Here is the full party:
Niblog the Untrustworhty = Assassin PC
Exardell = Mystic PC
Duffles the Unfortunate = Mage PC
Joan = Fighter NPC
Glevina = Elven Ranger NPC
Sherry = NPC Cleric
Broon the Smart Hobgoblin = Hobogoblin NPC who carries a torch / manages finances
Hans = Fighter PC (player is unable to join for a while, so he is sitting at the tavern and visiting the horribly wounded former adventurers)
We have a new party member! Duffles the Unfortunate, a mage with a funny hat. It only took 45 seconds to get them up to speed (We kill stuff, take the gold from the dead, we have a powerful magic sword that we did not return to the town like we promised, and we killed the concubine of a powerful demon). The player was a little shocked, but went along with the party anyway.
The party’s track record of murdering evil priests before they can call for help has finally been broken. A priest was able to call for help before getting cut down, so a massive tentacled beast came up behind the party. Joan bravely stood up to the monster, but one failed saving throw later and she went mad, forcing the rest of the party to adapt to their meatshield being mostly useless. They prevailed in the end and sent Joan into a cleared out room to rest.
Upon hearing the death scream of a woman near by, the party rushed to the altar where the high priest of Dread K’tulu and his associates had just finished sacrificing a maiden to his foul deity. Temporarily down a party member, Niblog the Assassin pulled out the Rod of Strange Things and used it for the first time. An inter-dimensional portal opened up and the high priest disappeared…as did his loot.
The spirit broken by the removal of the high priest, the other priests had little fight in them. A well-cast Sleep spell knocked them out.
Sherry the Cleric consecrated the altar of Dread K’tulu to be the purposes of Law… and things…went south.
“Does Seduction [proficiency] help me with tying people up?”*
Yes, one of the players actually said this.
Luckily, the party wanted to tie them up securely, not for licentious purposes.
Once they were tied up and dragged to the altar, the party slapped them awake. The interrogation began. Sort of.
“What are you going to do? Sacrifice us?” said the priests who were tied up on the altar.
“That’s on the table” said the party.
Do I like puns?
After a few questions, the party ran a spear through the priests and ended the interrogation.
Then, the party took Joan back to town and spent some time to remove her madness. After all, what is madness, but a mental disease? Why couldn’t Cure Disease correct it?
Now with a new mage in the party, they can use some of the scrolls and wands they have been collecting, combat is about to get freaky…
Players will try to find a new use for anything.
Remembering the Fallen
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* I tried to find a fun picture to go with this. PRO TIP: Never search “tied up” even with safe search on