The party climbs to top of tower and sees that there are hundreds of demons. Town has been evacuated to the Dragon's den and are safe behind metal doors. Davian notices a dragon tail on a distant mountain range. Darwin attempts to call for boots but does not get a response. The group needs a plan to get to the mountain. Gran says that there is a secret passage of tunnels, but that they have to distract the demons. Cantankerous, Gran and two guards are with an old fairy in the kitchen. The group hears muffled wails of pain. The guard is grinding the fairy into dust which is put into ale. Cantankerous drinks the ale and runs out into demon horde. The group see that Chippy & Jumpy are standing on a roof. The door closes behind Cantankerous. The group hears explosions. Regalia leads the group through secret tunnels which come out next to the dragon's den.
They travel through a corn field, across a creek and come out at an upslope towards a plateau. They hear noises that they r
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I’ve seen a sight I hope not to see again any time soon. We arrived back at the dragon’s home to find a horde of demons surrounding the city. Hundreds of them were attempting to climb what pitiful walls the city could claim. We circled around to the front gates away from the bulk of the horde. As we got closer to the gate we could observe them more closely. They didn’t appear to be acting how I’d consider ‘demons’ to act, though I’m not entirely sure why I’d say that. There were several different kinds of demons, but seem to lack any kind of organization or hierarchy, instead attacking anything and everything in a crazed and disorganized fashion.
As we debated how to get Cantankerous to the palace, Lead Tiger shifted his unconscious form across his shoulders. We knew that the only way to
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Coming up next on the Pirate Channel, DRUNK HISTORY:
Gather ‘round ye lot, I’m goin' t' be tellin' ye a story…
Followin' th' noisy, slimy destruction o' th' giant mushroom dear ol' mum, bless her black soul goddess, a secret passage be discovered through th' gelatinous mess.
Davian, th' rogue, makes his way along th' passage t' a room dominated by an even bigger darker stinkier mushroom giant.
Davian throws another packet o' fungicide but did not notice huge spore-roids until they were chasin' that scurvey dog back down th' passage. The ornery cuss attempts t' close th' door t' keep th' spore-roids out and Myrna, th' fighter, moves t' assist.
Th' door flies open throwin' Myrna back. Yo-ho-ho!
Two spor-roids come noisily into th' room ready t' fight! Splice the mainbrace!
One spor-roid slams th' fighter into th' wall but somehow also throws itself into th' wall causin' more damage t' itself than t
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It is still with great caution that I regard the Gnome, Larm. Anyone with the kind of command over magical plants that he displayed could kill me faster by accident than on purpose, and that's a dangerous capability for an ally.
In a castle dungeon full of illogical magic and bizarre creatures, a guide is probably a bigger asset than any weapon. Such was the party's priority when we formed a pact with Larm to clear out his fungus problem, a side of his irresponsible experimentation, no doubt. The group had proven strong against pigs, bandits, zombie dragons, and ogres in the past, so a walking mushroom seemed beatable, and the Gnome could show us our way out afterwards, or perhaps even to treasure.
Larm had five sacks full of antifungal dust. He called them Packets. Although the antifungal dust would burn the mushrooms and mold up, the fungi were showing evolution. They could coat the packets in their vile goop, and stop the packet from dispersing dust. We wou
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As the mirrored door slammed shut on Davian Dawntracker, the dim light of his party's magical torch vanished completely, leaving him alone in pitch black.
"Shit!" said Davian. "SHIT! SHIT!" He shouted, gradually concluding that the creature he'd discovered had taken his shape. If his party fell for the trick, surely, they would wind up handing the duplicated staff to Cantankerous. A powerful wizard would never fall for such a cheap party trick, and might react badly. He had to escape, and quickly.
"First, a light!" he thought to himself, and began the magical gesture to bring about dancing lights. He repeated the process several times with no results. "I really should have paid attention to that training," he sighed, before suddenly losing his temper entirely and kicking the door. He felt a sharp pain as the mirror broke and sliced into his leg. "Goddamn you! let me out of here!" He screamed, beating on the door with his fist. "That
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Here is the continuation of our adventure within the wizard's cabin.
Once we made our exit from the termite hole we heard what we first thought was a bird. Instead, once we took a closer look we realized it was a Stirge. A horrendous mix between a giant mosquito and a bat. Presumably this must have been the wizard's familiar. We deviced a few plans to deal with it for without its master it had turn feral and hostile towards anything that presented itself as a meal; in this case us.
Our two options were as follows; lure it with a termite into some runic mines courtesy of our cleric or have our bard fascinate it for a short while until we could make our exit. We decide on the former with our rogue throwing a snare for good measure. If it succeeds the Stirge would be both damage and trapped, an easy target for the rest of our party. It did succeed, partially, the Stirge fell for the runes and triggered them but proves too qui
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