They're Everywhere!

Another game tomorrow, same time, same place! 11:00 ~ 11:00, Michael's House! The table got replaced. And when I say replaced, I mean it's now only knee-high. You're all sitting on coolers. Anybody that can bring a lawn chair or deck furniture, please do so, it's much appreciated and you'll have your own chair for sure. Anybody that has trouble getting a drive, lemme know and we'll figure something out.

Also, we all got minis now. Becca and Trevor will have to fight over the Female Eladrin Sorcerer, but really who cares? Also, I've purchased a copy of Adventurer's Vault 1, and you're all welcome to look through it and such.

Stuff to Bring
Trevor: The freaking monster tokens; Laptop
Jerrad: Laptop
Nick: Cinnabuns; Netbook
Becca: Books
Brandon: Sense of Humor

-DM

25 FOOT AURA! COME AT ME BRO!

     Well, how should I start Xune? Yes, the bar will do. Alrighty then, i forgot to introduce myself, I'm Toox, changeling darkpact warlock. I appear to be a drow, I'm not. I was in a bar today, when some lolthmeat warforged entered, he took over the bar with his more sane, reasonable wizard friend Alban. They start using the the tavern as a base for their adventuring group "Final Miniboss." They recruit some odd human fighter, Wince I think. I insulted the spiderdung and Alban recruited me. A genasi had a problem with the overthrow and challenged us all to duals separately.

 

     We fought separately and that man would give lolthblessed dryders a run for their money. A kalashar bard teleports to the other side of the room, gets recruited and dueled by that genasi, Zan-Kyri. The swordmage genasi beats the bard who I wake. Zan was on a bloody rampage! I go to the hooker room with the bard who introduces himself as Harken. We watched a good-looking changeling in the form of a girl dance. She was pretty good.

 

      I sent Xune, my spider farmilliar, to check on the duel that had broken out between the human and Zan. Zan's was getting his mandibles sharpened, that is to say, he was losing. Badly. Zan could not hit nor damage a hair on the humans head. Wince was precisely striking, hardly missing a shot. I woke Zan as he lost. We rested and spoke about Final Miniboss. Wolf-Eye, a semi-acceptable human barkeep, told us of a fort with a decent magic item in it. As we left another member of Final Miniboss joined us. It was Livy, a young cleric of Bahamut.

 

     As we passed some guards on the road, we spoke briefly. We ended up at the fort without a hitch. I skulked off into shadows and scaled the wall, while Harken gladly made a distraction. His roars of fury and flaming guitar never cease to amaze me. I morphed human to walk along the wall, jumped the gap in between the portcullis' winch and I, and opened the gate. We pursued the guards into the base and I dodged into the foliage of a tree. Zan dealt with one guard, as did I, while the rest killed two guards. We noticed that there was a guardhouse with several inside. I walked in as a guard we just killed and bluffed them into going back to what they were doing and that the intruders were dead.

 

     Zan void assumed and killed two guards and took the keys, which we never used. I left and climbed a guard tower. Atop was where the underboss was. I hid out in that room. Quick to follow the party commenced a fight saving me from my unintentional prison. That was one of the more dangerous fights we had to do since I have joined them to date. Wince took some magic gauntlets from the dead underboss.

 

    When we got back to town, Alban, who had stayed there to help Wolf-Eye, had recruited a slightly smug elven monk named Ness. Wince dueled him in the void arena and had to start a cowards fight to win. If it had been me I would have declared Ness winner when Wince chickened out and second winded. Either way we recruited the secretive monk. Wolf-Eye came around with some information pertaining to the Prism, the artifact the company was created to find. He said that Reaver of Souls, our rivals were headed to Ykrum jungle searching for a piece of it.

 

     We went to the jungle to fight a giant ape. Turns out they are like GIANT HUMANS. I lost it and accidentally dropped my disguise. We saw 4 bodies, fresh, around the ape. We pulverized the ape and a druid came down from the trees. It was a short conversation before she ran off with them to revive them. He handed us another piece of the Prism. I decided it would be safest to have Xune take it and then have him be his passive state on me. He became a tattoo on my hand, along with the Prism. We entered a room when continuing on. It contained a chest and eight fake walls.

 

     I flipped out at the goblins that popped out and five out of eight decided to make themselves scarce. We killed the three others without hesitation. The next fight was in a narrow hallway with a gelatinous cube. That was torture for all but me, who kept distance. We killed it and continued to a room with chest high walls. Dwarves decided it was efficient to all stand together and I spread my contagion over them all. Violence happened as Ness dashed over to a chest in the corner like a magpie. He ignored the combat entirely. We ended up killing all but one. I had a darkspiral aura of 25 feet, which is huge and highly dangerous. I taunted a dwarf into attacking me, which he immediatly regretted as his crossbow bolt snapped like a twig, followed by every other bone in his corpulent body. We trudged on into a hallway coated in minoins of every veriety. 36 in total. They explained that the head dwarf wanted to test us in a duel. Not to the death. 6 vs 1. We won without a lot of trouble. We retrieved magic items and woke the dwarf. I got deathcut leather armor. We continued into a room with floors coated in beautifully smelling vines. Using common sense to deduce that the dire rat wasn't the only "threat" I climbed the walls around to the other side and found the prism in a cloud of gas. I sent Xune into it. Scratch that, poison gas. Xune reappeared and we went to our friends aid as they called for help. I entered to find vine horrors attacking my team and Ness doing the first annual vine horror rodeo. Ness was perched atop one of them, riding its head. Livy and I used their delicious weakness against them, fire, and they retreated. Winced endured the gas and took the piece of the prism. The gas expanded and we fled. Outside the dwarf leader that had dwelled here said he was to make a base at Tamait peak. He said he didn't know about the gas trap but I don't believe him.



