Campaign Chronicles

Day Five of the Odinsleep; (12:06 pm) Ra'ziir recoils in surprise at being hit by this Malekith. The bladesinger continues to hold Grumbar's Razor in one hand as he rapidly gesticulates with the fingers of the other, “Festinare” he whispers, pointing to each of his companions as his spell takes hold. Suddenly, he, Grotto, and Cedron are all imbued with great speed. He tightens his grip on his sword once more and bounds in, blade flashing. Once again, his aggressive action temporarily suppresses his spell. The Svartaelf takes full advantage to jab with his spear when the opportunity presents itself. The weapon pierces the bladesinger's magically hardened flesh as easily as tissue paper, punching through the lower right side of the abdomen and bursting clean through. Ra'ziir's smoking obsidian blade slashes back and forth, leaving a trail of ash that serves to obscure him from view. The sharpened volcanic stone hits and hits again before Malekith manages to ...

"Pretty Penelope" is a customized harpoon gun developed by Captain Barbara S. S. Quigley. Instead of a spearhead, the harpoon is capped with a suction cup that sticks to its prey to prevent damage to the target’s hide (ranged touch attack to hit). The roll is made with a -2 penalty to the attack due to the poor aero/hydrodynamics of the suction cup. The trailing line is 100' long. When a target is hit opposed Strength checks between wielder and target. The line spools or unspools 10' in  of the winner. If the line reaches 100', the target slips loose and escapes. If the line reaches 0', the target is considered to be caught and entangled.  Pretty Penelope does have a fitting that allows it to be attached to a shipboard winch, giving the wielder a +5 bonus to their Strength check. Ranged Weapon     Dmg Type     Crit     RoF     Mag     SZ     Purchase DC Pre...

Mari Lwyd CR: 1     Large Fey     HD: 3d6+6     Hp: 18 Init: +6     Spd: 60' AC: 13 (-1 size, +2 Dex, +2 Natural), ff: 11, t: 11 Attack: (BAB +1; Grap +7); +2 Bite: 2d6+2 SA: - - SQ: DR5/Cold Iron, Immunity to Cold; Inviolate Sanctuary,  Low-Light Vision Align: CN      Saves: Fort +5, Ref +5, Will +4 Str: 14, Dex: 15, Con: 14, Int : 10, Wis: 12, Cha: 14 Skills: Read/Write and Speak Sylvan and the dominant language of the region they live in; Appraise +6 (additional +2 w/ food and drink); Craft (Brewing) +6; Craft (Cooking) +6; Intimidate +8; Knowledge (Local) +6; Perform (Singing) +8 Feats: Great Fortitude; Run Environment: Always in a settlement Organization: Solitary A white-cloaked figure with the face of a skeletal horse standing outside the front door. It sings insulting rhymes, demanding to be let inside. The lady of the house sings back, also in rhyme, re...

Day Five of the Odinsleep; (12:06 pm) With Spewer's prodding, Shadow turns his attention from the trap door and, upon hearing the sounds of battle below, moves to the edge of the tower to investigate. He sees Grotto, Kysek, and Niklas gathered at the second floor window and quickly determines that, for now, they probably have the situation well in hand. He notes Raven's absence mutters, “Sounds about right,” and moves to the other end of the roof and peers over the side. He draws his rapier and dagger and whispers, “Anytime, Raven,” He is rewarded a moment later as the elf steps out into the open with both swords in hand roaring a challenge at the Jotun guard. The drow smiles, knowing that there are few things in the multiverse that are more deadly to giants than the elf and his cursed blade. As the thunderous roar of the lightning blot fades, Ra'ziir focuses on his own magic and makes a swift gesture with one hand, “Magia dispelle,” he utters, flickering into view f...

Dating back to March of 2016, in this scene, the party learns that the Mayor of Hamelin has squandered the entirety of the city budget on new clothes instead of paying the Pied Piper for taking care of the city's rat problem... Ra'ziir turns his gaze upon the tailor, his arcane sight sweeping across the tailor’s hands and sees that there is no cloth, no thread, invisible or otherwise. He snatches the man by the wrist, "I don't know what this scoundrel has told you, Mr. Mayor, but it seems pretty clear that he has pulled the proverbial wool over your eyes!"  The tailor snatches his hand away, rubbing at his bruised wrist, and smiles at the Mayor, sweat beading along his hairline, "See your honor? It is just as I said."  The mayor nods, "Worry not, fair travelers. You see these clothes are made from the most magnificent fabrics imaginable. Not only are colors and patterns uncommonly fine, but clothes made of this cloth have a wonderful way of becom...

Day Five of the Odinsleep; (12:06 pm) Shadow focuses his arcane sight upon the trap door, extending his senses into the realm unseen as he searches for mystic wards or spells of guarding meant to repel intruders. His focus is complete and, to his...surprise... disappointment... he finds none. He begins to pour over the puzzle of what seems to be a completely under-protected tower when Spewer, his familiar begins tapping his shoulder, drawing his attention to what is going on below. With the mental message from Raven, Ra'ziir abandons all thoughts of the magic circle and instead, focuses the spell of seeking on Cedron himself. He flies out of the window and dives, uttering a quick “Lapidum”, granting his flesh the consistency of stone. He reaches the second floor window as Kysek slips his crossbow back into the folds of his cloak. The bladesinger sees Cedron held aloft in one hand by the very black-and-white Svartaelf he saw building the golem, this time surrounded by swirlin...

