badweather?”
Bartholomew said, “I haven’t wet the bed since I was three…”
Morgana chewed on the ends of Mew’s hair, so Mew casually raised her hood and sits at the table. Bartholomew pulled up a chair. They could both hear that the dice were weighted, but Mew still dropped two GP from the kitty onto the table. They lost the first round.
Mew broke the ice asking where Glasstaff was, and the warriors pointed to a door on the opposite end of the room. Mew dropped another two GP on the table, and the dice were rolled. Mew won! He pulled in 2 EP, 5 SP, and 3 GP. Mew thanked the warriors for allowing her to win this round. He placed the 3 GP back into the kitty, but she pocketed the rest of the coins in her purse. She and Bartholomew, with Morgana on Mew’s shoulder, left the table and exited out the door toward Glasstaff, closing it behind them.
Meanwhile, Aria, Therkahn, and Eru were still stuck twiddling their thumbs in the hallway. They had no disguises. And they didn’t want to leave this location to wander along the mansion in case their friends needed them. Therkahn mumbled something about being bored and Eru just sat there with a dumb look on her face. She began to take a short rest in the hopes of recouping some of her spell casting abilities, which were exhausted in the last encounter.
Mew listened in the hallway’s adjacent doorway and heard faint bubbling and dripping sounds. They opened the door and stepped inside and saw a laboratory of sorts with beakers, glasses, potions, bubbling concoctions, tomes, and parchments. A large rate scurried around the floor. Mew dropped some crumbs for the rat, who quickly nibbled them away. Bartholomew investigated the flasks and vials and shoved them in his bag: a vial of mercury, another of an unknown black sludge, and one powdered nightshade. To the group, it appeared someone had been researching a potion of invisibility.
Morgana cast Detect Magic, but nothing stood out; although the rat faintly glowed. She transformed from a parrot into a rat and struck up a conversation with the rat: “How’s it hangin’ in here, squeak squeak?” They talk about food, life in general, and the rat’s Master. Mew gave the rat more food.
Morgana asked, “Where’s the shiny stuff, squeak?”
The rat replied “Squeak squeak, the red guys have shiny.”
Meanwhile, in the far-off hallway, the three abandoned party members just sit there, picking their nails and teeth, with nothing to do but wait.
Morgana asked the rat where they could find his Master, and the rat pointed to another doorway which exited the room. Morgana reverted back to her human form and Mew reached out to grab and strangle the rat, but missed as it scurried underneath the crack in the doorway. Mew burst through the master’s doorway, which led to an empty bedchamber; no rat in sight. Mew yells, “Are you alright, Sir?” No response. Morgana noticed a secret passage along the wall, as well as a letter on the desk. She read it aloud, which reeked of conspiracy and treachery among the Lord’s Alliance, signed by the Black Spider. Bartholomew yells, “Oh! It’s the Black Spider!!”
Mew ran back through the door into the laboratory, continued on through the hallway into the room with the dice players. He yelled, “Glasstaff is missing!!!” (nobody reacted) as she continued to run through the far door, into the hallway where the long-forgotten and neglected party members were napping. Mew caught everyone up on what had transpired, and they head up the stairs toward the crevasse.
Bartholomew and Morgana heard footsteps and voices coming from down the hallway, most likely the concerned warriors from the dice game. Morgana shifted into a bat and flew into the secret passage. Bartholomew backed out of the bedchamber into the laboratory, and drank a light orange potion that he had hoped was a potion of invisibility. It could have killed him. Or worse…but he got lucky and although it wasn’t a potion of invisibility, he felt invigorated and much healthier. He grabbed every bottle of liquid he could find and dropped them in his bag. He opened the doorway to the hallway and simply waited for the men to arrive.
As Mew, Therkahn, Aria, and Eru continued their trek to the crevasse ,a bat flew overhead. Therkahn poised to strike it down, but Mew stopped her just in time: she recognized it as Morgana.
The four warriors found Bartholomew and confronted him about Glasstaff’s sudden disappearance. He stated he was gone when he got here and didn’t know anything, and one of the warrior’s insisted he stick with them. They hung out in the lab for a few minutes, searching for clues of Glasstaff’s whereabouts.
Reaching the bridge of the crevasse, Mew began to cross it, but it collapsed beneath her about halfway over. He fell 20’ into the crevasse and at the bottom, healed himself with a potion. Eru climbed down the side and joined Mew at the bottom. Therkahn walked to the second bridge and crossed there. Morgana simply flew across the chasm. Mew and Eru climb up the opposite side and joined their friends at the top.
Back at the lab, the warriors and Bartholomew simply cannot figure out where Glasstaff went and decide they needed to wait for him. They all wanted to go back and play more Badweather and invited Bartholomew, who declined with class and dignity, “I have to go to the bathroom. I’ll join you later.” They leave him alone, and he grabs a torch and ventures back into the bedchamber to look around. He found a chest at the foot of the bed, opened it, and pocketed All The Things: 180 SP, 130 GP, silk pouch with 5 carnelia, 2 peridot, and 1 pearl. Upon inspecting the room, there was nothing else of interest, so he stepped into the secret passage. It led him right back to the rest of his party, who were now in a room filled with casks of ale. When asked, Bartholomew said there was nothing further of interest in the bed chamber, but Morgana suspected otherwise. A lying monk.
Sensing no traps around a secret passage, Aria stepped in and the rest of the party followed her. A small hallway led to another door, which revealed an armory containing 12 spears, 6 shortswords, 4 longswords, 6 crossbows, and 8 quivers with 20 bolts each. Eru took a cloak and a longsword. Therkahn took 2 cloaks, shoving one in their pack, a crossbow, a quiver, a spear, and a longsword. Aria took a cloak, a crossbow, and a quiver. Mew yelled down the hall that someone needed to grab him a quiver, which Eru did. Morgana changed to her human form and grabbed one of the cleaner Redbrand cloaks. Everyone put on their cloaks and proceeded down the hallway and through yet another door.
A large room opened up, with three sealed coffins, each coffin had a skeleton leaning up against it, each armed with a longsword. Not wanting to take any chances, Therkahn opened fire from the doorway, sending a bolt through the closest skeleton, which fell into a heap of bones. They took down the remaining two skeletons with their crossbow. All entered the room, but Mew, who watched cautiously from the doorway. Bartholomew, Morgana, and Aria each open a coffin, finding bones and a signet ring. They each take their respective rings. Bartholomew also snagged a human fibula. Therkan proceeded to smash the skeletons to dust. Mew searched for traps near a door in the room; he found none, but heard faint sobbing from behind the door. Therkahn double-checked for traps, and found nothing.
Eru cracked the door open and peeked inside: a dungeon with two women and a boy. Filthy clothes were strewn across the floor of the prison cells, and Mew rummaged through the rags. Therkahn questioned the prisoners and learned they had been there for about a week. Nobody seemed to be lying, so Morgana took the key she pilfered off of the bugbears earlier and freed the captives, insisting they remain in their cells and they’d return for them once they secured the mansion and it was safe.
Departing the dungeon, the party made their way to the ornate double doors. Having opened the doors, they are met with a long, dusty hallway, void of any footprints. Suspicious, Therkahn shot a bolt into the hallway, but nothing happened. Morgana rolled a few ball bearings across the floor, and again, nothing happened. Mew found evidence of shuffling footprints hugged close against the wall, and threw out more ball bearings. Nothing. Mew, Aria, and Eru ran into the hallway while Therkahn hugged the edge of the wall, shuffling across. About halfway through the hall, the floor gave way beneath the three. Mew leapt to safety before the floor completely collapsed, but Aria and Eru fell to the bottom, receiving some injuries. They climbed out of the pit. Morgana, still at the double doors, shifted once more into a bat and flew safely across the pit. They found themselves back at the room with the cistern where this misadventure had begun. But…the Redbrand hooligan they had left tied up was now gone. Eru returned to the prison, gathering the two women and the boy, and the party led them safely out of the mansion. Bartholomew gave the boy an apple, and the three fled back to their lives. Our adventurers made their way to the forest.
Therkahn confronted Sildar about Black Spider’s letter and the corruption of the Lord’s Alliance. Lord Iarno may very well have been Glasstaff, and the Alliance was more than likely corrupted in the highest levels. Sildar suggested sending a letter to the Lord’s Alliance to warn them. But who would be safe to receive the letter? With no indication of where Glasstaff and the Redbrands went, and exhausted from the day, everyone took a nap, and awoke around midnight.
Bartholomew, Mew, and Morgana (once more a parrot) decided to head to the Redbrand’s favorite bar back in town. Therkahn, Aria, and Eru headed toward the “normal” bar in town. Everyone wanted some ale…and answers. Stepping into the Redbrand’s bar, nothing stood out as suspicious or awry. Bartholomew and Mew received free ale at the bar and drink up. Morgana sipped out of Mew’s tankard.
Mew wandered up to a drunk Redbrand, “Hey…what does Glasstaff do for fun?”
*Hiccup* the Redbrand blinked and growled, “Nothing! He’s got a glass staff up his ass!”
Morgana squawks, “ASS! ASS!!” She flew from Mew’s shoulder to Bartholomew’s and began to drink out of his tankard.
Mew eyed the patrons of the bar and sauntered on over to the bartender.
At the Stonehill Inn, Therkhan slammed back some ale, Aria looked around for any unusual characters, and Eru ate a late-night meal. Therkahn asked the bartender if anything unusual happened, but alas, nothing more unusual than usual. Aria asked if the Black Spider meant anything. Nope. When she asked about “Iarno” the bartender told her he had come in a few months ago for a few days. He was short, bald, and wore robes. Eru interrupted, ordered a bottle of hard liquor, and shared it with Therkahn and Aria. SHOTS!
Mew had continued talking to the bartender and ordered a beer and bourbon. When he asked the bartender if he’d heard any news of any ruckus with the Redbrands, she was told nothing more than their usual nuisance.
Bartholomew learned that the Redbrands didn’t think highly of Glasstaff, but they always did what he said. Upon learning this, Mew walked up to a tipsy Redbrand named Jimbo to sew some seeds of dissention: “You should start your own band,” Mew said. “You don’t need Glasstaff.” “Make it Jimbo’s band…”
Jimbo’s eyes widened and he smiled, rubbing his scruffy chin. He jumped out of his chair, grabbed five Redbrands and they ran out screaming they were gonna start Jimbo’s Band! What?! Mew went to another table.
Eru continued to drink at the bar while Therkhan grabbed her cloak and she and Aria left the Stonehill Inn, headed toward the Redbrand’s hangout. On their way, they were passed by a gang of six drunk Redbrands screaming, “WE’RE GONNA START A BAND!!!!” A musical ensemble…, “JIMBO’S BAND!!!!”
Mew, Bartholomew, Morgana (the parrot), Therkahn, and Aria hung out at the Redbrand’s bar. Aria offered to buy the house a beer if anyone could tell htem where Glasstaff was, but nobody knew. Mew, Aria, and Morgana (now in human form) left the bar and decided to wake Halia to break the bad news and to see if she could help. The lights were off…so they left.
Eru heard a ruckus outside the Stonehill Inn. Downing the last of her ale, she went outside to investigate, following the sound of six howling men in the town square. Jimbo’s Band!! Banging pots, pans, and “singing.” Mew wandered up next to Eru to enjoy the show, Morgana turned into an owl and watched from atop a branch. Aria climbed a tree and napped on a sturdy branch. Bartholomew and Therkahn passed out at the bar. Morgana hooted herself to sleep. One by one, the members of Jimbo’s band passed out…Eru climbed up the heap of snoring bodies and fell asleep herself. None awoke to the sensation of Mew pilfering through their pockets. She found 15 GP and left toward Stonehill Inn for the night.
Sunrise. Everyone is hungover and they all wander to the Stonehill Inn. Bartholomew and Therkhan ask the barmaid for a hangover cure…to which they drink and Therkhan vomits. Once presentable, everyone ventured back to Halia’s house.
Mew greeted Halia at the door and asked if should could scry, mentioning there was a complication in killing Glasstaff. She also explained it was presumed that Glasstaff had acquired an invisibility potion and eluded capture…or death. Halia agreed to scry for a hefty fee, which was negotiated down by Aria offering her the signet ring. Instead of 150GP, Halia agreed to 100GP. Halia gathered her crystal ball, a bowl of water, and five rubies.
“Do you have anything of Glasstaff’s?”, Halia asks.
Mew called for Bartholomew to produce one of the many things he grabbed from the lab. Bartholomew produced a silver coin. Morgana spied a great many coin in Bartholomew’s bag and demanded to know the truth of their procurement. The coin was not personal enough, so Bartholomew handed over the notes from the lab, and was told they would be destroyed in the ritual.
Halia performed the scrying ritual and the party could see Glasstaff within the crystal ball, fleeing with 3 Redbrands through a hilly region. Halia handed Mew a mirror containing the same image, advising it was only sustainable for one hour. The party could not afford the Potion of Speed offered by Halia, which was 200GP. Bartholomew produced his plethora of potions, asking if any of them were a Potion of Speed but they were all random potions. None of which would help this journey.
Therkahn fretted over the Lord’s Alliance infiltration and their intentions with the dwarven mines.
After discussing the region, the party agreed to head southeast toward the Sword Mountains.
(All Leveled Up!)
**PAUSE** – Resumed 7/16/17
Aria and Bartholomew decided to stay in Phandalin to research and talk to the locals as Mew, Eru, Morgana, and Therkahn pursued Glasstaff. The party first purchased four horses (30GP, 6 from each party member, and 6 from the kitty) as well as tack (an additional 2 GP per member). Therkahn searched for tracks leading out of the city, but failed. But, based on the information provided from the scrying mirror, the party picked up the scent.
About an hour into the ride, the mirror disappeared in a puff of smoke, but they were only about a mile away from the base of the Sword Mountains. Therkhan dismounted and found broken twigs and crushed blades of grass. She picked up the trail! Another hour passed and the party noticed a trail leading up the barren mountain, spotting three figures ascending the mountainside. Leaving the horses tied to some trees with a leaking waterskin dangling from the branches for the horses, the party began the hike upward.
Therkahn led the way, more knowledgeable about mountain and rocky terrain. About 30 minutes pass, and they’re only about 300’ below Glasstaff and his two Redbrand guards. Morgana transformed into a hawk and took to the skies. Mew stealthily made his way up the rocky outcroppings, inching closer. Therkahn and Eru continued the slow climb up, keeping pace with Glasstaff. The three Redbrands appeared to be searching for something among the rocks while they continued to climb, oblivious to the presence of our party among them. Mew continued to ascend quickly up the side of the mountain, passing Glasstaff and his party. Unfortunately, she kicked some rocks on her way up, and quickly ducked behind a boulder. Glasstaff and his two men now had their guard up and warily scoured the mountainside.
Morgana let out a might screech, causing the three Redbrands to look up, and she landed on a nearby rock to observe. Mew’s cover was safe. The three continued to search among the rocks, muttering.
Eru and Therkahn put on their Redbrand cloaks and Therkan waved enthusiastically at Mew. “Stop waving…!,” Mew whispered and he stealthily moves closer to Glasstaff’s party. Eru and Therkahn closed the gap as well. Morgana launched once more to the heavens and circled above, watching. Mew made his move and she leaned up against a boulder, arms crossed, directly in the line of sight of Glasstaff and his men.
“What are you doing here?” one of the guards asked.
“What does it look like I’m doing here?” Mew retorted.
“…Leaning up against a rock,” he replied.
Annoyed, Mew asked “Who’s in charge here?!”
“Him,” the guard simply pointed to Glasstaff.
“And who do you think pays him?” Mew chuckled.
“Hey!” the guard turned to Glasstaff, “Who pays you?”
Glasstaff growled, “That’s none of your business!!”
“Are…are you an Associate?” the guard asked Mew.
“Do I look like an Associate?” she asked.
Mew reached into his bag for a cloth and brought it to his face, wiped away a streak of flesh-colored make-up, and revealed her true skin: inky black drow flesh. The two guards cowered slightly.
“…Yes, you do look like you might be…. What…what can I do for you?” Glasstaff asked.
Mew continued to only ask questions and learned the party was searching for a secret entrance to a cave, hidden among the rocks, but progress was slow and they knew the entrance was somewhere. The captive dwarf with the map (being held up north) shared that intel. Glasstaff and his guards had to leave Phandalin early due to “an annoyance” at their hideout.
Meanwhile, Therkan and Eru continued to inch closer, undiscovered by the men. Morgana, while flying high, found some rocks up the mountainside that didn’t share the same natural properties of the neighboring rocks. She flew down to the anomaly and transformed back into her human form, watching below.
Mew suddenly aimed her crossbow at Glasstaff, growled “You failed your peer review” and fired, the bolt pierced his stomach. “KILL HER!,” he yelled at the guards. Eru lunged forward to shank Glasstaff with her longsword, but his staff glowed a faint blue and he was enveloped by a shield. Her sword bounced off. Therkahn swung their warhammer, but thunked off Glasstaff’s shield, too. Morgana shifted into a hawk and flew to the melee. Mew let off another bolt at Glasstaff, which landed and split the first bolt, driving it deeper into his abdomen. Blood poured from his lips.
One of the guards went to attack Eru with his broadsword, but Mew froze him in his tracks yelling, “STAND Down! You work for me!!!” He sheathed his sword.
“Coward!!,” Glasstaff spatted, and his hands began to glow with fire. He launched a fireball at Mew, engulfing her in hungry flames. As she burned, Eru cast Sleep at the melee and Glasstaff and one of the guards crumple into a heap on the ground. The flames around Mew extinguished and the faint glow of his staff disappeared.
“Kill Glasstaff!!” Mew commanded the awake guard.
Therkahn stepped in front of him, “I’ll kill Flagstaff!!!!” They held up their hammer to the heavens, and a blinding light pierced into Glasstaff. He simply sunk a little deeper into a heap, never to awaken.
Morgana landed nearby and reverted to her human form.
“Well, that was overly dramatic!” exclaimed Mew.
And the looting began. Mew took Glasstaff’s glass staff for himself. Eru snagged his cloak, which had a faint magical aura, as well as a bag of spell components. The party split 30 electrum pieces (equivalent to 15 gold pieces; 4 GP to each, plus 14 to the kitty, plus one extra to Mew for her theatrical performance). Mew’s staff turned out to be the Staff of Defence and Eru’s cloak is the Robe of Shielding. Eru put on the robe and it glowed faintly, then the effect disappeared.
Morgana looted the sleeping guard and found 3 gold pieces (which Mew promptly claimed) and weighted dice, which Morgana pocketed. The awake guard, they learned, was named Eldan and he would accompany them while continuing to search for the cave entrance. Morgana told everyone about the strange rocks she had seen further up the mountainside. As they were about to leave, the sleeping guard began to stir. Therkahn knocked him upside the head with her hammer, promptly putting him back to sleep.
Once at the strange rocks, they found an entrance to a dark tunnel. Mew searched for traps and found none. Eru cast Detect Magic while Mew performed the Dancing Lights Cantrip as she picked up some dirt and whispered, “Dance, torches, dance,” and torchlight appeared and floated around the party. In they went.
After walking a bit, they found an open cavern. In the corner were bedrolls and supplies. From a distance, Eru noticed a faint magical glow coming from the bedrolls. Therkahn pushed Eldran forward to go investigate the supplies and camp. Mew gently asked him to investigate. So he went, followed by floating torchlight, and yelled from across the cavern, “Um, there’s a dead dwarf. There’s blood everywhere!”
Everyone joined Eldran at the encampment. There was flour, salt, meat, lanterns, lantern oil, and a shovel in the supplies. Therkan snagged a lantern and oil. Morgana took the shovel. Mew pilfered the dwarf’s pockets, feeling around the contours of his bloated body. Eru noticed his shoes were glowing with magic, so she worked them off of his bloated feet and slipped them on. Everyone began to give her grief for her stinky dead-dwarf shoes.
The cavern also contained a very large pit, with a corner caved in. There were two ropes leading down into the cavern. As they walked to investigate, Eru’s shoes narrowed and formed snuggly around her feet. “Hmmmm,” she mused.
Therkahn again pushed Eldran to investigate the ropes and the pit. He climbed down and yelled up, “There’s nothing down here. But there’s *he pointed* a rope over there.”
Everyone climbed down to join Eldran in the pit. There were two passages: one accessible by rope and one accessible with a climb up the crumbled cavern wall. Mew ordered he ascend the rope and investigate one of the two passages. He disappeared into the darkness of the tunnel. Two minutes go by with silence, then a piercing scream emanated through the cavern, followed by silence. Everyone immediately decided they would take the second passage.
Eru climbed up the cliffside. Therkahn followed, but fell. Mew attempted to climb up, but when she made it to the ledge at the top it crumbled and she fell. Morgana climbed halfway up and fell, landing next to Mew. Mew turned to face her, still on the ground, “…can’t…you…fly?”
Eru pointed and laughed from the top of the ledge; Therkahn flipped her off. Mew remembered he had a rope. Morgana turned into a bird, and flew to the top with Mew’s rope in her talons. Once properly tied off, Mew and Therkahn climbed to the top of the ledge. Resting, Therkahn and Morgana talked politics. Eru asked Mew if she could still smell the stench of the shoes. Mew sniffed, “Yep.”
Looking beyond the passageway, they found themselves in a hallway with numerous passages. There was no breeze, the air was flat and dead, but there was a roaring sound of crashing waves. Eru listened and heard it coming from the right. Therkahn grunted, “It’s why they call it Wave Echo Cave.”
They all headed right, pursuing legends and stories. As they walked, Eru became attuned into the magic of her stinky shoes: She was wearing Boots of Striding and Springing.
As they traveled through the passages, following the sound of the crashing waves, Therkahn analyzed the stone walls. They were dwarven work, and the walls were smoothed by acid. Mew continued to look for traps, but found none along the way. Ascending some stairs, Mew extinguished the floating torchlight. The elves adjusted easily to the darkness. A cavern lay before them, random tables were placed about and a dozen skeletons littered the floor.
“Hey, what’s in there?!?” Morgana asked.
“Shhh…,” Mew chided.
Sounds of movement greeted them from the cavern. And five creatures rose from the remains on the floor.
One immediately ran up to Eru, striking her with it’s claws, raking across her chest. A persistent bitter cold raked through her torso, but her body resisted freezing still. Mew loaded a bolt in her crossbow, and fired at one of the many creatures. She missed. She retreated to the darkness and shadows, blending as one with the nothing. Therkahn cast Bless on the party, while also casting Healing Word on Mew. A second creature runs up and sinks its claws into Therkahn, causing damage, but they, too, did not freeze. Eru was attacked by a third creature, sustaining damage and she felt sluggish, nearly unable to move. Another creature ran toward Morgana, and Eru cast Crown of Madness before it could reach her. Alas, the creature was already mad, so the magical iron crown simply disappeared from his head. Morgana flicked her thorn whip at it, cutting into its neck. She followed through with her dagger, stabbing it in the gut. One attacked Therkahn, but she smashed its hands away with her hammer. Mew loaded another bolt and fired, the bolt piercing into the spine of the creature; it crumbled to the ground, dead. They ducked back into the shadows. Therkahn cast Turn Undead, and one of the four remaining creatures ran away in terror through a doorway. They then cast Spiritual Weapon, chanted into the darkness and a warhammer materialized, smashed into a nearby ghoul. Another swiped at Eru, but she dodged the attack, swatting it aside with her longsword and cutting a claw off its hand and striking it in the calf on the downstroke. It gimped away. Eru reached out and grabbed a nearby ghoul, shocked it as lightning arced from her fingers. It slowed down to a crawl. A ghoul lunged to bite Morgana, but she unfurled her whip, closing its jaw tightly with the thorny weapon. She yanked forward, causing the creature to bite off its own tongue, as she drove her dagger into its throat. It collapsed, dead. One creature reached out to claw Therkahn, but flailed and couldn’t make contact. Mew shot a bolt at the flailing ghoul, and the boli pierced through the back of its head, the bolt protruded through the gaping, now dead, mouth of the creature. Therkan attacked another creature, but missed, but followed through with spiritual weapon and crushed its back and neck with the magical warhammer. With all creatures dispatched, or having fled, Therkahn cast Healing Word on Eru. The party rummaged through the skeletal remains and found 10 GP, which they gave to Therkahn. Mew stole a ring from one of the rotting bodies while nobody was watching.
Having investigated the room, Therkahn and Mew concluded that the last meals of the skeletons must have been poisoned. And since the bones had been picked off their flesh, the poor souls very well may have been meals for the encountered ghouls who now lay dead beside them. Once more, they resumed their journey following the echoing waves.
They found a cavern with a doorway and heard five distinct, gruff voices behind it. Leaving the doorway alone, and remaining quiet, the party investigated the rest of the cavern. A water-wheel powered a nearby forge. There were 8-10 dead dwarven warriors, some still twitching. Therkahn sensed an undead presence and noticed a green, floating skull inspecting the bodies of the fallen warriors.
Our adventurers quietly retreated back to the meal hall. Mew opted to take first watch while the rest of the party rested. Eru and Therkahn nestled down amongst the skeletal remains on the floor and slept. Morgana ventured back out of the cavern to the Sword Mountains, down the mountainside, and rested with the horses to wait for Aria and Bartholomew to join them.
PAUSED. Game resumed 8/13/17
Morgana met Aria and Bartholomew in town, and they grudgingly picked up a new party member: Drakon. Halia thought it would be beneficial if he tagged along to ensure the completion of the mission. Enter Drakon, a human barbarian and Zhentarim agent. He’s an odd looking fellow – 7’ tall, an albino, looking to weigh nearly 400 pounds…and a whopping 12-years-old. Morgana led them back to Wave Echo Cave and they made their way to where everyone else was resting.
Therkahn eyed Drakon suspiciously. They barricaded the stairs and doorways of their room, hoping to keep the hordes of undead lurking in nearby rooms at bay. Mew and Drakon agreed to take the first watch while everyone else rested. It was uneventful. Eru awoke and relieved Mew of her watch, and Drakon continued on to the second watch with Eru. Again, uneventful…although the hordes could be heard more clearly. They had moved closer.
Fully refreshed and ready for adventure and battle, the party prepared for a fight. Morgana transformed into a parrot and perched on random shoulders here and there. Watching, waiting. Mew, being the sneakiest, was chosen to scout ahead. As she stepped into the room, her coin purse unfastened and fell to the ground, the coins clinked loudly against the ground. Everyone froze…except Mew, who scrambled to pick up his escaped riches. Eru shook her head and groaned, “Mew…” The gathered undead all turned to look at the noise, and Mew. And that floating green skull began muttering in an unknown language, which Aria translated for the group, “Kill the intruders!”
Aria cast Eldritch Blast at the skull, and a green orb torpedoed from her hands, landing inside the skull and sending it crashing into the wall behind it. It recovered from the impact, and flared up in anger.
A zombie swiped at Mew and Aria shouted, “Mew, look out!!” The zombie’s clawed and bony hand swept the air above Mew’s head as she bent down to retrieve more fallen coins. Another zombie followed suit, and missed again as Mew ducked for another coin.
Bartholomew loaded his shortbow and shot at a zombie near Mew. The arrow sunk deep within the zombie’s head, but had little to no effect as it stood there groaning at Mew. Mew, tired of the noise, unsheathed her long sword and swung at the annoying and groaning zombie, slicing a chunk of it’s head off. It continued to stand there, groaning and moaning. Mew retreated toward the back of the doorway–all his coins safely stowed.
The skull mumbled and muttered something archaic and suddenly a fireball engulfed the party (and three zombies with it); Aria fell to the ground burning. The others were fortunate enough to escape the blaze.
Drakon, fearless 12-year-old, stepped into the middle of the zombies, pulled out his great sword and sliced a zombie in half. Eru cast Magic Missile at the green skull and sent three pink darts into it, which caused the bone to crack slightly. A zombie retaliated against Drakon and bashed him with its rotting hands. Another zombie joined and smacked Drakon around.
Therkahn cast Preserve Life around her party mates, and healed several of them of their wounds. They also conjured her spiritual war hammer, which appeared before them and slammed into the skull. Aria, no longer burning, again sent a green orb into the green skull, which caused the cracks to widen.
As Bartholomew just stood there and watched, Mew yelled at him from the shadows, “Bartholomew, use your tinderbox and set those Fuckers on fire!!” Bartholomew reached into his pack and threw oil onto the zombie nearest Drakon. He hunched over to strike up a fire, but the humidity inside the cave was too much, his tinder was too damp, and a fire failed to catch.
Mew grabbed his crossbow and released a bolt at the skull. The bolt slammed into the skull, burrowed deep, and split it in two; the pieces fell harmlessly to the ground!!!
The oily zombie swiped at Bartholomew, but its slick fingers only caressed down his monk robe. Another zombie swung at Drakon, clawing his flesh. Drakon retaliated with his handax, splitting the zombie in half from skull to genitalia – and he was now covered in gore. Eru flung a firebolt at the oiled zombie and ignited him into a burning heap of rotted flesh. The last zombie attacked Drakon, but he dodged. Angry and pissed off, Therkhan hurled her Spiritual War Hammer and squashed him flat. Don’t fuck with a pissed off dwarf.
Eru cast Detect Magic, but only the broken skull glowed slightly. A passageway in the room glowed faintly of magic. Before departing down that hall, Bartholomew grabbed a decapitated dwarf zombie head and tied it to his belt. He also snagged a human femur, adding it to his growing collection of bones. As the party rested, Therkahn noticed the dwarven smelting forge in the room, and investigated with Mew. She retrieved 3 silver pieces, which she sneakily put into her pack, while Mew moodily said something about hypocrisy.
Everyone made their way down the passageway. They entered a cavern which appeared to be an old battle-worn workshop. Scattered, crushed skeletons littered the floor, and there were two rooms with large, metal, battle-scarred doors. Eru put her ear upon the first door and heard movement behind. Gigantic Drakon tried to push open the doors, but they didn’t budge. Bartholomew took several steps back to get a running start. He ran and leapt into the air to karate kick the door open, just as Eru, Aria, and Drakon successfully pushed the doors open. Bartholomew flew into the room, tumbled, and stood up…directly in front of a floating orb with eyeballs. A Spectator! Everyone silently watched as Bartholomew appeared to just stand there, blinking before the gigantic floating mass of tubes and eyeballs.
Bartholomew heard a voice in his head, “Hello…”
He introduced himself to the floating creature and apologized for his rude interruption.
“I’m a member dedicated to the Triad, and I help those in need. You’ve got a nice place here…I, um, like your eyeballs,” Bartholomew said.
The aggressive eyestalks calmed slightly and Bartholomew again heard in his head, “You must leave this place. It is not for you.”
Bartholomew looked around and noticed workbenches and supplies. He offered to hang out and keep the Spectator company and entertain it with good conversation.
“I do not have time for this. I must keep watch,” it told Bartholomew, in his head.
“Well, I can keep watch with you. We have a whole group!” Bartholomew responded. The Spectator did not accept the offer, insisting Bartholomew leave. He exited the room and told the group what had occurred.
Eru stepped forward and cast Suggestion, “You will allow us to explore and take what we want,” she told the being.
It blinked its many eyestalks and said, “I shall allow you to keep watch.”
It then looked upward for a moment and simply disappeared into a rift. IT WORKED!
Eru looked around the room for anything magical. A mace and a breastplate glowed with a magical aura. Eru informed her friends. She also noticed a brazier glowing with green flame – she examined it and sensed that it was what was left of the Forge of Spells.
Immediately everyone began shoving their weapons in the flame: Eru thrust in her longsword; Therkahn threw in their magical focus, warhammer, crossbow, handax; Bartholomew threw in his short sword, his short bow, and his prayer rope; Aria threw in her staff; Drakon huffed, not interested in magic. While distracted, Mew stole the solid brass mace. Then she threw all of her weapons into the flames. Aria took the gold dragon motiffed breastplate from the workbench. The mace was known as Lightbringer and the breastplate was known as Dragonguard–rare and magical pieces. Eru and Bartholomew raided the supplies for magical components.
With the room successfully empty of all of its valuables, Eru, Aria, Bartholomew, and Mew moved on to the next room. Mew knocked on the door, but heard nothing. Eru tried to push the doors open, but they were warped and wouldn’t budge. Aria, though, was able to easily push the doors open. They all entered the room, but Mew shifted off to the side. She didn’t want to risk burning with the rest of the party like their previous encounter….There was dust and ash along the floor. Everything was burnt, including a chest in the corner. They scrambled over to the chest and ripped it open. There were 1,100 copper pieces, 160 silver pieces, 50 electrum pieces, 3 diamonds, and a wooden pipe inlaid with platinum. After Mew’s foiled attempt to steal all three diamonds, Eru offered her three party mates a diamond each if she could keep the pipe. Agreed! The three pocketed their diamonds and Eru dropped the pipe gently into her pack. As they began to divvy up the coins between the four of them, a spiritual being rose from the bed.
“Your presence is offensive to me. And your life forfeit!”
Eru attempted to cast Tasha’s Hideous Laughter, but it did nothing. Drakon ran to the sounds of trouble and entered the room. Bartholomew pulled the zombie head off of his belt, wrapped his prayer rope around his fist, and brandished the head in the air.
“By the Power of Grayskull, I compel you to leave us alone!!!” he yelled.
The spectre just looked at him. Bartholomew punched the ghost – his first connected, but the ethereal being simply absorbed the shock of the blow. It reached out to Bartholomew, and he sensed a cold, dead presence. He dodged the approaching hand.
Mew attacked with her new, shiny mace. Lightbringer didn’t glow with holy power and Mew missed.
Therkahn laughed, muttering the mace should belong to them. Mew tried to escape through the doorway, but Therkahn stepped in front, blocking their escape. Mew stepped, bum-forward, in front of Therkahn, farted, and stepped aside. Therkahn weighed the pros and cons of helping their four foolish and selfish party mates in this battle.
“If Mew gives me his mace, I’ll help.” Therkhan said.
Mew, somewhat cooperatively, threw the mace across the room close to the spectre. It skittered across the floor. Therkahn ran for the mace, grabbed it, and cast Turn Dead…but failed. They cast Spiritual Weapon, her ethereal hammer slammed into wraith. It grunted, and muttered, and summoned a black flame in the corner of the room. Aria quickly cast Protection from Good & Evil on Therkahn.
Eru cast Ray of Frost at the ghost, but the icy blue ray passed straight through the specter. Drakon hurled a javelin at the ghost, but it too passed straight through, thunking into the wall behind it.
The black flame split into two separate fires.
Bartholomew brought out a black sludge from Glasstaff’s laboratory and slathered the top of the zombie head in goo. He waved it at the ghost, but it had no effect. He followed through with another punch, but his fist swept through the being. The ghost reached toward Therkahn, but holy energy kept it at bay. Mew fired his crossbow, and the bolt found purchase somehow in the ethereal haze.
Therkahn whispered, “luminous,” at the mace, and it flared up with a glowing light. They struck the ghost with it and the specter hissed at them as parts of its spectral body began to disintegrate where the mace struck. Therkahn followed the blow with their spiritual weapon, striking it with their warhammer.
The black flames expanded again.
Aria cast Magic Missile toward the specter, the three pink darts piercing the wraith – it screeched in pain. Morgana cawed from someone’s shoulder. Eru followed suit, casting Magic Missile at the ghost; it screamed again as the darts hit.
The black flames continued to spread.
Drakon lit his torch with the black flames and hurled it at the ghost. The torch struck the ghost, it howled, and began to burn, the flame spreading up it’s body.
“Drakon done good,” he chuckled.
The specter reached toward Therkahn, but the Protection from Good & Evil spell cockblocked its efforts.
Bartholomew’s zombie head began to sprout hair! He covered the rest of the zombie’s entire head in the black sludge. And he noticed his hand and palm were more hairy than usual. Then began punching the specter once more. The Kung Fu Monk was relentless, striking the ghost with his hairy fist, yelling “For the Imador and the Torn Tier!!” he struck again. His prayer rope was flung from his wrist as the specter dissolved into nothing, it’s shriek dying with it. The black flames suddenly extinguished. Bartholomew calmly picked up his prayer rope. Everyone clapped…
Time to divvy up that cash!
Therkahn and Drakon didn’t want any of the coinage. The remaining party members each received 40 silver pieces and 50 electrum pieces (plus 10 to the kitty). Aria, Therkhan, and Bartholomew each took 200 copper pieces, and added 30 to the kitty.
They searched the room. Mew and Bartholomew discovered magically-preserved books. Mew found one with some type of map etched into the cover. The other books were history books on humans, dwarves, and gnomes. Eru was given those books.
Our adventurous party continued to follow their ears toward the thunderous sound of the crashing waves. They found themselves in a cavernous room on a narrow ledge overlooking a pool of water. The water would draw back and come slamming against the walls, creating that thunderous boom that could be heard throughout the caves. Bartholomew filled two water skins with water from below. Mew searched for treasure along the shoreline, but found nothing. With nowhere to go, they turned around and went back to try to seal the doors that housed the Forge. Their best attempts made, they twiddled their thumbs. Now what?
Mew and Therkahn began quietly conspiring about somehow wiping the memory of Halia’s spy, Drakon, so Halia would not learn of the Forge or any of their spoils. When the rest of the party began to notice the conversation, Therkahn attempted to flirt with Drakon (wait…he’s TWELVE!), but failed to gain his affections. Bored, Drakon began to explore the other hallways. Everyone followed.
They entered a cavern with a floor covered in dense fungi, making a spongy carpet, some of them glowing. Large ‘shrooms splayed about the room. Drakon knew some of them were likely poisonous. He shared that knowledge with Bartholomew, but no one else. Drakon dipped his javelin tips into the ‘shrooms, successfully poisoning their tips. Bartholomew followed suit with his arrows. Mew saw what they were doing and dipped all of her tipped weapons into their flesh, saying something about being a copykitten. Therkahn also copied. Bartholomew brought out his clippers to snip bits of mushroom flesh into his specimen bag, but punctured too deeply into the meat. The puff ball ‘shroom exploded onto Bartholomew. Poisoned!! Bartholomew looked at his party mates, covered in fungi spores, grinned and simply said, “Worth it!” He began to slump to the ground, but Aria picked him up and carried him. The party headed back toward the water and slipped through another side passageway.