Isla Ni ñ apiluta is a small volcanic island covered in dense jungle.  There is a small settlement of humans living on the island. They are notoriously unfriendly, attacking outsiders on sight. They have one primary gods, Val-Kur, likely a bastardization of Viracocha and "The Son of Val-Kur" who is actually Val-Kur himself.  Isla Ni ñ apiluta:  Capital: None Population: 158 Government: Theocratic Religion: Val-Kur, Son of Val-Kur Imports: None Exports: None, possibly Incan artifacts (see below) Alignment: Neutral History: The island was first settled between 1100 and 1350 AD.  These first immigrants were Polynesians and they were the ones to introduce the coconut palm to the island.  They supported their seafood diet with iguanas, sea birds, turtles, tomatoes, and peppers.  Following the collapse of the Incan civilization, refugees fleeing the mainland arrived and warred with the Polynesian inhabitants.  Eventually, a peace was established and the two...

Day Five of the Odinsleep; (12:06 pm) Ra'ziir concentrates, focusing on the permanent spell of Arcane Sight he cast upon himself and does a quick sweep of the room, checking for magical auras before turning his attention to the magical circle itself. The circle is indeed active and radiates powerful conjuration magic. Crackling sparks of electricity race around the circumference of the loop and the air itself smells slightly of ozone. Additionally, there is a barely perceptible flow of air from the rest of room toward the circle. The bladesinger hears the sound of breaking glass and a brief scuffle outside. He divides his attention, sending his thoughts through the telepathic bond he shares with Raven and asks, “Did you hear that? Sounds like it is below me, probably the Great Hall I passed with the crazy guy working on the abomination I told you about.” Niklas takes in Drax's signal and pauses outside the window, waiting for whatever it is the assassin sensed to reveal...

Cedron Maghnus III: Human (Aquilonian) male Bard/Cleric of Malazzarr - Cedron hails from the world of Hyboria.  He joined the party after the wizard Malazzarr re-ascended to godhood. Chronosaj of Sambar: Human (Lantanese) male Fighter/Rogue - a gunsmith from the Islands of Lantan, Chronosaj wields multiple pistols that he has crafted himself. Drax Neheli-Arztin: Human (Suloise) male Fighter/Rogue/Eldritch Knight/Assassin/Perfect Wight - an assassin from Oerth who met the party in the city of Lankhmar on the world of Nehwon.  He has been gifted with the Blessing of Lethe, anyone he does not have contact with for 24 hours forgets pretty much all details about him, being left with only a vague and impression of deja vu. Grotto Grimmbeard: Grimm Dwarf Cleric of Hanseath/Fighter - a dwarf from the Grimmlands.  He was taken prisoner by goblins and tortured for their amusement.  The entire side of his face is scarred and burned.  Knives: Human (Zamoran) male Thief/A...

When I went to write This Post , I was surprised to discover that Raven has basically Zero Ranks in Climb. None. Zilch. Nada. He's the highest level character in the party and can't climb any better than Farmer Fred or Joe Commoner.  Even worse, he doesn't have any magical items that confer Flight, Levitation, or Climbing ability. Someone is definitely going to have to spend some points in areas that have been neglected over the years.

Day Five of the Odinsleep; 12 pm (12:05) At the tower roof, Shadow floats cautiously. He moves forward to the gazebo, taking in all of the details that he can. The lounge chairs are elegant and finely carved with geometric patterns and knots. The cushions are plush, embroidered with fine golden and silver thread in a similar manner. There is a crank on one of the pillars supporting the gazebo roof. It is attached to a panel above via a steel cord. A spring is mounted on the panel as well, with the other end hooked to the same pillar. It appears that turning the crank would open the panel, exposing the sky above while turning it in the other end would allow it to close with the aid of the spring. The dark elf floats over to the hatch with the pull ring, pulls out his picks and probes and begins exploring the edges of the opening, searching for traps. Ra'ziir finds himself floating outside of one the fourth floor windows and peers inside. The half-elemental elf sees a well...

 Day Five of the Odinsleep; 12 pm (12:05) Ra'ziir takes note of the red and black clad figure and wills himself to rise, floating to the next level and edges around to the south side of the tower.  Niklas whispers to Drax, asking if they should go up or in.  The assassin takes a breath, pausing to think and then motions with a tilt of his head that they should continue upwards.  The ranger nods in acknowledgment and the two continue on.  Bubo, spurred on by instructions from his master lands on the the next windowsill and peers inside.  Kysek concentrates on the owl, seeing what his familiar sees .  The bladesinger, assassin, ranger, and thief-turned-wizard all see the same thing: a small bedroom with a heavy wooden-framed bed topped by a thick mattress and heaped with furs, a small writing table with a padded chair, a delicate silvered ewer, and more furs on the floor.  Of Loki, or anyone else for that matter, there is no sign. Cedron cranes his ...