They came upon a cavernous rift in the ground with three ropes dangling down into the depths. They could hear the voices of three Bugbears drifting up from about 20’ below them. ADVANTAGE! The group pummeled the three Bugbears with javelins, arrows, bolts, and spells and rained Hell from Above. The Bugbears didn’t stand a chance.
The motley group of intrepid adventurers climbed down to loot the bodies. Drakon discovered a crushed dwarf wearing some nice gauntlets, and he slipped them on. They were the Gauntlets of Ogre Power!
The party walked away with 1 GP each.
One of the dead Bugbears shifted into a gray humanoid figure – a Doppelganger! Having ascended to the other side of the rift, they had two passageways to choose from: one with a faint glow of light…and one without. They unanimously decided to head toward the light!
There were numerous halls and rooms ahead. Therkahn cast Healing Word on themself. Mew scouted stealthily ahead, spotting a Drow, flanked by giant spiders, talking to two Bugbears.
“Deal with the Intruders,” it growled at the Bugbears.
Mew backed into the hallway and found a locked door. Before attempting to open it, he went on and told the others what he saw and heard. Then he went back to the locked door. She pressed his ear up against the door, but heard nothing. Mew attempted to unlock the door: success! Peering into the dimly-lit room, she found a bound and unconscious dwarf! Could it be Gundren Rockseeker?!? Mew popped her head out and hissed for Bartholomew to join him to heal and wake the dwarf, then impatiently ducked back into the room.
As Bartholomew walked loudly toward the door, the voices down the hallway silenced. The drow walked into the hallway with a giant spider behind it. Seeing Bartholomew frozen in mid-step he nonchalantly said, “It is a pity, but I must deal with you myself…”
**PAUSED** Game resumed 9/17/17
Eru stepped up and cast Suggest on the drow, stating he should take his two giant spiders and go take a nap. It failed…so she retreated back down the hallway a hid behind her friends. Morgana shifted back into human form, thought for a second, then shifted into a wolf. She advanced warily into the hallway.
The drow elf hurled Magic Missile down the hall and struck Morgana, Bartholomew, and Drakon. He then stepped back into the large room, and waited…From inside the dark room with the unconscious dwarf, Mew heard the conversation and scuffle. She removed all of his surface-dweller make-up and smoothed the edges of his Redbrand cloak. She peeked outside the doorway and watched the drow. Bartholomew stepped forward, but stopped. Aria suddenly ran past him, screaming, and charged into the room at the drow. As she cleared the doorway, a Bugbear stepped out from behind a column, swung his morning star, and clonked her over her head. Another Bugbear emerged from behind a second column. And another giant spider perched near the top of a pillar shot a sticky web a Bartholomew, but he dodged. The Bugbear swung the morning star at Bartholomew as he dodged, smashing his side and he fell to the ground, still conscious. Drakon ran forward, bearing his longsword, but his feet tangled in the web and he slammed his sword into the ground. Enraged, he got up in a frenzy, huffing.
The second giant spider shot a web at Drakon, but he reached up and sliced it with his sword. Two more giant spiders emerged from the shadows. Therkan contemplated running away, but instead cast Cure Wounds on herself. She downed the Potion of Invisibility and moved forward.
Eru cast firebolt at the spider she could clearly see–it ignited and fell to the floor. Wolf-Morgana lunged at the nearest Bugbear, and tore into his shoulder. She made a few growls, which in wolf-speak meant “That’s payback for Bartholomew!!” Bartholomew reached down and scratched Wolf-Morgana’s ear, causing her foot to waggle.
The drow brought forth a shiny black staff topped with an ornate black spider, and swung it at Aria. She dodged backward, but sensed an overwhelming sickness as the staff passed through the air before her. At that same moment, Mew loaded his crossbow and aimed at the drow – the bolt whizzed passed Aria (in slow “Matrix” motion, we might add), and slammed into the drow’s chest. He coughed up blood.
Bartholomew opened his potion bag and downed the remaining bright orange potion, which healed him slightly, and he backed away into the hallway. He mumbled back and forth for a minute, contemplated tearing his Redbrand cloak to wrap his hands and handle the poisonous mushroom bits in his bag to taint his arrows, but remembered he had already done so. He loaded his poison-tipped arrows, fired, and hit a Bugbear.
Aria cast Eldritch Blast at the drow and a green bolt of energy pierced his chest. He screamed in agony. Aria laughed at him. Drakon, mouth foaming, swung his greatsword at a Bugbear, decapitating him.
A spider shot a web at Bartholomew, which landed and stuck him where he stood. A second spider shot a web at Drakon, effectively sticking him where he stood. A third spider advanced to bite Drakon, but he noticed and was able to slice through a mandible tip (just…the…tip). A Bugbear swung at Wolf-Morgana, struck her haunches with his morning star, tearing her flesh. She yelped and reverted back to human form. A fourth spider shot web at Aria and trapped her where she stood.
Therkahn walked into the room and stood in the middle of the group. Eru ran up to a spider, lightning sparking from her fingertips and she touched it. The spider seized, its legs folded, and it crumpled, dead. Morgana pulled out her thornwhip and dagger and unfurled the whip at the drow. The thorns cut into his arm and as she swung forward with her dagger. He swatted her hand away.
The drow slunk backward into the room and called out, “Goddess of the Demon Web Pits, grant me Your power!” Two dark tendrils unfurled from the back of the drow, reached forward, embraced two of the giant spiders and drew them into him. A black mist formed around the three and as it faded, the drow was no longer just a drow: his lower body was a large spider-body and legs–his torso was the torso of the drow. Spider-Drow, Spider-Drow, does whatever a Spider-Drow does! And he shall henceforth be known as Drider!
Mew finally emerged from the room in all of her black and red drow-glory, stepped into the fray, and spoke with authority and grace, “Drider, dear Drider, by all the power of Lolth, Araushnee, the Weaver of Destiny, Leader of the Seldarine, and our Spider Queen, quit attacking us. I am a High Priestess of the Forgotten Realm. I can redeem you and bring you honor in the Underdark.”
The Drider paused, appeared to relax. The remaining spider climbed up to the ceiling and the Bugbear backed off.
Drider’s eyes glazed and spoke to Mew in a feminine voice in Undercommon, the speech not matching up with the movement of the Drider’s lips, “Oh my little spider that has crawled so far from the web. I will find you, and return you to Us.”
Mew knew it as the voice of Lolth.
The glazed-eyes of Drider cleared, the distant stare faded away, and he spoke to Mew in a natural, masculine voice, “High Priestess of Lolth, why are you here with these land dwellers?”
“They are with me,” she replied.
“Call them off.”
Mew shrugged, “I guess I can do that to prove to you that I will help you.” She looked around her at her partymates, “Chill for a minute and take two steps back into the hallway.”
Everyone complied, except for the invisible Therkahn, who remained where they stood, taut and ready.
“How will you redeem me,” the Drider asked Mew.
“Well,” he replied, “it won’t be easy. We must journey back to the Underdark, and it will be a long and arduous journey. And you must give something up to me. If you come with me, I can make it all happen.”
The Drider obviously was fighting his animalistic nature, and his resolve was wavering. But, he was intrigued.
“Follow you,” he states. “We shall go back down.” The Drider walked to a giant 9’ statue of a dwarf. Mew and Therkahn both noticed the dwarf’s emerald eyes staring down from above. Drider shifted a few stones and the statue slid to the side by 3’, revealing a large dark tunnel. Invisible-Therkahn examined the statue and identified the false stones. The Drider stood in the entrance of the tunnel turned and looked at Mew, waiting.
“Why should I trust you,” Mew stated. “I had my people back down, but what proof do you offer me of your intentions?”
“Trust? As a Priestess, you should control Drider.” Doubt flashed across his face.
Mew replied, “Why would you want me to do what I am offering to free you from?” Laughter was heard from the hallway where the party was waiting.
Drider shrugged, turned, and began walking down the tunnel, followed by the spider and Bugbear. They disappeared around the corner. Mew peered down the tunnel to see what awaited her. The Drider, bugbear, and spider were all standing there, waiting for him to follow.
Therkahn continued to examine the Dwarven statue and finally learned which stone combination would seal the tunnel. Meanwhile, Eru searched one of the fallen Bugbear’s pockets and scored 5 GP. Suddenly, Drakon screamed past everyone, brandishing his longsword, and charged into the tunnel directly toward the drow. He missed the turn and slammed into the rock wall.
Mew rolled her eyes and called into the tunnel, “He doesn’t listen well, but you can thank me for that.”
Everyone bristled. The Bugbear smashed Drakon’s shoulder with a morning star. Therkahn cast Guiding Bolt into the tunnel and illuminated the earth. No longer invisible, they cast Preserve Life, and healed Drakon, Mew, and herself. Eru ran into the tunnel entrance and hurled an acid bubble, which popped on a Bugbear’s face, melted through its flesh and revealed the skull. He fell dead to the ground. Morgana moved into the entrance, her thornwhip at the ready.
The Drider, now furious, crawled up onto the ceiling of the tunnel and ran toward Drakon, swinging his staff. It struck and poisoned the barbarian. Next, the Drider swung the staff at Therkahn, but she knocked it aside with her warhammer. Mew loaded a bolt in her crossbow and let it loose: it struck. The Drider retaliated by spewing a web at Therkahn, Mew, Eru, and Drakon. Only Eru was struck and it burnt into her flesh, trapping her where she stood. Mew retreated further back into the room.
Bartholomew rummaged through his bag and found a light pink potion, which he downed. “Mmmm, tastes bubbly!” Suddenly, he began to hiccup, producing little pink bubbles…for the next five minutes…!
“Well, that’s *hiccup* not what I *hiccup* expected!” He entered the room, “Looks like *hiccup* you’re in a situa*hiccup*tion.”
He rummaged through his sack and found a second potion. As he tried to set the empty bottle down, it stuck to his hand. He examined his hand and found little spider barbs! Spider-Bartholomew!
Aria moved into the tunnel and cast Eldritch Blast at the Drider. It struck and he hissed at her. A spider attacked Drakon, but missed. He countered with his longsword and sliced the spider in half. The drider pushed past Therkahn, Morgana, and Eru standing in the tunnel entrance. Therkan struck him with a mace, Eru sliced him with her longsword, and Morgana lashed out with her whip.
As the drider moved past them, Therkahn whispered “luminous,” activating their mace, swung with their warhammer, and missed. The Drider ran toward Mew. Eru cast firebolt, badly burning the Drider. Morgana moved closer, unfurled her whip, and brandished her dagger, and growed, “I got this, Bitch! Watch this!!”
The whip coiled around the Drider’s neck, and as Morgana pulled back, it tore off his head. She followed by sinking her dagger deep into his guts and ripped upward, pulling out the Drider’s heart, and tucking it into her bag, wild-eyed.
Mew immediately reached down and claimed the Drider’s staff. Therkan looted a Bugbear and found an old iron key. Morgana rifled through the innards of one of the gutted spiders and found devoured goblin pieces…she grabbed a goblin toe and fastened it to her belt. Aria spotted a pouch of gemstones, giving one to each party member and saved two for herself.
Mew examined the statue and plotted how best to extract the emerald eyes, but Therkahn beat her to it and reached up to pry them loose. Just before she jiggled their blade beneath one of the stones, Mew noticed a trip wire,”STOP!” She pointed out the trap and offered to disarm it for one of the emeralds. Therkahn agreed. Spider-Bartholomew offered to help since the trip wire was housed on the ceiling and he used his new spider-barbs to climb up. Mew directed him how to disarm the trap and once successful, Therkahn and Mew examined their new treasures…only to discover they were fake.
Moving back to the room with the unconscious dwarf, Therkahn and Aria noticed a small chest. It was filled with 150GP (21 GP each, plus 3 to the kitty) and an ornate ale mug made of pure hammered electrum which Therkahn claimed. Therkahn then healed the dwarf that was left in the room in that other hallway.
Eru and Morgana investigated the tunnel and found a side passage which was recently carved and descended, likely into the Underdark. That’s as far as they were willing to go… they returned to the rest of their party.
The dwarf finally awoke. “If you’re going to torture me, just do it!”
Therkahn offered him a Dwarven handshake to show she was friendly. It didn’t do much…Mew realized her presence may have been a mistake and stepped out of the room to reapply all of her flesh-colored make-up. Bartholomew stood on the ceiling, looking down.
“My brother and I were ambushed at the cavern. Gundren was supposed to help my brother and I with mining, but he never showed up. The crew is missing…” the dwarf said.
“I think they’re dead,” Therkahn said. Eru tucked the stinky dwarven shoes beneath her gown.
“Did you already deal with the drow?” the dwarf asked.
“It’s dead,” Mew stated as she re-entered the room, looking like one of Eru’s kind again.
The dwarf didn’t know too much more, but had wanted to get the forge up and running again. Therkahn tried to dissuade him due to the ensuing chaos it may cause.
“If you can get me out of here and back to Phandalin, I’ll give you all of my gold,” the dwarf offered. The party thought about it and Mew suggested, “Aren’t we going back to Phandalin anyway?”
Mew suggested closing the entrance to the Underdark (been there, done that, no thank you was her general sentiment). Everyone worked together to seal it as best they could. Then they returned to the room with the dwarf, barricaded the door, and took a long rest. Upon awakening, they explored a few more tunnels, but found the doorway with the five voices behind it. Rather than risk another battle, they continued to explore.
Therkahn once more tried to quietly convince everyone to kill Drakon so he couldn’t tell Halia about the Forge, but everyone persuaded them otherwise–even Mew, which seemed odd.
Game resumed 10/22/17
Everyone decided to further explore the caverns. Therkan took the rear, mumbling about the corrupt Lord’s Alliance and needing to seal the cave. They skipped the room which housed the voices of the supposed-Red Brands and continued their endeavors of exploration. They ventured into a cavern and Mew and Eru could make out in the dimness a pool of water. Eru cast Detect Magic and an aura emanated from the depths of the water. She dove in and found a skeleton in tattered wizard’s robes with a wand. *yoink* She grabbed the wand, surfaced for some air, and swam back down to investigate further, finding two platinum rings on the bony fingers. She slid those on her fingers. She told her party mates about the wand, but not the rings. And pocketed the wand for herself.
Continuing to explore the passages, they bumped into several dead ends and ended up back in familiar caverns. Eventually, they found a door they hadn’t entered. Mew investigated and heard movement from behind the door, but wasn’t sure what produced the sounds. Bartholomew wanted to charge right in, and Therkahn cast Bless on themself, Mew, and Bartholomew. Mew opened the door. Old stone bunks lined the walls and dwarven skeletons littered the floor. Three ghouls rose from gnawing on the bones and stared up at the intruders.
Aria cast Witch bolt, striking a ghoul. Two ghouls ran up and attacked Bartholomew, striking him with its claws but missed it’s second swipe completely as Bartholomew dodged. The second ghoul charged and attacked Aria and dug its claws into her arm and turned her gouged flesh blue. The third ghoul struck Bartholomew with its claws – he felt the icy sting of the attack, but it didn’t phase him.
Eru cast Hold Person on the ghoul and as the chains wrapped around its torso it tensed and slashed free from the bonds. Mew wielded her crossbow, releasing a bolt firmly into a ghoul. Therkan high-fived Drakon and said, “I got this!” and she whispered *luminous*, activating Lightbringer. She charged into the fray, cast Guiding Bolt at one of the ghouls. A sphere of light punctured his chest, filled him with light, and he fell dead.
Morgana ran into the room and cast Poison Spray as she yelled “duck!” to all nearby. Therkan just stood there as she was resistant to poisons. A green cloud enveloped the ghoul but it had no effect. Bartholomew moved closer, drew his sword and gashed a ghoul from one shoulder to the other. Not yet finished, he slapped the ghoul across the face; it glared at him. Aria stepped back into the doorway as Drakon stepped forward and slashed a ghoul across the torso. Eru cast firebolt, but it fizzled a small flame that simply illuminated the room for a moment. Mew let loose another bolt and it sunk deeply into a ghoul’s eye…it fell forward, dead.
Therkan swung Lightbringer at a ghoul, but it stepped backward, afraid, and she missed. She taunted it and poked Lightbringer at it. Morgana unfurled Thornwhip, gashing across the ghoul’s torso. She followed through with her dagger, but it glanced off of its skin. Bartholomew instantly stepped up and shoves a dagger beneath the ghoul’s chin, straight up through the skull. He pulled his blade free and it slunk to the ground, dead.
Therkahn and Mew immediately dashed around the room and looted all that they could find: a greater potion of healing, old copper and silver coins, and a knapsack. Mew grumbled at Therkan’s selfishness and she took the coins. Since Mew doesn’t like using potions, she let Therkahn have it. After studying the coins for a moment, Therkahn realized they very, very old from the Nethriel civilization. And Eru finally learned that her recently-acquired wand was the Wand of Magic Missile. Everyone rested.
Eru and Mew struck a bargain: Eru would teach Mew her secret ciphers and Mew may (at the end of the lessons) give Eru Glasstaff’s staff as payment.
Once rested, the adventurers continued their exploration. They eventually found themselves at the cave where Eldran previously disappeared and screamed out from the darkness. Everyone encouraged Morgana to morph into a creature to go scout. She chose a Varghouille and everyone cringed as her fatty human-headed-creature flew into the darkness, blowing kisses back at them. Upon her return, she told her friends that she had found the bloated corpse of Eldran and heard strange sounds from above – a large swarm of stirges.
“Fish?!?” Mew and Eru asked simultaneously.
“Stirges; not sturgeons,” Morgana corrected as she rolled her eyes.
They’d not run into stirges before but knew there were “a lot of them” waiting ahead. A plan was hatched: Therkan blessed herself, Eru, and Morgana. Eru would strike first and Morgana would act as back-up. Eru ran into the cave and cast Thunderwave, blasting a force in all directions. Eight stirges fell from the ceiling, dead. Strange sounds from above could be heard faintly and as Eru looked up, the two remaining stirges realized what just happened and also fell dead.
“C’mon in you guys!” Eru yelled from the darkness.
Mew searched the cavern but found nothing but bones and broken lanterns. They continued their trek through the winding halls of the cavern. They found an old storeroom with dusty scales, log books, and a locked chest. Mew offered to pick the lock, but Therkan grumbled that Mew would just take all that she found. Mew picked the lock anyway *click* and it opened easily. Inside was 60 GP, 90 EP, 180 SP, and 600 CP. Mew immediately stole 30 GP and split the rest: 5 GP & 15 EP to each person plus 180 SP to the kitty. While adjusting their new coin, Mew, Therkahn, and Eru reminisced on Jimbo’s Band and had a “where are they now” moment. Bartholomew took the smallest scale from the shelves. And their adventure continued.
Next, they found a doorway down yet another hallway. Morgana listened but heard nothing so Eru tried to open the door. She received one hell of an electric shock. Mew studied the door and scratched out a rune, disarming the trap and unlocking the door. Inside, a single skeleton rested against the opposite wall, wearing Elven boots and clutching sword. Mew took the boots. She also found a small pouch with 2 gemstones and 10 GP.
Therkahn yelled from the doorway, “Hey, what’d you find in there?”
Mew replied, “10 GP!!”
Everyone stepped into the room. Morgana examined the skull and pried a gold tooth from its jaw. Bartholomew snagged an Elven femur. Eru took the sword, which glowed with a faint magical aura that only she could see. Morgana also took the leather armor. Mew stuffed the 10 GP into the kitty.
Bartholomew took his hairy zombie head out of his pack and fastened it to the femur in a disgusting makeshift staff. Morgana was mortified by the abomination, so he detached the head, shoved it back onto his belt, and fastened a crystal to the top of the staff. “It glows in the moonlight,” he chimed.
More exploring!! They found a room with empty barrels and a door. Eru listened at the door, heard nothing, but was a little timid of possible traps. Bartholomew stepped forward and opened the door and he entered unscathed. More empty barrels. Naturally, Bartholomew drummed on the tops of the kegs with his staff. Therkahn unknowingly began to bob around to the rhythm. And they thought once more of Jimbo’s Band.
Satisfied that they had explored 99% of the cavern, they decide to find their way out and head back to Phandalin (much to the happiness of their new dwarven companion). They all stepped out into the bright light, taking a while to adjust to the sunlight, made their way down the mountainside and were excited to see their horses were still in good spirits and well. They rode back to Phandalin and make their first very important stop: ALE at the Stone Hill Inn!
The tavern seemed more joyous than when they first left. Mew pulled out Glasstaff’s staff, struck it on the ground, and announced, “We have vanquished Glasstaff!!” The bar flies looked around confused. “The Red Brands are disbanded!“ and the tavern erupted in cheers. A tankard of ale was purchased for each of the party members – FREE BOOZE!
They looked around for Jimbo’s Band, but alas, they were not in the tavern.
About an hour later of sitting, drinking, and good ol’ relaxation, a woman approached Therkahn. It was the woman they had rescued from the Red Brand prison. They handed Therkahn a small sack containing 20 CP and 3 GP. Therkan refused the gift, insisting the woman keep it. “You deserve it,” they said. Mew pulled 20 SP out of the kitty and also gave it to the woman. Bartholomew reached over and high-fived Mew.
The woman, now in tears, told the tale of Thundertree, where she used to live with her father – before the eruption of a nearby volcano. Her father kept a chest there with jewels, but she feared it was buried beneath ash and lava. “If you find it,” she said, “it’s yours.” Therkhan drank some ale and grumbled, “The blood of our enemies satiates our hunger far better than…” and the rest was muffled by her next sip of ale.
Lost in thought of the Drider, Mew reached out, tapped Bartholomew with the edge of her Spider Staff, and grinned as Bartholomew’s tankard stuck to his hand by little spider barbs. The return of Spider Barry! Bartholomew looked at his palm, looked at Mew, back at his hand, and started climbing the walls. Mew, Eru, Therkahn, and Morgana all bust out singing their new Spider Barry song. An hour went by with Spider Barry all over the walls and ceiling, and suddenly ale started spilling from the ceiling. Everyone looked up to see a passed out Bartholomew, hanging from the ceiling, oddly clutching his ale…and as the spell faded, he crashed down onto a table.
At midnight, a ruckus of banging pots and pans and poor singing emanated from the street outside! Jimbo’s Band had returned!!! They had been permanently banned from assembling and playing INSIDE Stone Hill Inn, but they skirted their banishment by entertaining the masses in the streets outside the Inn’s windows. Eru bought a round of ale for each member, enjoying their “music” until they moved on.
Rest. Much needed sleep. And in the morning? Everyone suffered from lovely hangovers. Undeterred, Mew sought out the dwarf they had rescued in the mines and demanded payment.
“Give me one minute,” he said, as he headed down a street. Not trusting him, Morgana and Mew followed him stealthily from behind, but not that stealthily. As he began to dig a hole at a small farm, he shouted into the distance, “I know you’re there…just come out!” He retrieved a sack from the ground and threw it at Morgana. 75 GP (12GP each, plus 3 to the Kitty).
As they said their goodbyes, Therkhan stressed to the dwarf to NOT use the Forge of Spells. He stated that he had planned on taking several friends and refurbishing the Forge, to bring a lot of good income and jobs to his people. Without blinking, Mew shanked him, stabbing him in the gut.
“Alright *groan* I’ll just go back to Neverwinter,” and he hobbled off.
With full bellies of delicious breakfast (Bartholomew pocketed extra bread and cheese), everyone wandered off to Halia’s house to collect their payment. While on their way, a halfling orc met them in the streets and pulled Drakon aside. Eru eavesdropped and learned that Drakon’s people were under attack by a roving Goliath tribe. Drakon ran up to everyone, rubbed at an old key he wore around his neck, and simply stated, “Um, I have to go,” and left them.
Once at Halia’s house, everyone received 50 GP each. Eru asked Halia if she would teach her the scrying spell that she had used previously. “You’re not ready for that…” but brought out a worn scroll. She handed it to Eru, “Try this,” and Eru was able to successfully cast Blur. Satisfied, Halia took Eru’s spell book and magically transcribed the spell within its pages. Once finished, she looked up and said, “You now owe me one favor.” Eru’s breakfast flipped within her stomach…Fuck!
Bartholomew asked Halia if she would teach him something. Halia laughed, “You can’t handle it.” She dismissed everyone from her house except for Mew and Aria.
“The Members of Zhentarim would like to promote you for your services. You are now Fang, but know that with this title if called upon, you must respond without question. Expect our call.” With that, Mew and Aria joined the rest of the party, keeping the secret between themselves.
Mew tracked down Sildar and shared the news of Glasstaff’s death, the fact that he was running the Red Brands, AND the corruption of the Lord’s Alliance. Therkahn and Sildar discussed their concerns. Sildar had had other plans to help the Village of Longsaddle from a monster-problem, but instead understood his presence was needed in Neverwinter to look deeper the corruption of the Lord’s Alliance. He looked at the party and asked if THEY would go to Longsaddle to deal with the monster. They thought about it…and went shopping instead.
They each purchased enough food for the week. Eru purchased ink and pen. Mew bought ball bearings and five sheets of paper (she would borrow Eru’s ink and pen, if needed). Morgana bought a sprig of mistletoe and two sheets of parchment, giving one to Eru (with the premise of sharing ink and pen). Bartholomew purchased fishing tackle, a vial of acid, three oil flasks, pen and ink, seven sheets of parchment, an Amulet of Torm, an Amulet of Tyr, and an Amulet of Ilmater.
Therkahn removed their chainmail for the first time in front of the group, revealing a curious blue vest with 100 tiny pockets.
Eru twirled her rat pentacle pendant mindlessly between her fingers.
Morgana thought of playing her set of bone pipes, but changed her mind. Aria almost brought out her fragment of sheet music to have her play on the pipes, but kept it tucked away in her pocket.
Mew thought of her secret alabaster mask she kept hidden away in her bag…wondered if she would ever tell her party mates about it…and decided against it.
Bartholomew shifted all of his gear in his bag, including an ancient Elven arrow he always carried with him, to accommodate his new purchases.
Everyone discussed what to do next:
1. Clear out the undead that were ruining the lives of Prospectors around the Old Owl Well;
2. Find the Ghost of Agatha near the ruins of Coynberry in the hopes of hunting down a mysterious spellbook for Sister Garaele;
3. Searching for the abandoned chest of jewels in Thundertree; or
4. Defeat the monster which was terrorizing the Village of Longsaddle.
They poured over the local maps and tried to plot a course, but…no decision was reached.
Game resumed 11/19/17
Therkahn bought a map of the area. They had yet to locate and rescue Gundren Rockseeker. And they thought about locating the chest of jewels beneath the volcanic ash of Thundertree, but there were rumors of a young green dragon…they backed away from that idea.
They decided to tackle the undead at the Old Owl Well, but instead of taking the road, they opted to trailblaze. They traveled all day, an uneventful journey, and decided to set up camp for the night. Morgana searched around for any signs of foes and found orc tracks. They weren’t too fresh and the tracks continued onward. They decided it was safe and Eru took the first watch, a small fire crackling in the crescent moonlight. Everyone, but Mew, spread their bedrolls along the fire. Mew climbed up the nearest tree to nestle down for the night.
About two and one half hours into the night, Eru saw five shadowy figures emerge from the tree line, slowly moving in. She was just able to make out the pointed ears of goblins.
“Can I help you?” she called out.
Two of the goblins talked amongst themselves and as Eru stood there hoping for some sort of civility, an arrow sunk deeply into her shoulder. She cried out, waking Mew. Mew loaded her crossbow from her perch and let loose a bolt, which struck a goblin in his thigh. The sounds of combat woke everyone else (except Aria, who snored loudly by the fire).
One of the goblins charged at Eru, struck her with his scimitar, and retreated into the shadows. Another goblin flanked around the side of the encampment, shot and struck Bartholomew with an arrow, and hid in the darkness. Eru ran into the group of clustered goblins and cast Thunderwave, but only one fell to the ground, dead, in the burst of energy.
Therkahn stomped through the dying fire, scattering embers, and shot her crossbow. A bolt whizzed passed Eru, but missed the goblins. She whispered “Luminous” and their mace began to glow.
Bartholomew searched for the hidden goblin who had flanked their camp, but couldn’t find him. He took out his staff with the moon crystal and tossed his hairy skull on top of it. The crystal’s glow emanated from the skull’s sockets, and he shouted, “I know you’re out there! You cannot hide from the glowing skull!!!!” He then wrapped a bit of torn Red Brand cloak around an arrow and dipped it in some oil and brushed it up against the embers as he advanced into the shadows. The arrow ignited.
Morgana yelled at Eru, “Be prepared!” as she cast Entangled. Vines sprouted from the earth, entangling two of the three goblins. Eru dodged the vines, all thanks to Morgana’s warning.
One of the entangled goblin’s struck at Eru, but missed. She pointed and laughed at the creature. One of the remaining free goblins shot an arrow at Therkahn, missed, and hid deep within the tree line. Mew, still in her tree, cast Faerie Fire on the goblin that Bartholomew was stalking–it lit up in a violet light. Mew whispered among the leaves, “Go get him, Bartholomew….”
Another goblin struck Eru hard, but she remained standing. The violet goblin ran away into the forest and his little purple blob of light bounced among the tree trunks. “CHICKEN!!!” Morgana yelled after him.
Eru grabbed the goblin that last struck her with her Shocking Grasp and killed him instantly. Therkahn asked Morgana which one she wanted; Morgana pointed, and Therkahn went for the other one. They swung with their mace, but missed. Bartholomew ran deeper into the forest, chasing the violet-lit chicken-goblin. He yelled, “Take that, you scoundrel!” and let loose his flaming arrow–it sunk into the back of the goblin’s neck as he ran; his clothes ignited and he fell to the ground in a heap of violet light and flames.
Morgana ran after the last hidden goblin and cast Poison Spray into the shadows; the goblin began to cough and fell dead, blood pooled from its mouth. Mew fired her crossbow at the last goblin, but the bolt landed firmly into the ground at his feet. He threw up his hands and surrendered!! Therkahn reached over, smacked him up the backside of his head, and demanded to know what their intentions were.
“We just wanted gold…and a hostage to ransom. We are traveling from up North.”
Morgana settled in to interrogate him. Eru, wounded and sore, crawled into her bedroll to nap.
Morgana learned of an orc encampment about a day and a half east of their location.
Therkahn grabbed the goblin by the scruff, “What’s your name?!?”
He nearly yelped, “Scrum…they call me Scrum!” He continued to tell the party about their camp up north in Cragmaw Castle. Mew recognized that name, but couldn’t place it. She swore beneath her breath and woke up Eru and filled her in. Eru’s eyes lit up.
“Do you know Gundren Rockseeker?” she asked Scrum.
“We don’t interact with the prisoners,” he seethed.
“Well then, describe the prisoners,” Mew demanded.
“Well,” Scrum began, “There’s a human, a hairy human, and a tall human.”
“Am…am I a hairy human?” Therkahn asked.
“Who is your king,” she asked.
“Grol. He is a Bugbear who killed our previous leader. We all follow Grol. He’s big and scary.…”
Therkahn tied Scrum up to a tree and they discussed what they had learned. Everyone agreed that Gundren may very well be the “hairy human” at Cragmaw Castle. And an elf may be considered the “tall human.” They all rested while Mew took the second watch.
The rest of the evening was uneventful and everyone awoke, had some breakfast, and decided to continue east to the Old Owl Well. Then they’d head north to Agatha’s ghost, and only once that’d been completed continue north toward Cragmaw Castle to free Gundren. They bribed Scrum with food and ale to try to convince him to join their crew.
“Your King is mean to you, and your friends didn’t treat you nice,” Therkahn said, giving Scrum another tankard of ale.
“I’ll…I’ll think about it,” he said, as he gulped more beautiful nectar.
They tied Scrum to Therkahn’s back, tankard in his hand, and began their journey. Scrum reminded them about the orc camp, and the party skirted the direction of the orcs, continuing east to the well. They traveled through the night, charged with energy and a second wind…all but Aria, who snored contently strapped to the back of her horse.
They came upon the ruins of an old watchtower. A large, colorful tent was erected in the clearing, and a horde of zombies slowly worked their way among the ruins, oblivious to the party lurking in the shadows. Mew stealthed ahead and peeked into the tent: a man lay sleeping while two lumbering undead wandered the interior perimeter of the tent, watchful. Leaving the tent’s entrance, she counted 10-12 zombies around the ruins. He returned to her party and shared the news. A plan developed.
Therkahn and Morgana positioned themselves close to the camp. Mew, Eru, and Bartholomew headed toward the tent. Aria remained quietly snoring on the horse’s back. Scrum was firmly lashed to Therkahn’s back, passed out in an ale-induced coma.
At the opening of the tent, Mew looked at Bartholomew…he grinned at Mew with a twinkle in his eye– and Mew gently tapped him with his Spider Staff. *POOF* Bartholomew grew spider barbs. Grinning wildly, he quietly climbed up the interior walls of the tent. Mew and Eru slipped inside, undetected as well.
Morgana and Therkan went to work. Morgana summoned a glowing orb and caught the attention of the small horde of working zombies. They all turned to look. Therkahn cast Turn Undead, and immediately all but two of the zombies turned and fled into the nearby woods, eager to escape her holy light. Mew woke the sleeping man as Eru immediately tried to Charm him…but she failed. The man, confused, but awake, was about to speak, but then Mew struck him upside the head with her crossbow. Dazed by the blow, he muttered a quick word and disappeared from sight.
Therkahn and Morgana suddenly saw a strange man appear beside them, turn, and run. Bartholomew sliced a hole in the tent’s wall, crawled outside, and shot an arrow at the fleeing man, but missed.
The man stopped, turned, and yelled, “Why are you doing this?!?”
“Why are you controlling all these zombies, you dick?” Bartholomew yelled back.
Therkahn cast Guiding Bolt at the stranger, but it struck nearby.
He winced, “I’m–I’m doing research.”
Mew charged from the tent and ran into the man. “If you call your zombies off of us, we won’t kill you.”
“Fine. Fine!” he quickly relented. The zombies that were advancing toward the party immediately just stopped. Although the fleeing zombies continued to run into the darkness.
Bartholomew walked up, “Sorry for calling you a dick.…”
Eru exited the tent and walked up. She immediately noticed a sigil on the man’s forehead that represented the School of Necromancy–a mage of the undead. He was tan and wore a deep red robe. She grumbled under her breath. Necromancer…
“What are you doing with the undead,” she asked.
“What’s your name,” Therkahn countered.
“My name is Hamun Kost. I’m searching for artifacts of an arch mage.”
“Well, you were scaring people away,” Therkahn grumbled.
“I–I didn’t want to harm anyone,” he said. He continued to explain that he was searching for an ancient magical tome. Eru’s ears twitched.
“If we help you find this tome,” she said, “May I–may I read it?”
He thought about it. “Very well. If you help me retrieve the tome, you may read it for one day.”
Eru turned to the rest of her party, excited at the prospect of getting her hands on magic. Bartholomew was okay with the idea. Therkahn, however, was strongly opposed to working with the undead and a necromancer, who must be evil and must be killed. Mew was on the fence, eager at the idea of dispatching this man, but torn by Eru’s excitement. She relented and agreed to help.
Hamun stated that the ruins here held arcane markings and the undead were helping extract the rocks into two piles: arcane and not.
Eru used her Detect Magic ritual to help speed up the process. She, Bartholomew, and Morgana began to help as certain stones glowed with an arcane aura. Eru shouted to Morgana and Bartholomew to get that stone, and that one, and that one. Undead zombies helped excavate the stones. Mew and Therkahn grumbled in the corner, flanking Hamun and occasionally distracting him with banter. About an hour passed and Hamun finally said, “This will be enough for now.”
He mumbled something beneath his breath and the pile of arcane stones began to shift. They formed a phrase in ruins, which Hamun translated, “Arthindol. I’ve run across this name in my research.”
“Where’s the tome?” Eru nearly screeched. She really, really, really wanted to learn more magic.
“There is nothing else here. I must go to Neverwinter to continue my research.”
“But…but…but…,” she pouted.
“I will share with you what I find later, if you are able to locate me in Neverwinter,” Hamun reassured her. Therkahn again boiled quietly in the shadows.
Bartholomew stepped forward, “Hamun, I have this hairy zombie head,” and he patted the head on his belt, “Can you make him alive so we can talk?”
Hamun shook his head, “It would only be for a short time. The magic is temporary.”
“Oh, nevermind…” Bartholomew sadly backed away.
Therkahn stepped forward, “We helped you, you found what you needed. I demand you lay these undead souls to rest!!!”
“That was my intention,” Hamun said, as he waved his hands and the zombies slowly returned to rest. He bid his farewell, retrieved some items from this tent, and rode off into the night.
Therkahn was livid that no one agreed to kill the necromancer. Mew was miffed that she neglected to loot the tent and steal Hamun’s bag–she was still on the fence about killing him.
Everyone reconvened inside the tent. Mew looted some writing supplies and rations. Eru took an extra, spare, deeply-colored red robe. Therkahn wrote a letter by candlelight to later send to the Lord’s Alliance about her concerns of their corruption and infiltration.
Everyone decided to rest for the night inside the comfort of the tent.
**Game Resumed 12/17/17**
Everyone awoke in the tent in the morning after a restful sleep. Bartholomew cooked breakfast for all; Scrum received an improvised bloody mary. It was a foggy morning and they began their journey; the fog lifting as the sun rose higher. They headed north toward Conyberry.
On their walk, Scrum began to get grumbly and lippy with the crew and Bartholomew taught him the SpiderBarry song…which Scrum then sang for the next 2.5 hours straight.
Once at Conyberry, they investigated the ruins, finding nothing but an old decrepit windmill. Morgana went around to the back of the mill while Mew and Eru checked out the inside. Mew didn’t find anything among the rubble, but did discover that the windmill was barely standing. She instructed Eru to be very careful leaning up against certain walls. Everyone stepped inside while Eru performed the Detect Magic ritual. Ten minutes later, a stone began to glow in the wall. Terrified of the fragile walls, Eru asked Mew to jiggle it free. Mew successfully withdrew the stone without damaging the rest of the structure’s integrity and within the small cavity was a potion vial containing a translucent liquid with a very large and nasty fingernail inside. Eru recognized it as a Potion of Hill Giant Strength. Since nobody immediately wanted the potion, it was decided to keep for the party’s use later. Bartholomew patted his belt to find the Kitty.
“Who’s got the Kitty? I thought I had it.” he panicked. He opened his own purse and Morgana once more spied the large amount of coin within. “Bartholomew, where did you — “ she said, but was interrupted.
“I have it,” Mew replied, opened the Kitty pouch and tossed the potion in.
Finding nothing else of importance in Conyberry, they continued north to try to find the ruins where Agatha was reported to be. Entering the thick forest, Mew took the lead and whacked her way through the overgrowth. She led everyone safely along her trail until they reached the old grove that Sister Garaele had told them about; they knew they were on the right path. The trail led them deeper into the forest until they found an old ruined, overgrown village. Mew searched for any Thieve’s Camp Symbols, but didn’t find any. Morgana sensed that even the animals avoided this place. The trees and roots had overtaken most of the structures and toward the end of the village was an old broken down house. It had to be Agatha’s.
Mew stepped forward, but Eru stopped her and handed her the silver comb she received from the Sister. “Remember…remember we’re here for a spellbook,” Eru eagerly told Mew. As Mew approached the house a cold, thick fog began to roll in obscuring everyone’s vision within 10’. Morgana attempted to use her druid craft to blow the fog away, but it didn’t work. Mew disappeared into the dense haze. Everyone else stayed clustered together, waiting for Mew to return. Once at the door, Mew whispered “Love is a burning thing…” and cast Faerie Fire and immediately the glowing green form of a woman in a tattered nightgown appeared before her, appearing angry at the disturbance.
“What do you want? Why are you here?” it asked of Mew.
“We were told you may be missing a comb.” Mew pulled out the silver comb, clutching it close to her chest.
The anger softened a bit from Agatha’s face as she saw the comb, a flicker of recognition behind her eyes. “Where did you find this? I haven’t seen it in so very long.”
“It was given to me to give back to you.” Mew replied.
“THAT…that is my comb.” Agatha nearly demanded.
“How did it disappear?” Mew asked.
“I don’t know. I was killed here so long ago. Leave the comb, and this place. I am skilled in Divination and I will answer you one question.”
“One of my friends really, really loves spells and we hear you may have a spellbook,” Mew said.
“Is that your question? You can ask but one question.” Agatha reminded her.
“No…” Mew thought. She glanced behind her, seeing only fog. Nobody else could hear her…she turned back toward Agatha and nearly whispered, “There’s this Goddess, Lolth. Am I ever going to see her again?”
“Do you want that answer now?” Agatha chided.
Agatha’s eyes began to glow a bright blue and she laughed, “Your path will definitely cross with Lolth.”
“Fuck!” Mew mumbled, “Okay.”
Agatha continued, “She sends her minions toward you as we speak…” Her eyes returned to their translucent state, rimmed in the green haze of the Faerie Fire. She looked at Mew’s chest and the comb disintegrated in mid-air. She turned to re-enter the house. Mew snuck out her crossbow, screamed “Everybody attack the glowing green thing!” and released the bolt. It tore through Agatha’s ethereal boob, creating a small hole, which slowly repaired itself. Agatha turned around, her form changed from a lovely woman into a hideous, terrifying banshee and she howled. She reached for Mew, but Mew dodged, frightened at this new visage before her.
Bartholomew ran ahead into the fog to see what was happening, got within 10’ of the encounter, and stopped to watch. Morgana transformed into a sprite and hovered forward and turned invisible. Bartholomew saw a sprite emerge from the fog, then disappear, “Boy, that was strange,” he mumbled. “I’m here, Bartholomew,” Morgana whispered.
Bartholomew then looked at Agatha and loudly yelled, “Agatha! I really like your books,” and threw a tibia at her. It launched through her head, but landed gently behind her. Mew brought out her Talon longsword, which fully connected and seemed to hurt Agatha. Mew yelled, “Attack her with magic!!” and she ran into the fog. Eru ran forward and cast Charm Person, but it had no effect. Aria joined everyone and cast Blade Ward. Agatha wailed again and caused psychic pain to everyone.
Morgana cast Moonbeam around Agatha, which engulfed her in brilliant moonlight. Morgana then stepped back into the fog. Bartholomew moved around and behind Agatha, downed a random potion from his sack, and suddenly began to speak in song. “I’m going to staaaaand baaaack here….” he sang.
Mew moved forward out of the fog, armed another bolt, and it slid through Agatha’s form. At the sight of the moonlight, Eru dropped to her knees at the glory, pulled out her Wand of Magic Missile, and fired, each dart finding purchase in the ghost.
Agatha began to wail at the pain the moonbeam caused her, and she floated out of it, directly in front of the kneeling Eru. As Eru looked up at the terrifying face, Agatha touched her, causing pain. Too frightened to move, Eru just knelt there. Aria cast Eldritch Blast, but the moonbeam absorbed the ray. Morgana guided the moonbeam back over Agatha, just avoiding Eru’s form. Bartholomew searched for the missing tibia while he sang beneath his breath, “Tibia, tibia, tibiaaaa.” He found it, put it away, pulled out his three amulets and his prayer beats and put them atop his staff. And waited.
Mew ran forward out of the fog once more, pulled out her crossbow, and hit Agatha in the neck. The bolt continued through her form. Eru stood and ran back toward Mew. Aria again cast Eldritch Blast, but once more it fizzled out in the moonlight. Agatha once more cried out as the moonbeam began to melt away her form. It flew toward Aria, but Aria dodged the ghostly hand. Morgana once more pinned the moonbeam atop Agatha. Bartholomew laid out his Redbrand cloak on the ground and prepared his card tricks. Mew loaded her crossbow, ran forward, fired, and the bolt infused with the power of the moonbeam, embedded itself in Agatha’s form. She wailed and dissipated into the air. The cold, dense fog lifted. They had won! Everyone gathered where Agatha had once been. Mew scrambled to find the silver comb with the promise of braiding Eru’s hair later, but alas, the comb crumbled into ash. Morgana cast Cure Wounds on everyone.
They advanced toward Agatha’s house in search of loot…and a spellbook. Mew checked for traps and found none; they entered. There was nothing. The house was empty, overgrown with roots, returned to the forest. Eru once more prepared the Detect Magic ritual, but nothing emanated a magical hue.
Saddened, she looked at Mew, “Did Agatha tell you where the spellbook was?”
“No. She didn’t say anything about the spellbook,” Mew replied. Eru sighed…
“You trust what Mew says?” Morgana questioned, doubting Mew.
“Absolutely!!” Eru defensively replied.
Aria and Eru woke Scrum and asked if he knew how to get to Cragmaw Castle from there. He looked around, blinked, looked some more. “Dunno where I am,” he replied. Aria continued to ask questions and learned that Scrum knew the way from Phandalin, knew they had to walk through the forest, and knew there was a river near the forest. That’s all he knew.
They unfurled Therkahn’s map. Eru and Mew wanted to walk through the forest to Thundertree and head north from there. Morgana convinced them how incredibly dangerous traipsing through the forest could be and they made the long walk back to Conyberry. Mew led the way through the forest, Bartholomew sang-talked until suddenly, mid-song, his voice returned to its normal cadence. He looked a little sad about that…
They set up camp inside the old windmill and Aria cast Alarm around their perimeter. Mew took first watch and they slept without incident.
The next day, along the road traveling west back toward Phandalin, they came across a traveling merchant caravan of tinkering gnomes. These gnomes hailed from Neverwinter and specialized in selling exotic fruits and fruit-apparatus, such as their prized Automatic Banana Peeler. Morgana asked of Neverwinter news and they learned that there was some unrest due to the structural changes of the Lord’s Alliance. The unrest had driven out many merchants from Neverwinter and this group was headed toward Triboar to see how they fared.
Aria asked about their favorite contraption they’d made. The merchant smiled and proudly held up the Automatic Banana Peeler. Morgana asked if they had a fruit guillotine; he rummaged through their wagon and pulled out a dagger-like contraption used to slice fruit. “Could you … like cut off a finger with it?” she asked. “Maybe. Would you care to demonstrate,” he asked. Morgana withdrew her finger…and her interest. Mew slyly glanced around to search for the gold storage, but couldn’t find where these gnomes kept their money. Eru pulled out her longsword and traded it for two exotic pieces of fruit.
The gnome began to recant a tale about an old farmer who used to have a water bucket that held endless amounts of water. It never emptied. He didn’t know where this old farmer lived. Eru asked if they’d heard of Cragmaw Castle or knew it’s whereabouts, but no; they’d never heard of it. They said goodbye and went their separate ways.
They continued to push ahead late into the day and Mew and Morgana began to suffer from the effects of exhaustion. A few hours later, they set up camp alongside the road. Again, Aria set the Alarm around the perimeter and the night went without incident. In the morning, Eru asked Scrum if he recognized where they were enough to begin to head north. “Just a little further,” he said. They continued to walk west toward Phandalin. Halfway through the day, they came to the intersection with the road to Phandalin and Scrum stopped them, “From here, we just go north,” and he pointed. “Good Scrum,” Aria patted his goblin head, giving him more alcohol. And they turned northward.
**Game Resumed 1/14/18**
The party headed north, leaving the safety of the road and venturing once more toward the forest. Therkahn joined Scrum and drank a lot of ale, burying her woes of the state of the Lord’s Alliance with alcohol and brooding. At about noon, they entered the treeline. Mew skulked in the shadows and Therkahn (with Scrum tied to their back) took the lead. Aria cast Blade Ward and Eldritch Sight on herself prior to entering the forest. And they trudged forward.
Eventually, the forest cleared into a meadow and before them stood the ruined and dilapidated Cragmaw Castle. Eru leaned over and poked Scrum.
“Where are the tall human, hairy human, and short human being held,” she asked.
“*hiccup* The castle,” he replied, “I dunno. Nobody uses the second floor.” He swirled his tankard around.
“Nevermind. You’re annoying me!” she growled.
While still tucked away under the cover of the trees, it was decided that Morgana would do some scouting. Bartholomew practiced his card tricks. She morphed into a giant spider, Therkahn cast Guidance on her, and she made her way unnoticed across the 100’ of meadow to the ruined castle wall entrance. Once she arrived she saw a goblin perched atop a pile of rubble, watching her, crossbow aimed her way. She turned around, pointed her butt up at it, and shot out some butt-web. It landed harmlessly beside him. “This never happened before,” she thought, embarrassed. The goblin let loose a crossbow bolt and it struck her just under her spider-bunghole.
Seeing this, Therkahn army-crawled stealthily across the meadow toward Morgana. Eru kept a watchful eye on her from the treeline. Bartholomew headed toward the main entrance of Cragmaw Castle. Aria headed around the far ruined entrance of the castle. Nobody knew where Mew wandered off to.
Morgana once more shot web out of her butt, this time it entangled the feet of the goblin. Therkahn inched their way closer to the battle.
Bartholomew knocked on the doorway of the castle (the doors themselves were actually rotten and in a pile on the ground).
“Avon calling,” he yelled. He heard shuffling from inside and two goblins peeked curiously around the corner.
“Who are you and what do you want?” they demanded.
“Good evening,” Bartholomew said, “I have a fine collection of goods, jewelry, and potions for sale. Are you interested?” He scanned the room behind the goblins as he spoke.
Aria climbed up the pile of rubble and found an entrance completely collapsed in more rubble, but entered the castle through a gap in the wall. There were scattered barrels of supplies up against the wall. Upon inspection, they were filled with rotting food. It appeared that these supplies were recently accessed and the rotting food was being served to someone. She peeked her head through a doorway.
Eru crawled through the grass to meet up with Therkahn. They both lay, unnoticed by the goblin atop the rubble busy fighting SpiderMorgana.
The goblin broke free from the web securing his legs and feet. SpiderMorgana rushed up the rubble and could see through a doorway that there were two sleeping goblins in an adjacent room. She attempted to bite the goblin that shot her, but he knocked her aside with his crossbow. He yelled over to the two sleeping goblins to rouse them, drew his sword and swung at Morgana, but he missed.
Therkahn loaded their crossbow. Just as they pulled the trigger, drunken Scrum wiggled on her back and skewed their shot. The bolt wildly missed its target. Therkahn whacked Scrum upside the head with their crossbow, and continued to move toward the castle.
Morgana looked to her right and inside the castle saw a dining area filled with goblins, all devouring bowls of rotten food. One very rotund goblin was walking around, filling bowls with gruel.
Eru cast firebolt at the goblin swinging at Morgana. The flames whooshed passed Therkhan and Scrum’s heads, and burnt through the neck of the goblin. His decapitated head rolled down the rubble pile and rested in the grass.
“What do you have for sale,” the goblins asked Bartholomew.
“Oh, fine potions,” he said as he pulled out a “highlighter orange” color potion from his bag. “This potion is proven to erase fine lines, wrinkles, and those pesky undereye bags! Plus it’ll pick you up.”
The two goblins conversed amongst themselves. “Alright,” one said, “We got three fishbones.”
“For three fishbones, I’ve got a better potion! This clear potion lowers blood pressure and gives you strength in battle,” Bartholomew chimed. Goblin eyes lit up at the idea. One handed Bartholomew the three fishbones and took the potion from his hand, downing it.
Aria found herself in a hallway with a curtain at the end. She quietly peeked behind the curtain and saw a small room where two hobgoblins peered out through arrow slits in the wall. There was a door on the other side of the room.
Morgana saw that the two sleeping goblins had begun to stir awake. She reverted back to her human form and cast Flaming Sphere above one of the goblins. It erupted in flame and screamed awake. The flames licked at the second goblin, who was now also awake and screaming. Both goblins were burned but alive and getting ready to attack.
Therkahn moved up the pile of rubble and noticed that the dining hall full of goblins had begun to turn their attention toward the screaming crispy goblins. Therkahn used thaumaturgy to throw open a door on the opposite side of the dining hall. Each goblin in the dining hall turned to look at the now-open door.
Eru grabbed the head of the goblin at the bottom of the rubble pile and climbed her way up to Morgana’s side.
The goblin that drunk Bartholomew’s clear potion began to scream out in pain as acid burned his mouth, throat, and stomach.
“Well, that’s not right,” Bartholomew said. “That’s not what supposed to happen.”
The second goblin danced frantically around, “What are we supposed to do???”
“Here, give him this,” and hands him a vial of water. The goblin pours the water down AcidThroat’s throat, causing more agony. “Now what,” the goblin frantically cried out to Bartholomew.
Bartholomew handed him an orange potion, “Here. Drink this potion to help him.”
The goblin reached out, popped the cork, and drank the potion without question. Bartholomew noticed that he suddenly did seem healthier and his wrinkles disappeared just a little.
“I feel great,” the goblin screeched, “Do you have another one for him?” He pointed to his friend writhing on the ground.
Aria tried to sneak passed the two hobgoblins, but she kicked over a dish on the floor. They turned around and looked at her, blinking. She cast Friends.
“How do you do? My name’s Aria. What’s yours?” she asked. Without waiting for a response, she continued, “I’m a Castle Inspector. There’s an awful lot of rubble here. I need to talk to the Top Goblin.”
They lowered their weapons and looked at each other, talking in hushed tones about needing to check with King Grol about a Castle Inspector.
“Do you know where I can find the King?” she asked.
Morgana kept the sphere above both of the screaming goblins who had previously been sleeping. They burnt to a crisp, screaming until they died. Every goblin in the dining hall turned to look at the commotion. Two of them drew their short swords, ran through the doorway, and charged Morgana. She knocked one away, but was stabbed by the second.
Therkahn cast Bless on the party and moved into the doorway. They whispered “Luminous” and activated Light Bringer. All of the goblins moved toward them, well, almost all. One stayed seated at the corner table eating his bowl of rotten gruel. He grabbed at the now-abandoned bowls of gruel and slid them in front of him, eating a bite from each.
Eru cast Sleep and almost all of the goblins in the dining hall fell into a slumber, including the goblin at the table. His face plopped not-so-gracefully into a bowl of gruel.
The large one with the serving spoon inched his way closer to a door on the opposite side of the fray.
Bartholomew apologized to the frantic goblin, “I don’t know what to do. I’m sorry. But I have more potions for you and your friends.” The goblin patted his pocket and produced 1 fishbone and a bunch of teeth.
“I’ll buy anything to help him,” he gestured toward his injured comrade.
“Why don’t you bring your friends out and they’ll know what to do,” Bartholomew suggested. The goblin disappeared around the corner. Bartholomew followed right behind him.
Aria cast Minor Illusion and boomed in a big goblin voice, “Leave her alone!!” The hobgoblins looked around and moved off toward the booming voice to investigate. As soon as they disappeared behind the curtain, Aria ran across the room and through the doorway. Closing the door behind her, she stood face to face with an owlbear.
Morgana moved the Flaming Sphere over the two goblins that had recently charged her. She swatted one with her thornwhip. Still, both goblins retaliated. Both struck her with their swords, slicing into her abdomen. The Sphere’s heat intensified and consumed one of the goblins, leaving nothing but a pile of ash. The second goblin was singed by the flames.
Therkahn stepped into the dining room of snoring goblins, raised Light Bringer, and smashed it down onto the head of the first goblin they came across. It never woke up. The rotund goblin across the room ran out the door and disappeared around the corner. Therkahn turned around and cast Healing Word on Morgana.
Eru walked into the dining room, gently nudged a goblin awake and cast Charm Person.
“Hi, I’m Eru. What’s your name?”
Therkahn mumbled beneath her breath that Eru had forced the friendship. Eru denied it.
“Hey Dirt, we’re friends, right?”
“Yep. We’re great friends!!!” he said as he grabbed two bowls of rotten gruel, handing one to Eru. She pretended to eat a spoonful, looking over at Therkahn. Therkahn mumbled something about killing that goblin…
Bartholomew and the goblin passed through a few doorways and finally entered a room with four hobgoblins. The goblin told the tale of the potion salesman, pointing at Bartholomew, and the suffering goblin back at the entrance. Bartholomew looked at the goblin and huffed, “I shall call you Snitch!!!”
Bartholomew stuck out his hand, “Hi! So good to meet you!! I have fine potions for you today,” and he continued to describe his wares.
The hobgoblins listened to his pitch and decided to send one hobgoblin to go check on Acid-H2O-Throat. Another hobgoblin offered to buy all of the potions for 5 gold pieces.
“Well,” Bartholomew said, “I have these two potions that my clients love. This bright blue one is well worth 5 gold pieces alone, all my clients swear by it, but listen to this: I’ll give you a special deal! I’ll give you the blue potion for 4.50, and throw in this other potion for just 49 cents! That’s two potions for the low, low price of 4.99!” The hobgoblin couldn’t believe his good fortune, and in a matter of seconds the exchange was made. He immediately drank the bright blue potion and started to rub his stomach.
“Ugh. I’m so hungry! I’ll be right back!!,” he growled as he left the room and headed toward the dining hall. The remaining hobgoblins asked about any other potions or magical items Bartholomew may sell.
Aria looked up at the owlbear and guessed he looked a little hungry. She pulled three fish out of her bag and threw them at him. He devoured them. She cast Friend once more…and the owlbear didn’t immediately eat her. She threw another fish at the floor. He slurped it up.
Morgana’s Flaming Sphere continued to torment the one goblin that had attacked her. She pulled out her whip, furling it around the goblin and pulled him close to her. She stuck him in the gut with her dagger and released his limp and dead body. As he fell, she rifled through his pockets and found some smooshy gruel he was saving for later and one copper piece. She pocketed the coin.
A goblin slipped his short sword into Therkahn’s side. they struck him over the head with Lightbringer, and he plopped dead to the ground. Therkahn turned toward the next sleeping goblin, raising their mace.
Eru reached down and touched a sleeping goblin while she cast Burning Hands. He burnt to a crisp while he slept. A pile of sleeping ash. Dirt looked up from his bowl of gruel and threw Eru a toothy smile and a Thumbs Up before returning to his meal. Eru eagerly returned the thumbs up with two of her own. A hobgoblin walked in through another doorway oblivious to the battle around, sat down at a table, and began ferociously devouring a bowl of gruel.
Bartholomew addressed the two hobgoblins, “I have just one more thing,” and their eyes lit up at the prospect of his wares.
“This powder,” he continued, “helps…um…down there,” and he points to their codpieces. “Today I’ve got a free sample for both of you.” He procured a few dried rations from his pack and sprinkled the powder on the jerky. He turned to look at the goblin in the doorway, “Except you…Snitch. You don’t get any.”
He handed the rations to the hobgoblins who devoured the pieces. A few minutes passed and they both began to vomit. They each took a respective corner in the room and continued to hurl. Gruel-vomit soon became blood-vomit.
Bartholomew turned to Snitch, “Go get your friends and help these guys out!” Snitch turned and ran down the hall. Bartholomew looked around and raided some nearby supplies. He found bloodied and battered chainmail armor, a longsword with an emblem of Neverwinter on its hilt, and a crossbow.
Aria cast Minor Illusion against a nearby wall, making it appear like a gigantic fish. She also threw an extra fish on the ground in front of the wall. The owlbear reared back and charged the wall, mouth agape. It easily smashed through the wall and ended up inside a hallway of the ruined castle. It could see the forest through the rubble and immediately ran out of the castle toward the forest. Aria stepped through the gaping hole in the wall into the hallway, through a door, and found herself in a dining hall full of her friends and sleeping goblins.
Morgana moved the Flaming Sphere over the head of the goblin who had fallen asleep in his bowl of gruel. Bubbles began to form in the gruel, the goblin began to thrash and smoke, and then stillness. No more bubbles. No more goblin.
Therkan lumberjacked a sleeping goblin, smashing him flat and dead. The hobgoblin looked up from eating.
“Dirt,” Eru prodded, “Introduce me to your friend,” and she pointed at the hobgoblin.
“That’s Thortub,” he said, then went back to eating.
Eru cast Suggestion on Thortub, asking him to guide them to the tall human, hairy human, and short human. It didn’t take. He looked at her, then his eyes cascaded around the room and the bloodied and limp bodies. He grabbed a second bowl of gruel and ran out the door. Therkan reached out and thwacked him with Light Bringer. Bones cracked beneath the blow, he screamed out in pain, and lost his grip on a bowl of gruel. It spilled and scattered in the doorway. Thortub ran out the door and made his way back to Bartholomew and his comrades. Upon entering the room with the vomiting hobgoblins he looked at Bartholomew.
“What have you done,” he demanded.
Bartholomew deflected the question, “How’s the diet potion working? You look great!”
“I’m hungry. This is awful!! What did you do to them?”
“I don’t know,” Bartholomew said, scratching his head,” Maybe it was designed for hairy humans.”
“UGH! Just leave with your vile poisons!!”
“Okay.” Bartholomew walked down the hall toward the dining room. He told his friends about the supplies he found. Dirt continued to eat gruel. Therkahn gave him the stink-eye. Eru gave Therkahn the stink-eye. And everyone sat down for a short rest.
**PAUSE** *Game Resumed February 11, 2018*
Eru asked Dirt if he knew where the prisoners were being held, since Scrum had no clue. He told them they were located in Grol’s chambers, on the northeast side of the Castle. Everyone decided to follow Bartholomew back to the stash of equipment he had found. They found the sacks of meat, along with three bottles of brandy, the longsword, the bloodied chainmail, and the heavy crossbow. Therkahn pocketed the three bottles, Eru took the sword, and Mew took the crossbow and armor.
While they were waiting in the hallway, Eru asked Dirt to teach her some goblin. He proceeded to teach her some of the foulest swear words he knew.
Behind the closed door, they heard the moaning and groaning of what sounded like a very sick hobgoblin. Mew opened the door and peered inside. She saw the hobgoblin hunched over in the corner who continued to vomit despite the interruption. Mew asked if it knew where the prisoners were held, but the bugbear only puked. Eru asked Dirt if he knew his name.
Mew walked up and slapped Gutsnarl across the face. “We’re looking for some humans,” he demanded.
“They’re with…,” he hurled again, “…Grol in his chambers with the dark-skinned visitor,” he managed to say before he continued to vomit.
“I’m gonna make you feel better,” Mew insisted.
“That’s what the last guy said…,” Gutsnarl said, before puking again.
Mew pulled out Talon with both hands behind Gutsnarl as he bent over puking and put him out of his misery. She quickly rifled through his possessions and found chainmail armor, shield, longsword, longbow, crimson tunic, and 5 gold pieces. She took the longbow and 4 gold pieces, placing the 5th in the Kitty and left the rest.
Eru sent Dirt through a closed door to check if the coast was clear. He walked through the doorway, then popped his head back out giving two thumbs up. Everyone could hear faint chanting in what sounded like goblin. Mew stealthily poked his head inside the door and saw three goblins praying to a large idol. Therkan and Eru asked Scrum and Dirt if they knew which deity it was to which they replied it was Maglubiyet, their goblin god. Eru swore at Scrum in goblin, and he blinked back at her, a little put off.
Mew took a few minutes to put on her drow disguise, her skin now inky black, covered by his deep red cloak. Therkahn popped the cork on a bottle of brandy and took a swig. Mew stepped into the makeshift temple while Morgana, Eru, and Dirt stood at the ready just outside the doorway.
Two of the goblins noticed Mew step into the room and they elbowed the goblin who had his eyes closed, interrupting his prayers.
“I have an appointment with Grol. Take me to him.” Mew commanded.
The goblins immediately complied, leading her through the room and down a hallway. Eru, Dirt, Morgana, Therkahn (and the bound Scrum) discreetly entered the temple, hiding behind the large alter. Therkahn passed around the bottle to Dirt and Scrum and they noticed the items on the altar. Morgana slipped the bloodied cloth off of the altar and into her pouch, Therkahn pocketed the ornate chalice, and Eru gave the dagger to a grinning Dirt.
Following the three goblins down the hallway, they stopped in front of a closed door and pointed, “He’s there…”
Mew growled, “Well, I deserve an introduction!!”
They cowered and one reached out and hesitantly knocked on the door.
“Who’s there,” a booming voice called from inside.
“Lhupo, Sir. Someone here for you.”
The door swung open and a larger-than-normal bugbear stepped out. He slapped the three goblins aside and into the wall and looked at Mew.
“Did the Spider send you?”
“Yes,” Mew replied. “He wants more goblins and intel.”
Grol sneered, “Wants more goblins? Need more gold!! How many goblins?”
“How many you got?”
He looks at the three up against the wall, “I’ve got these three.”
“The Spider needs more…”
“I have a squadron of goblins out on attack, but they’ll be back.”
“How soon,” Mew asked.
“I dunno,” Grol replied. “They’re back when they’re back.”
They bickered a little bit longer about the timing and the number of goblins needed until Mew finally growled, “No gold ‘til I have the squadron!”
Grol spat under his breath, “Stupid pointy ears! Vyerith,” he called to the doorway, “deal with this!!” And with that, he turned back into his chambers. Out stepped a lithe, blackened female drow elf.
“Who sent you,” she asked of Mew.
“Lolth,” was Mew’s only reply.
“Why would she send you?”
“Lolth is searching for a certain drow. And I will find her. What is your name again?”
“I don’t think that’s important,” Vyerith flatly replied. “There are no other drow here.”
“Show me,” Mew insisted.
Meanwhile, back around the corner down a hallway, Morgana shifted into a tiny lizard and scurried down the hallway after Mew. Eru and Therkahn hatched a plan that involved Dirt.
Vyerith escorted Mew into Grol’s chambers. Mew saw a bloodied and unconscious dwarf in the corner, flanked by two hobgoblins. A direwolf also stood in the room near Grol. There was a closed door nearby.
Dirt sauntered down the hallway and easily convinced the three goblins to follow him back down the hall to the temple.
“As you can see,” Vyerith cooed, “there is no drow here. Why are you really here?”
“What’s behind that door,” Mew asked, pointing.
Undeterred, Vyerith repeated, “Why are you here?”
“Lolth sent me.”
Lizard-Morgana inched closer to the room, just inside the doorway.
“Why does Lolth need goblins,” she asked.
“What’s your name again? Grol,” Mew directed her inquiry to the King, “What is her name?”
Grol shifted his glance to Vyerith, who shot him a stern look. Grol clammed up and didn’t respond.
Eru and Therkahn hid behind respective doorways and as the four goblins passed, Therkahn conjured up an image of what she thought Maglubiyet would look like. Since they weren’t sure, they kept it vague and blurry. Dirt fell to his knees in terror, and two of the other goblins cowered. The third, the one who had led the chanting prayers, stood tall and firm. Eru used her Wand of Magic Missle from behind the brave goblin priest, pierced his chest, and his brown robes darkened with blood. He fell to the ground, dead. The two cowering goblins launched up and ran down the hall. Dirt stayed on his knees.
Lizard-Morgana scurried up Mew’s leg, perched on the backside of her shoulder and neck, and flicked a tongue and a hiss into Mew’s ear. Mew hoping that the unfamiliar critter was, in fact, Morgana, maintained a poker face and didn’t twitch a muscle.
Vyerith continued, “If you don’t wish to purchase any goblins, you should be on your way.”
Mew sighed, “Nice dog, Grol.” Grol replied with a sneer. “Grol, clearly you’re smart. I’ll return when your squadron is back.” And Mew backed out the door into the hallway.
Therkahn attacked one goblin as it ran by her and she sunk her handaxe into its chest. It cried, but did not fall. She swung out at the second goblin as it tried to run past, and it sprawled dead before her. Eru cast firebolt at the first fleeing goblin and dropped his smoldering dead body next to his companions. Mew nonchalantly walked through the doorway, smiling at her friends. “I’m so proud,” she chuckled as she studied the carnage. Eru checked on Dirt, he was shaken but okay.
Mew pulled Eru aside, “Eru…I know you like to make friends. But don’t give your friends weapons,” and she glanced at Dirt’s dagger. Eru shrugged her shoulders.
Eru looted the priest’s body and found one die made of bone with a slight magical aura, a brown robe, and a corded belt. She pocketed the dice and stripped him of his robes. Mew told everyone what transpired in Grol’s chambers, and of the bloodied dwarf she saw. Lizard-Morgana perched on Mew’s shoulder, stood up on two legs and waved a lizard claw at her friends. They formed a plan to smoke out Grol, the drow, and two hobgoblins, hopefully pinching them off one by one in the small confined hallway.
Eru and Therkahn made their way down the hall, through the storage room, and up the ruined outer wall of the castle until they stood in front of the door which they believed to be the second door Mew spotted in Grol’s chamber. Eru stuffed the priest’s robes into the small space beneath the door and waited with firebolt at the ready. Therkahn muttered “Luminous” beneath their breath and activated Lightbringer. Meanwhile, Mew and Morgana (reverted back to human form) stood at the main doorway to Grol’s chambers, having done the same. Mew struck her tinderbox and ignited the cloth. Eru sparked up a bolt. And they both waited for the tinder to smolder and the doors to catch flame. And waited. And waited…
Finally, as the smoke began to build, they heard from the interior of Grol’s chambers, “Do you smell that?” Grol threw open the door to the main hallway, and Mew was at the ready with Talon. She struck him across his abdomen and followed with a dagger across his chest. She disengaged and snuck back into the hallway, through a doorway, leaving Morgana standing there beside Grol. Grol yelled back into the chamber behind him and the two hobgoblins emerged, charging after Mew with longswords drawn. Both struck at her, but both wildly missed.
Hearing the sounds of battle from the interior of the castle, Therkahn tore open the door in front of her and stepped inside the chamber. Seeing the dark-skinned elf before her, she swung Lightbringer down hard on the elf’s shoulder, crushing it. But, the bones shifted and reset before Therkahn’s eyes, a sickening pop and crunch filled the air.
Grol yelled out, “Snarl, dinner time!!” and swung his giant morningstar at Morgana, smashing into her.
Eru, still standing outside the smoldering door cast Blur on herself and waited for an attack.
Morgana noticed that Grol was wearing chainmail armor and cast Heat Metal on the armor. The chainmail began to glow red, then white hot, and Grol screamed out, tearing the chainmail armor off of his body. His helmet began to glow and a furious red glow set in his eyes.
Snarl charged at Therkahn, growling. “Well, hello puppy,” Therkahn cooed just before it bit into their arm, knocking them down to the ground. The drow elf blur and shifted into a human male, and plunged a dagger deep into Therkahn’s gut.
Mew battled the two hobgoblins who attacked her, slicing one across the throat with her shortsword. He fell, dead and gurgling. The second assailant he sliced with a dagger and retreated further into the storeroom behind her.
The freshly-sliced hobgoblin turned its attention to Morgana, striking her down with its longsword. She fell, unconscious. Grol picked her up by the nape of her neck and flung her into his chambers, next to the unconscious dwarf in the corner. Not seeing this, Mew assumed Morgana was still in the hall kicking some major ass.
Therkahn stood up, smashing the direwolf with Lightbringer. “I said ‘Who’s a good boy?!?’” they yelled out as the direwolf yelped in pain.
Seeing this, Grol yelled out to Therkahn as he hefted his morningstar above the prone figure of Morgana, “If you want your friend to survive, come peacefully!” Therkahn responded, “I rather like beating up your puppy” and Grol growled at them from across the room.
Eru cast Crown of Madness on the human before her and was surprised it actually worked as an iron crown formed above his head and his eyes glowed. Snarl struck out at Therkahn and they batted him aside with their shield. The human blurred and took on the form of a dwarf, stabbing Snarl in the side with his blade.
With the distractions, Mew snuck back into the hallway and was surprised that Morgana was nowhere in sight. She struck at the hobgoblin, but missed, and ran back into the storage room. The hobgoblin chased after her and cut her open with his longsword. Grol chased down the hallway to join the frey. He swung his morningstar overhead and smashed it down toward Mew, but he dodged and Grol succeeded in smashing the floor tiles.
Bringing out her Wand of Magic Missile, Eru launched a few magic darts into the dwarf, it swore and screamed. Snarl attacked Therkahn once more, but missed. The shapeshifter reverted back into a drow form and backed further into Grol’s chambers, but not before Therkahn smashed it a bit with Lightbringer. The drow launched into the corner, picked something up off of the body of the bloodied dwarf, and promptly slit the dwarf’s throat before it ran down the hallway. Mew ran from the storeroom back into the hallway and saw the drow running away. She loaded her new heavy crossbow and launched a bolt, striking the drow in the back. It continued to run.
The hobgoblin followed Mew from the storeroom to the hall and charged her with the longsword at the ready, but it tripped over the body of its fallen comrade and fell to the floor, prone. Grol entered the hallway and looked in disgust at the incapable hobgoblin. He struck Mew with his morningstar and knocked her out. She clattered to the floor.
Therkahn stepped through Grol’s doorway and into the hallway and saw Mew laying there. They conjured Spiritual Weapon and a large ethereal war hammer clocked Grol upside the face. Grol retaliated, but Therkahn blocked the morningstar with their shield, knocking the dwarf back a bit into Grol’s chamber.
Eru screamed at Dirt to go apply pressure to the dwarf’s bleeding throat. He looked around and skittered across the room, doing as she asked. As Snarl watched Dirt run, Eru tried to stab the direwolf in the side, but missed.
Morgana’s wounds stabilized, but she was unable to awake from her sleep. Snarl charged at Therkahn, but they brought Lightbringer’s hilt down on his snout. “I said ‘Bad dog’!” and he whined.
The hobgoblin stood back up and began dragging Mew slowly down the hallway deeper into the castle. At the same time, Grol smashed his mace down on Therkahn’s head, rendering them unconscious. He looked across the room at Eru, “Are you ready to surrender?!” Eru flung out a string of the nastiest goblin curse worse Dirt had taught her. He appeared confused for a second, but lunged at her with his morningstar and missed. She countered with Ray of Frost, and barely an ice crystal formed that had very little effect. “Dirt, help me,” she cried out as Snarl attacked and bit her.
Mew awoke to the sensation of being dragged across the cold stone floor. She silently readied Talon and struck upward toward her kidnapper, striking him deep into the collarbone. He fell, dead. She stood and wandered back down the hallway to the fight.
Grol smashed into Eru with his morningstar and she retaliated with shocking grasp, but it fizzed out at her fingertips. She yelled for Dirt again, who ran up to her side, “What you need?” he asked. “Stab Grol with that dagger you have!!” He looked at Eru, then at Grol, and the dagger, questioning. Snarl nibbled on Eru further, and she fell unconscious at his furry feet.
Mew ran into Grol’s chamber and rifled through Therkahn’s pockets. She found a healing potion, uncorked it, shoved it in Therkahn’s open mouth, and hid behind the bodies of Morgana and the dwarf.
Dirt took his dagger and sliced at Grol, but missed. Angry, Grol swung at Dirt but he nimbly dodged the strike. Awake, Therkahn cast Guiding Bolt at Grol, swearing the entire time and yelling, “I’m going to steal your fucking dog!” A radiant light pierced Grol straight through the heart and he fell to his knees, screaming. Falling on his side, he reached a hand out silently toward Snarl and died.
Therkahn patted their knees at Snarl, “Who’s a good boy?” He growled and lunged at them, knocking them prone and taking a bite of their flesh. Everything faded to black once more for Therkahn.
From the corner, Mew fired another crossbow bolt, this one planted deeply into Snarl’s eye socket. He fell, dead, on top of his master’s corpse. Morgana’s eyes fluttered awake and she cast Cure Wounds on Therkahn.
Mew checked the unconscious dwarf next to her. He had bled out during the fight and was nothing more than a lifeless husk. Rummaging through his pockets, she found nothing. She forced open his mouth and searched for gold teeth: nothing. However, she did realize that the dead dwarf before her was none other than Gundren Rockseeker. She shared the news.
Therkahn healed Eru, who got up and ran to hug Dirt, who hugged her back. Smelly little goblin. She asked for the dagger back, which he willingly gave her.
They looted Grol’s corpse. Therkahn took the helmet, which was known as the Dread Helmet. Mew found 100 gold pieces Mew kept 40 for herself, and gave 20 to Therkahn, 20 to Morgana, and 20 to Eru. There were three healing potions and Therkahn, Morgana, and Eru took one. Mew just didn’t like potions. Therkahn cast Healing Word on Mew and Morgana.
Morgana shifted around the rubble at the exterior wall of the castle. After rummaging for a few minutes, she found a pair of leather boots that tingled with a bit of magical energy. She tucked them away.
Suddenly, a horn and a war cry were heard from the forest’s edge. Everyone looked at each other, ready to bolt out the castle, but…
Game Resumed 3/18/18
Startled by the sound of the war horn, the party was ready to flee, but before they did, Morgana asked Dirt if he wanted to be King of the Goblins. He excitedly agreed and she began gathering materials. Untying Scrum, and following Morgana’s lead, Therkahn deemed him the Hand of the King.
Mew pulled out one of the previously looted suits of goblin chainmail and helped Dirt put it on. Morgana crafted a crown out of vines that had hung from the ruined castle walls, a gold tooth she had in her pouch, and a gemstone provided by Eru. Mew and Therkahn both handed Morgana their fake emeralds and Morgana created a pin of vines and gems designating Scrum the Hand of the King. With a lavish speech by Morgana, the coronation of King Dirt concluded. Eru gifted him the jeweled dagger and Therkahn presented the king with a bottle of their looted brandy. “We seek safe passage from the castle,” Therkahn requested.
As he took the bottle, King Dirt’s eyes cleared and Eru’s charm faded. Terror overtook his features and he suddenly backed away, clutching the dagger and bottle. All of the memories of watching his comrades slain before his eyes came flooding back and he cowered. The horn of the approaching horde sounded once more, closer than before. In a mighty whoosh, the adventurers picked up their gear and ran through the halls of the castle, out the door opposite the direction of the horn, leaving King Dirt and Scrum alone in Grol’s chambers.
After fleeing at a quick pace for about an hour and no longer afraid they were being pursued, they found the perfect place to settle in for a well-deserved rest. Therkahn passed around a bottle of brandy and promptly passed out.
Eru took the first watch as her friends slept. Around midnight, she heard someone drunkenly singing in the forest. And the sound grew louder as it approached the perimeter of their camp. Peering into the darkness she recognized Drakon, the Barbarian that had aided them in quests before. He stumbled into camp and Eru offered him a swig of brandy. The rest of the night was uneventful and when everyone woke up in the morning, Drakon’s scarred and ale-flushed 12-year-old face greeted them.
In the morning, Eru divided the exotic fruit she purchased from the traveling merchants among the party. They all discussed what their group should be called. Morgana toyed with the boots she scored from the rubble and learned they were Winged Boots. While they were deep in conversation, Eru conjured a familiar and *poof* a warty toad appeared in her lap. “Everyone,” she squealed, “This is Hùbon! He’s my friend.” They all turned to look, then went right back to chatting about names. Eru fidgeted with the bone dice she stole from the priest and realized they were Charlatan’s Dice, which she eagerly offered to Mew. Mew snatched them away and pocketed them with a smile. Eru also pulled the decapitated goblin head out of her pack and tossed it at Bartholomew, “I got you something!” With his typical Bartholomew-smile, he tied it onto the belt next to his hairy skull. And suddenly with a whoop and a clap, a name was voted on.
“Crustulum Terrore,” Therkahn nearly yelled in excitement, “which loosely translates into Donut Panic!” Mmmm, pastries. The band of adventurers had a name! Crustulum Terrore!
Now that they had a name, and the group was well rested and ready to go…just where should they go? Thundertree had the jewels, but also had the dragon; Longsaddle was a very long journey; and Neverwinter was a nearby city. They opted for Neverwinter. Two and a half days of traveling through the plains and fields were uneventful and they finally found themselves at the 30-foot towering walls of Neverwinter’s gates. They could hear the hustle and bustle of the busy port town and smell the salt water spray of the ocean. They entered the big city and each quickly went on their own separate adventures and errands.
Mew was going to head to the blacksmith so Eru asked if she could either sell or get more information on the Neverwinter sword she snagged. She handed the sword to Mew and disappeared down the street. Mew hefted the sword and all of the metal bits they procured and made her way to the nearest blacksmith.
“Excuse me,” she said to the smitty.
“One minute,” he called back to her as he continued working. Several minutes later, Mew impatiently cleared his throat. The smitty ignored the interruption and continued to tinker.
“What can I do for you,” he finally asked as he wiped his sweaty hands on his apron.
Mew pulled out the old chainmail and various weapons Crustulum Terrore had found in their travels. “How much can I get for all of this?” She also pulled out the Neverwinter sword and asked if it was…special.
“Well, that there’s the symbol of the Lord’s Alliance,” he said as he pointed to the hilt of the sword. “I’ll give you 20 gold pieces for that sword. And 100 gold for the rest of the lot.”
“Done,” Mew said and laid down the equipment. As the smitty handed him a small sack of gold, Mew asked, “Have you heard of a mage named Hamun who may have come here a while ago?”
“Can’t say that I have. But if you’re looking for mages, try the Arcana District on the northeast side of town near the mage school.” She thanked him for the funds and left the shop.
Drakon and Therkahn sniffed out the nearest tavern and found the Emerald Diver. They sat at a table and Therkahn pulled out a handful of donuts out of their satchel, smashed them into their mouth, and challenged Drakon to a drinking contest. He didn’t bat an eye and immediately ordered two ales. The contest began. A few drinks in, Therkahn threw a few gold pieces at a random bar patron and slurred, “Lord’s Alliance! Here’s my dues…” and buried a beard already moist with ale into the bottom of another tankard. The surprised man took the gold pieces, rushed to the counter, ordered another ale, and slurped it up before Therkahn could realize the mistake.
Aria and Bartholomew went on the hunt for shops selling magical wares. Everything was far too expensive. Their hunt continued and led them to an apothecary. Unable to afford those wares either, Aria headed toward the tavern and Bartholomew continued on with his shopping spree alone.
Mew walked into the Emerald Diver, saw Therkahn and Drakon drinking heavily, and quickly ignored their smiling faces and waves; she pretended she didn’t know them and began talking to other patrons. As the drinking continued, Therkahn bust into drunken song and Drakor smashed two chairs and broke a table as the percussion accompaniment to the music. The air grew tense as the wood splintered and the singing became yelling. Mew shook his head and headed for the door. “Byeeee Mew,” Drakon yelled from the nearby table, reaching out as she passed, “Mewwwwwwwww!!!!” Mew reached out with her staff and grazed Drakon’s fingers in passing and enchanted him with Spider Climb. As he realized his hands were suddenly sticky, Drakon clung onto the tankard and climbed up to the ceiling, spitting on patrons from above.
Morgana asked around for any temples dealing with nature and learned that the Temple of Mielikki was across town.
Eru headed toward the arcane academy, which she learned was northeast. She stopped in awe at the towering spires of the academy as people passed her quickly by, heading in all directions with a sense of purpose and urgency. She found her way to the library and began searching through scrolls for any spells she may copy into her book. She spent several hours writing Unseen Servant into her spellbook, oblivious to the passing time or goings-on around her.
Back at the Emerald Diver, Drakon was heckling the bar patrons from above, continuing to spit and calling out names and obscenities. Therkahn copied him from the tabletops, falling off the table numerous times, stumbling back up, and heckling some more. Booze rained from the ceiling (thanks to Drakon) and sloshed from Therkahn’s wavering tankard. The tavern floor and patrons alike were spattered with the smelly brew. Empty tankards were flung upward toward Drakon, but he skillfully dodged the projectiles.
Mew made his way toward the arcana district in search of the academy, hoping to find more information on Hamun or the mysterious Arthindol.
Morgana finally found the stone walls of the Temple of Mielikki, Goddess of the Forest, and entered the open iron gate. Within the walls, there was no physical building: just the open sky and a beautiful lush garden with foliage of all types and tall ancient trees graced the presence of the worshipers. There were a few benches here and there, but most of the druids chose to rest on the ground or nearby boulders. Water danced from numerous fountains and a large stone figure stood in the center of the temple. Morgana walked up to the statue and knew it to be the likeness of Mielikki herself: a unicorn with a golden horn and blue sapphire eyes, its gaze directed toward the left. She followed her stare and came upon a tree covered in small white flowers, each petal glowed liked the moon. Morgana sat, leaned her palm against the tree, and left a secret message within for those who were able to discover it. Once complete, she stood, wished her fellow druids farewell, and searched for an apothecary.
Eru returned the scroll to the shelf, left the library, and began to ask the other students at the academy if any of them had heard of Hamun. Many just passed her by without flinching. Others stared at her for a moment, rolled their eyes, and continued walking. “Um, excuse me – “, “Have you heard of – “, “Hello?”, “Can you help me -”; she never got the entire request out.
Aria entered the Emerald Diver just as Drakon’s Spider Climb enchantment wore off and he plummeted to the floor with a mighty thud. He landed on three unsuspecting gnomes and was greeted with uproarious applause from patrons of the bar. A stranger slapped Drakon on the shoulder and handed him a fresh ale. Aria sneered and wandered toward the dart board and started a solo game.
Mew watched from the shadows of the arcane academy as Eru awkwardly and unsuccessfully tried to interact with the other students. Before Eru could see him, Mew turned the other way and headed toward the docks. She found a dark little hole-in-the-wall pub and struck up a conversation with the barkeep.
“I’m looking for a necromancer,” she said.
“Necromancer? Don’t know any of those…but I do know of a few clerics I can recommend,” he replied, using air-quotes to enunciate clerics.
“Clerics? No, I need a necromancer,” Mew insisted.
“Be careful about using that word around here,” he warned. “How many bodies you got?”
“How many do you need,” Mew asked.
“Nevermind. Come back tonight and I’ll introduce you to my cleric-friend.” A date was made.
On her prowl for an apothecary, Morgana asked if there was a zoo or an animal store in Neverwinter; there wasn’t. Saddened, she altered her path and entered the Emerald Diver. She saw Drakon leaning up against the counter, reaching behind the bar while the barkeep wasn’t looking, and pilfered a tinderbox. He headed toward Aria and her dart game. Morgana, wide-eyed, clucked her tongue, turned around, and immediately exited the bar.
Back at the apothecary, Bartholomew asked the shopkeeper if he would be interested in buying any of the severed limbs or bones he had in his possession. “Um, no, I won’t buy those here.” Not discouraged, Bartholomew exited the shop, pulled the hood of the cloak over his head, and headed toward the seedy side of town. Mew saw Bartholomew exit, cover his head, and walk toward the shadowed alleys. Worried, she followed at a distance; Bartholomew none the wiser. She followed him to a butcher shop and sneakily watched from the doorway. He walked up to the counter, plopped a bag down on the floor, and addressed the rotund butcher.
“How much would you give me for a very fresh goblin head, a tibia, and a fibia,” he asked.
Interested, the butcher took the goblin head and placed it on a scale, adding some weights to the opposite end until balanced. He bit his lip, stroked his chin, and replied, “I’ll give you 10 gold pieces.”
Bartholomew smiled, “Well, I think it’s worth 15 gold pieces.” He suddenly heard a creepy voice whisper, “Barry…take the moneyyyy..” as chills ran up and down his spine. He followed the words of the unseen advisor, took the gold, and shook the greasy hand of the butcher. Mew remained hidden as Bartholomew left the shop and continued down the road. She followed.
Eru found a local blacksmith and commissioned an iron ball about the size of her fist, covered in spikes. The smitty said it’d be ready in two days. She gave him 15 gold pieces and went in search of her friends at the Emerald Diver.
By this time, Drakon had ignited the tinder box and he and Aria were throwing flaming darts. The flames began to lick at the dart board and patrons shifted uneasily. The barkeep eyed from behind the counter. Morgana returned to the bar and ordered a drink.
Bored of following Bartholomew, Mew stepped off to find a victim. She followed a wandering merchant around and reached her dagger forward to free his coin purse from his belt. The unnamed Lord spotted the dagger, turned and knocked her hand away.
“What do you think you’re doing,” he demanded.
“I, uh – it was um dirty. I was going to clean it!”
“Do I need to call the guards,” he asked.
“No,” Mew lowered her head.
“Let’s not let it happen again!” And the merchant stormed off.
Aria took a break from the game of darts to ask around if anyone had any odd jobs for hire. Mostly manual labor and field work.
Eru sat down next to Morgana and ordered an ale. When the tankard arrived, she cast Tiny Servant and the mug sprouted arms and legs. “I shall name you Monte! Monte the Mug,” she squealed. Since it was filled to the brim with alcohol, the mug was instantly intoxicated and ran around the countertop, jumped off, and stumbled across the floor. Eru chased after it and once she caught Monte, his arms and legs flailing in the air as she held him aloft, she called out to Morgana, “I made a friend!!” Morgana smiled and sipped her beverage.
Therkahn grabbed a handful of darts from the table and began throwing them toward Drakon, aiming for his Barbarian butt. Three missed, but two sunk into his buttcheeks. He barely noticed as the darts sunk into his flesh as he continued to throw the own flaming darts at the target.
Bartholomew loaded up on supplies at the general store and, laden by his new wares, searched for a nearby potion store.
Feeling a bit buzzed, Morgana (now joined by the ever-sneaky Mew) stepped outside the pub. She produced a harp, which she began to play as Mew held out a hat for tips. A few people dropped a total of 5 copper pieces into the hat and they moved to the next corner. A larger crowd gathered around the harpist. Mew slipped away and into the crowd for a little sticky-finger-action. She missed a few marks, but managed to score a few: 12 copper pieces and 2 silver pieces magically found their way into Mew’s gluttonous coinpurse. When Morgana asked if Mew was able to steal any coins, Mew apologized, shaking her head.
Inside the pub, it was quite a scene: the dart board in flames, Drakon and Aria throwing burning darts, Eru jabbering to Monte and chasing him around, Therkahn throwing darts at Drakon’s ass, the broken furniture, the numerous abandoned projectile-tankards lying on the ground, and Morgana and Mew triumphantly re-entering the bar. A guard walked into the doorway and yelled, “Everybody, STOP!!!”; everyone froze. The guard walked up to Drakon and held out his hand. Drakon struck a pouty face, doused the flaming darts, and handed them to the guard. The tavern owner walked up threw a bucket of water at the dart board. He handed a few coins to the guard, who nodded and exited the building. Therkhan put 20 gold pieces on the bar, apologized for causing trouble, and the barkeep brought them two more tankards of ale. The barkeep and Therkhan discussed the troubles of the Lord’s Alliance and how the unrest was affecting business. Eru walked up with a wiggly Monte in her hands and inquired if she could purchase the mug. “I don’t want that animated mug. Five silver pieces and it’s yours.” She eagerly gave him the funds.
Aria sauntered up to a half-orc, wound her fingers around his ears, and worked her seductive wiles. She learned his name was Joe and everyone watched as they stood up and Joe led her up the the stairs toward a bedroom. About 20 minutes later, Joe snored on the bed and Aria rifled through his personal effects. She pocketed 3 gold pieces and joined her friends below.
Mew told everyone about her clandestine meeting with a necromancer at midnight. She and Eru travelled together toward the bar at the docks, but before they entered Eru put Hùbon in Mew’s pouch and she nestled into a safe corner, taking over her familiar’s sight and hearing. Monte peeked out from Eru’s pack and kept watch. Mew stepped inside and the barkeep introduced her to Bitters, a “cleric.” A short interview ensued and Mew stated he wasn’t skilled enough for her needs; he asked if Bitters knew of Hamun. Bitters knew that Hamun left for Baldur’s Gate a few days ago. Frustrated, Mew asked where there was a better bar in town. “That’ll be Minstrel’s Waterfall,” and he pointed in the general direction. Mew dropped 10 silver pieces in his hand and left, grabbed Eru, and returned Hùbon to Eru’s pocket.
Aria left the Emerald Diver and wandered around town in search of a cat. Several cats scampered away from her, but she was finally able to corner one in an alley. As she tried to grab it, it hissed wildly and she thought better of it, and left the creature in peace. She wandered along the stores, window shopping, until exhaustion overtook her and she fell asleep along the street.
Drakon, still singing drunkenly, exited the pub and found the local brothel. He spent some coin and enjoyed the rest of the evening with the “talent.”
Therkahn’s head hit the bar as they finally passed out with a mighty belch and a thud.
Morgana slumbered in the Temple beneath the moon-petal tree surrounded by the nature she loved so much.
Mew, Eru, Hùbon, and Monte purchased a room for two nights at the Minstrel’s Waterfall, enjoyed warm baths and a solid night’s sleep.
Bartholomew found Peter’s Potions and spent the evening talking to Pete about how to create potions, and they talked long into the night. Bartholomew only fell asleep as the dawn’s rays began to filter in through the window of Pete’s shop.
The next morning, everyone somehow managed to find each other and they all caught up on the night’s happenings over breakfast. Bartholomew pointed at Eru’s mug; Monte had returned to his regular-tankard-status.
“Um, do you think you can animate my hairy skull,” he asked as he patted the skull on his belt.
“Sure, if you’d let me borrow your moon crystal during the full moon,” she replied.
“Uh, but it’s attached to my staff,” he said.
“Then, only if I can borrow your staff during the full moon. I’ll animate your skull whenever you want,” she offered.
“I’m gonna have to think on it,” Bartholomew said, as he smiled, and continued to devour breakfast.
After eating, Bartholomew and Aria went to the docks to do some fishing. After a few hours, they were able to each catch one fish.
Mew, Morgana, and Eru headed back toward the arcana district in search if any mages that could help Mew with her “issues.” They learned that the only techniques that may find Mew some relief were all experimental and possibly dangerous. She decided to handle her issues the way he always had – in secret. She declined their services.
Therkhan and Drakon asked around for a gym. There were no gyms (nobody knew what those were), but they were pointed toward the guard’s quarters for the training dummies. They hacked and slashed for a good portion of the morning. Afterward, Therkahn ventured toward the Lord’s Alliance headquarters to pay dues (they had forgotten they paid the night before). Everyone at the Lord’s Alliance seemed disheveled, disorganized, and spoke in hushed tones.
Mew, Morgana, and Eru joined Therkhan at the Lord’s Alliance. Eru made sure her family signet ring was visible to the receptionist when she asked if they could speak to Sildar. “Right away, Miss,” and she disappeared behind a door. A few minutes later, Sildar entered into the room.
“It’s so good to see all of you alive and well,” he stated, smiling.
“I’m afraid we have some bad news, Sildar,” Mew replied, “I’m sorry to tell you that we discovered Gundren Rockseeker, naked and dead.”
“Oh, that is terrible news. Do you know what happened?”
Mew filled Sildar in about the death of King Grol and the rise of King Dirt, along with his Hand of the King, Scrum. She also told him how the creature named Vyerith who murdered Gundren, pilfered something from his corpse, and escaped. He described to Sildar the whereabouts and layout of Cragmaw Castle.
“Very well. We shall look into this and I will see if the Lord’s Alliance can recognize your efforts,” he stated. “Have you had a chance to handle business in Longsaddle for me?”
“Um…” Eru stated, “Not yet.”
“Soon, I hope. Where are you all staying,” he asked.
“Currently at the Minstrel’s Waterfall, but only for tonight. We cannot afford the extravagance,” Mew told Sildar.
“We’ll cover the costs of your accommodations for the remainder of your stay,” Sildar announced. Smiles all around!
“Sildar,” Mew asked, “having proven myself useful, is there any way I can join the ranks of the Lord’s Alliance?”
“I don’t see why not. The staff here will set you up,” and he directed Mew to the receptionist.
After filling out some paperwork and taking an oath, Mew received a brass signet ring as a new member of the Lord’s Alliance. Therkahn beamed from nearby and Eru rolled her eyes and grunted.
Therkahn walked up to Sildar and asked, “What can you tell me about all of the unrest I’ve been hearing about with the Lord’s Alliance?”
“That,” Sildar answered, his tone quieting, “is because we are missing two councilmembers, and a third has been found murdered. We must restore balance to the council in order to ease the rising unrest.”
Eru stepped up to their conversation, putting her hand on Therkahn’s shoulder, “May I suggest Therkahn as a council member? They’ve more than proven themself to the Alliance.” Therkahn stood a little taller, if that’s even possible for a dwarf.
“Uh, Therkahn needs more experience and will need to keep trying to impress those of power at the Lord’s Alliance. One day,” he said, “maybe…If you’d excuse me,” and he hurriedly returned to his tasks. Everyone left the building and went about their separate ways.
Bartholomew and Aria prepared a fish stew for their friends. They argued about the ingredients. Aria sucked down the tail of a lizard as Bartholomew nearly threw up.
“It belongs in the stew,” she said.
“You just don’t know what good taste is!”
They headed toward the market and purchased turnips, potatoes, and carrots.
Mew wandered the streets, looking for evidence of thieves in Neverwinter. She caught wind of thieves’ cant every once in a while, but only mumblings and he wasn’t able to overhear what was being said. Drakon spent the day throwing rocks at people from atop a bridge. Eru met with the blacksmith and picked up her spikey ball. Therkahn hunted down a mapmaker and bought several maps of the area. Bored, Mew and Drakon made their way to the sewers and hunted meat. They killed three sewer rats and delivered them to Aria for the stew. Morgana shopped around for sleeping potions, but everything was far too expensive. Instead, she purchased a few empty vials.
Later that night, Eru soaked in the bath, enjoyed a smoke on her platinum pipe while Hùbon swam around her. Warm and comfy, she went to bed. Aria gutted the rats and hung them from the ceiling to dry. She fell asleep shortly afterward and Bartholomew cut down the rats and threw them away outside. He then went back to the market and purchased Earl Grey, Oolong, and Chamomile teas. Therkahn enjoyed a long overdue bath before falling asleep.
While Eru was sleeping, Mew snuck out into the night. She stalked a noble through the streets and raised her crossbow, aimed, and fired. It whizzed right by the nobleman’s head and he cried out for the guards. Looking around, no one spotted Mew as she melted back into the shadows, cursing her luck. She returned to the Minstrel’s Waterfall.
Eru awoke with no sign of Mew and panicked. She animated Monte once more and as she cried to him, worried about the Missing Mew, Monte’s little tankard-hands stroked her hair until she fell back asleep.
Bartholomew, Aria, and Mew drank tea while Morgana ate a bowl of stew.
“You know what this could really use? Some lizard tail,” she said.
Aria jabbed an elbow into Bartholomew’s side, “See?!?!!!”
The next morning, everyone ate the leftover fish stew for breakfast and discussed their plans for the day. They thought about going after the jewels and the young dragon at Thundertree. After asking around, they learned that it was believed this particular dragon spewed acid at its victims…and that no party had ever returned alive. Buried in books at the library, Therkahn and Aria learned a lot about dragons, but not enough to comfortably pursue the quest. It was suggested that Morgana and Eru (through Hùbon) recon the area, but it was deemed too dangerous. Therkahn suggested heading to Longsaddle, but Eru whined that it was too far away.
Bored with the logistics and planning, Mew skulked off to find another noble to try to victim to pilfer or murder. After several attempts, she was unable to lure any unsuspecting folk down dark alleyways to their demise.
Therkahn and Eru headed back to the Lord’s Alliance in search of odd jobs that paid well. There were the standard bodyguard gigs to protect wandering merchants, which paid about 15 gold per person. Or there was a pesky troll that was stirring up some trouble in the mountain passes that promised 150 gold pieces if the party returned with proof of its demise, preferably a severed head. They opted for the troll and the Alliance drafted up the contract. Therkahn signed on behalf of Crustulum Terrore.
After two days of uneventful travel they found themselves at the foothills of the mountains. Drakon found and followed a set of giant footprints, the party tailed behind him. It led to a dark cave, and the hulking form of the troll could be seen within, its back facing the mouth of the cave. Slurping, crunching, and cracking of bones could be heard as the troll dined unawares of the danger behind it.
From a safe distance and up against a tree, Mew raised her heavy crossbow and filed a bolt. It struck the troll, but barely stuck in the thick hide. The troll stood, it’s massive form turning around and growling, and stepped forward. Morgana cast Entangle, but the vines were no match for the troll’s thick ankles. They snapped with the strain and the troll lumbered forward.
Bartholomew stepped close to Drakon, drew his shortbow, and fired an arrow. Again, the arrow just grazed the thick flesh of the troll, but sunk a little into the shoulder. The troll brushed away the arrow, breaking it at the tip.
Therkan summoned a spiritual warhammer directly over the head of the troll and slammed its ribcage. Bones could be heard snapping. Therkahn followed with a shot from the crossbow, and the bolt sunk in deep.
Drakon hurled a javelin toward the troll, but it landed harmlessly between his feet. Aria cast blind and successfully blinded the troll. It charged, stomping and flailing, but missed. Everyone watched as his wounds healed a bit. Mew fired a second bolt, but it shattered against the troll. Morgana cast Moonbeam and bathed the troll in its glorious light.
Bartholomew let loose another arrow, piercing the troll’s side. He then charged forward and punched it at the side of the kneecap, knocking the troll prone. He punched it once more, landing a hammer blow to the shoulder.
Therkahn moved their spiritual weapon above the prone troll and bopped it with the weapon. They also ran forward and struck out with the warhammer, but missed. Drakon rushed forward, pulled out his longsword, and whacked off a few troll fingers. It howled in the moonlight. Eru flung a firebolt at the troll, the embers sealing the healing wounds. Aria followed suit and hurled a fireball. It exploded and engulfed the troll in flames; screaming and writhing until it lay dead. Therkahn decapitated the troll as Morgana ran inside the cave and dismembered the horse that the troll had been eating, bagging up the limbs to sell at market.
Inside the cave, they found broken wagons and supply crates, an assortment of gems worth 50 gold pieces, and a lizard tail. Aria ate the tail while Bartholomew gathered some of the torn vines from the ground. They decided to rest before heading back to Neverwinter.
~ Again, I am a layman. I do not hold any college degrees, nor mastery of knowledge. Please take what I say with a grain of salt. If curious, do your own research Validate my writings. Or challenge them. And ALWAYS feel free to consult with your physician. Always. Yours ~ Lisa
The Ohlone Herbal Center published Whitney Staeb’s apprenticeship paper in October 2016 about the holistic treatment approaches of Endometriosis. If you’d like to read the 16-page report in it’s entirety, please click here.
It discusses herbs and flower essences that may help ease inflammation and symptoms. Although it does not discuss doses, it does talk about the supposed medicinal properties of each and combinations that may help during cycles. If intrigued, read the paper and consult with your healthcare provider and an herbalist.
Diet and proper nutrition play a large role possibly controlling Endometriosis symptoms. She identifies some “ideal foods” that may be incorporated into, and excluded from, your diet.
Lifestyle changes such as switching feminine hygiene products, exercising, taking warm baths, using heating pads, and practicing good self-care may also ease the physical and mental issues of Endometriosis.
I encourage you to read her paper yourself (click here). See if any of it speaks to you. And, again, please do your own research (look for the pros and cons of each listed suggestion) and speak with your healthcare provider before starting any new regimen.
Have you ever, or do you presently, take any of the herbs/supplements referenced in this paper? Please share your experiences with us in the comments below. Your journey may help others!
On March 5, 2016, an event was held in Toronto, Canada called “Naturally Speaking, It’s Endo.” It was a workshop with several presenters on natural techniques that you could use to manage your Endometriosis symptoms and pain. I asked Michelle, one of the organizers of the event, if she and her cohorts would answer a few questions for our blog, and they did! Not only that, but they offers some amazing highlights from each of the speakers below. They also offered some beautiful door prizes and a luncheon for the attendees.
This once again goes to show that you don’t have to be huge organization to prepare an event. This was put together by two women; two very strong women with a vision! I always say it because it’s, true, but “Together, we can do great things!”
Who helped organize and plan the event?
It was basically myself with the help of our office manager, Elaina. We also had support from The Endometriosis Network Canada (TENC) to help promote the event, but the planning and organization was just Elaina and I.
How long had it been in the works? (If you can believe it, many EndoSisters ask me these two questions because they’d like to prepare events in their area, too, and it’s something that many people want to know)
I initially wanted to do this event last September and had started thinking about it in July. But since I was getting married in October, I felt I was being pulled in too many directions at that time. I contacted TENC to see if they were planning anything in March for endometriosis awareness month. When they said they didn’t have any plans I told them I was interested in planning an event about natural ways to manage endo symptoms. We often get asked by women about what options exist in natural healthcare if they don’t want to use medication, or if they are on medication, what options can provide complementary support. TENC said they would help us spread the word about the event, so I started planning the speakers and event content around late November to early December. I booked a venue in January and we started promoting the event right away. I have helped plan events before so I know in order for the event to be successful, you should give yourself at least 6 months to plan, organize and promote the event.
How many attendees did you have?
We had 12 attendees.
I see that you have 5 guest speakers, covering topics from nutrition, naturopathic medicine, chiropracticcare, restorative exercise, and skin care/make-up. How did these topics tie-in to Endometriosis care, treatment, and support?
I wanted to give women a variety of options for treatments because each woman is going to have a different experience with endometriosis. In holistic medicine we believe that every person is a unique individual, and what works for one person with endo, may not work for another. So the speakers offered 5 different options that can be used separately, or in conjunction with each other. I also know that other illnesses/diseases can occur simultaneously with endometriosis, such as weak pelvic floor muscles. These five different perspectives encompass a treatment plan for the whole person because what we eat, the supplements we take, our breathing and posture, our exercise regime and what we put on our skin all affect endometriosis symptoms.
Were there highlights of each that you’d care to share? I know that feeling well, inside AND out, can dramatically help an EndoSister feel better about her condition.
I can share highlights from each presentation.
From a nutrition perspective: the aim of the diet should be to help reduce inflammation to help reduce symptoms. The best way to do this is with a veggie centric diet which is dairy and gluten free, high in fibre and healthy fats, and low in carbohydrates. www.greystoneshealth.com
From the restorative movement: The way you move every day makes a big difference to your pelvic floor health. Walking more, sitting in chairs less, not wearing high heels, and not sucking in your stomach are all great ways to start caring for your pelvic floor. www.movementrevolution.ca
From a skincare perspective: what we put on our skin is directly absorbed into our body. Some ingredients used in skincare products are toxic and can mimic the estrogen hormone, so be an aware consumer and look for organic, natural options for skincare and makeup products. http://www.arbonne.com/pws/christiepawliw/tabs/home.aspx
From a naturopathic perspective: the very first thing that needs to be done to help reduce symptoms from endometriosis (even before looking at hormones) is to reduce inflammation and ensure a healthy gut ecology. Once this is done, the hormones will balance much easier, especially with incorporation of some mind/body work. Lastly, the Dutch hormone panel is a new test that provides a deeper look at the hormone balance in a person with endometriosis. www.greystoneshealth.com
From a chiropractic perspective: Deep breathing techniques will help to support the pelvic floor and core muscles. Your pelvic floor acts as a second diaphragm and when everything is working together, the nervous system is better supported and helps to reduce symptoms such as low back pain. www.backinbalanceclinic.ca
I also see that representatives from The Endometriosis Network Canada was present. Could you tell me more about that? What did they talk about? Any future events coming up? More support for local EndoSisters in that area?
Yes. I asked them to come and do a brief talk at the beginning of the event about what they do in case any women in attendance hadn’t heard of them before.
As of right now, we don’t have any future events planned. However, we do write blog articles for TENC and any other endo publications that are interested.
I know tickets were $20-30 and the price of admission included snacks, a make-up tutorial, and a chanceto win door prizes. Where else did the funds go? I’m assuming overhead and payment for the guest speakers? Anything else?
The event was $20 and included admission, food and a chance to win door prizes. We initially tried offering a discounted rate so that it would encourage people to buy tickets ahead of time because we were offering food and needed a sense of numbers to prepare for. However, we weren’t selling a lot of tickets and were told that sometimes women with endo don’t know until the day before an event if they will feel well enough to attend. So we kept the price at $20. We wanted to keep the price low so it was affordable, but we needed a way to make back some of the money we paid for expenses. So essentially all the money we made from the event went to cover some of the overhead expenses, and we (meaning
Greystones Health) covered the rest.
If you could do anything differently, what would it be?
I don’t think so. We put a lot of effort into this event and were pleased with the result.
Any advice for EndoSisters reading this entry today?
In regards of event planning, be sure to give yourself lots of time to plan the event, and also consider the timing for the event. From my experience both planning and attending events, events held during the summer months usually have less people because people are busy outdoors enjoying the weather. When the weather is cooler, people are more likely to look for something to do.
In regards of a health perspective, my partner, Dr. Steyr has had success treating women with endo as a naturopathic doctor, whether it was managing symptoms or helping them prepare for pregnancy. I’ve heard many women say that they’ve run out of options to manage their endo symptoms, and so we want to give them a message of hope. There is always a way to better health, and it’s important to realize that this is a process which can take some time, but we’re here to help and support these women as they journey on their path to better health.
For more information on any of the participants involved in the workshop, please see the links below.
Greystones Health: A Toronto based natural healthcare team offering naturopathic medicine and nutrition counselling. They also work with Back in Balance for chiropractic services.
Michelle Heighington: registered nutritionist. Michelle is also able to meet with patients via Skype! If you’re interested, please reach out to her for more information.
Christie Pawliw: independent consultant for Arbonne International. Christie is available by e-mail if you’d like more information about skincare. Please feel free to contact her for more information.
The Endometriosis Network Canada: A volunteer-run, incorporated, not-for-profit organization whose mission is to facilitate & promote a patient-centred approach to managing endometriosis.
I want to thank Michelle, Elaina, Greystones Health, each of the presenters, and The Endometriosis Network Canada for taking the time to help spread the word about Endometriosis, other treatment options, and taking the time to respond to our questions. Keep up the great work!
Here we go again! Discussing taboo topics that nobody ever really wants to talk about.
You may remember a few months ago I met with a gastroenterologist to discuss my complaints of pain before, during, and after bowel movements. Didn’t read it? Check it out here. Anyway, he referred me to a colorectal surgeon here in San Diego for some further testing. A few months later and my insurance finally approved the appointment! And *poof* my very first visit to a colorectal surgeon took place last week (nearly five months after my initial visit with my PCP to discuss these complaints)…
Again, we talked about my Endometriosis and my fear that it may be on my bowels due to my recently-returned issues with stabbing daggers and pain, constipation, and diarrhea. He (and I) also agreed with the GI’s plan to ride out the symptoms as best I can until a second Endo excision surgery is (if needed) ever scheduled…we’d check out the bowels then rather than scheduling a potentially needless exploratory surgery.
Butt (haha see what I did there?) Dr. Worsey (the colorectal surgeon) wanted to examine my guts with a little camera, which is something I’ve never had done and wanted to make sure I checked out fine. Two enemas that morning before my appointment and now I’m in a very (dis)graceful pose on a mechanical table, my toosh up in the air 45 degrees and my face pointed toward the floor. Let me tell you : a flexible sigmoidoscopy is not a pleasant experience. Not one bit and I took the rest of the day off of work due to the discomfort.
So, everything inside my bowel (up to the sigmoid colon) looks great. The only thing he found wrong was an anal fissure. Well now, that doesn’t sound good…It’s a tear in your bunghole or your bunghole canal. “But how can a tiny little tear cause such severe pain throughout my pooping process,” I wondered. Apparently, they can cause “severe pain during, and especially after, a bowel movement, lasting from several minutes to a few hours,” rectal bleeding, itching, and funky butt discharge…all of which I have had in the past. And 10% of patients who visit colorectal surgeons for poopy pain end up having anal fissures. So he gave me fierce instructions with a wagging finger to include more fiber in my diet and gave me a gallon-size ziploc baggy of sample packets of various fiber powder packets. He also prescribed…medicated suppositories *oh joy* to help the fissure to heal.
So, since February 10, 2016, I’ve been drinking my powder fiber drink (easing it into my diet once a day per the instructions; will eventually up that dosage to three times per day) and using my nightly suppositories (he gave me a 12-day supply). And guess what?
My gut still burns right before I have to poo…but that’s nice because it’s a kind of tell that I better get over there soon. But since two days after my appointment and medication regimen, I haven’t felt the daggers/stabbing pain/glass tear through the length of my gut. Or the excruciating stretching/tearing pain of my poop-hole, either. My poops have been…quick, easy, and dare I jinx it…normal. And every day…sometimes multiple times a day! I used to go maybe once every 3 days…this is so much better!
But what does fiber have to do with helping my pain? And my Endo? And my peace of mind? Well, besides smoothing out the transportation of my angry poos, it is believed that fiber may actually decrease excess levels of estrogen in the body by binding to it and pooping it out. Why is that important? Many physicians believe that Endometriosis is an estrogen-driven disease. It’s also believed to do the same with toxins and the “bad things” in our guts.
I eat a lot of fruits, veggies, and beans in my diet. I figured that was enough fiber for me…apparently not.
Looking for good fiber to include in your diet? I went through the sample packets given to me by my colorectal surgeon (these included Metamucil and Konsyl). Read the labels! All of the sugar-free samples contained Aspartame. And they also all contained psyllium, which may plug you up worse if you’re not drinking enough water. Do your research and find the right one for you. I take Maxi Health Fibermaxonce a day…I used to drink it with orange juice, until I realized how much sugar was in OJ. Now I drink it with watered down V8 Harvest Vegetables. And it gets me half my daily requirement of fiber, and I’d like to think I get the rest of it with my daily food : 1 serving of shredded wheat with berries, as well as snacking on fruits and veggies.
I’d like to believe that the anal fissure was causing my very painful bowel movements and that the addition of fiber and these medicated suppositories have helped immensely. As of right now, I don’t have the painful poopy complaints that I’ve had of late. So I’d like to believe the anal fissure was the sole cause of my crazy pain in my gut. And that the fiber intake and healing suppositories will fix it. Time will tell. And anal fissures may recur at any time due to a hard or strainful poo…so if I keep up on my fiber regimen, it’ll be interesting to see what happens. And if the symptoms return or worsen, I will advise my colorectal surgeon and we’ll go from there. And feel comfortable that if I do go in for a second excision surgery, they’ll be taking an in-depth glance at the exterior of my bowels to make sure there aren’t any Endo implants. I’ve now laid a foundational relationship with my PCP, my gyno, the gastroenterologist, and the colorectal surgeon. They each understand my concerns and my Endometriosis diagnosis. And each of these physicians have stated how much they enjoy working with each other, so I’m having fun building my Team. 🙂
I’ve spoken with several EndoSisters (who don’t know if they have Endo on their bowels or not) who have also complained of the same stabbing/knives/glass dragging through their gut pain, or painful poops. I encourage you all to see your physician and get a referral to a specialist in the butt-area. It may be Endo (or not), but it may be something else…possibly as simple as a lack of fiber in your diet or a tear on your butthole. (Sorry, just really trying to keep this lighthearted…rhymes with farted…hehe).
And, remember, “Some people are so positive, that when they slip in dog poop, they pirouette.” ~Josh Stern
*Have you had poopy gut pain and found out the cause? Feel free to drop us a comment! I’d love to hear what it was, if you fixed it, and how…*