We returned to town and sold our un-needed equipment. I added the second addon to the Prism and arcane draconic wings sprung from my back. In compensation for carrying the Prism I gave the team 1000 gp which Ness, Wince, Livy and Harken split with the rest of the loot I didn't touch.
Things are going fine, Toox.


O.O.C. So Mike and I had a little bet. If the campaign was more shenanagainy then usual I won. Whoever lost had to dress like a hipster at school on monday. I lost. Well done Mike, I enjoyed my first time as a real character.

So I Herd You Liek D&D

There's a game this Saturday, May 14, 2011. Same place as always, my house. It'll run from 11:30am~11:00pm and we're stopping for a supper break. Bring money, snacks, a mini to represent you if you want, and a laptop/your books. We now have a copies of Player's Handbook 2 and Player's Handbook 3, so PH3 will be lent to Nick and PH2 will be lent to Jerrad.

Personal Stuff to Bring

Jerrad: A laptop, if you can.
Trevor: Your laptop, any books you might have, those speakers, salvagepod, your tiles and monster tiles, etc. and give me that fucking tie.
Nick: Netbook
Everybody: Your Adventuring Attitude!

I'd also just like to welcome Brandon to our D&D group! He's never played D&D before, so be gentle, you arse holes. He's playing Wince, the Human Fighter, and let's all hope he can put himself to good use with Final Miniboss.

-New DM

CoNgRaTuLaTiOnS, bEsSsT fRiEnD!

CoNgRaTuLaTiOnS oN tHe PrOmOtIoN tO dM mY bRoThEr! Anyway, for those people who were not aware, I gave up my seat as DM. I will no longer be posting here as DM but as my characters name, Toox. Give Mike or DM a big round of imaginary applause as you are probably in your house dippy. Clapping would make you sound like a Sam Fisher.

Congratulations honk HONK, DM Toox

Alban's Journal 002: Sam Fisher, Some Assembly Required

Dear Journal,
    Could we all take a moment of silence for my beloved brother, who died during our excavation to Tamait Peak...

    ...

    Thank you. Now that we're done with that, I guess I can start from the beginning. When we last left off, I was being attacked by a dragon. Proceeding that, I was attacked by another dragon. Then, we were saved by a dragon and then it tried to attack me but decided against it. Also, some time around here, Rickets decided to become a Luchador. No freaking clue what that means, but if it motivates him into fighting things instead of getting me killed, I guess I'm okay with it.

    Now for an explanation of the above paragraph. First and foremost, we'd just returned from the mighty-but-somewhat-of-a-pushover Ruins of Whatever-They're-Called, where we recovered the not-so-but-someday-will-be-powerful Prism of Io. For those of you who have no idea who Io is, Io was the mighty Dragon King before he got torn in half. The pieces became the Gods, Tiamat and Bahamut. According to Chris, who I'll introduce later, there was a third piece when he was split, and it became the six pieces of the Prism of Io. Alone, the pieces do absolutely frig-all, but apparently when assembled into one, that one thing could be sold for 50000000 Astral Diamonds, or for you poor common folk who aren't rich, that's five billion gold pieces.

    Nevertheless, we were just returning from those Ruins with the first part of the Prism. Suddenly and out of nowhere, this group of Kobolds, which I could have sworn were Goblins, accompanied by some wussy little black dragon, attacked us. We won easily; however, we forgot that where there's a baby, there's a mother. Much to all of our dismay, this time the mother just happened to be a huge black dragon. Rickets, being the most expendable, easy to manipulate, and impressionable, was ordered/decided to stay behind to fight it by himself while the remainder of us fled. Boldly hiding in a bush nearby like a man, I was watching and waiting for the right moment to strike. Yeah, that's what I was doing. Anyways, Rickets, as expected, gets cut nearly into two pieces with one fell attack from the huge bastard dragon. He still stands back up, yelling something about how Luchas never back down from a fight. This whole time he's practically dead there, nearly passing out merely from the amount of oily-black magic blood spilling from his torso, ribs, stomach, legs, arms, head, throat, ankles, wrists, forarms, fingers, toes, biceps, triceps, and left ass cheek. Although I guess he kind of looked like a moron, it was all very noble and heroic of him, foolishly thinking he'd buy us time so we could outrun the freaking dragon. Oh, and this entire time, Sam is just taking a nap on the ground, by the way.

    So anyways, as the black dragon is about to get a brutality kill on Rickets, another dragon swoops in and kicks the everliving tar out of it. This dragon is silver. So after it's brutally finished maiming his draconic brother in cold blood for no apparent reason, the bastard transforms into an Eladrin, which was cool and all. So he shakes Ricket's hand and Rickets topples over in exhaustion and shock, but of course not before revealing my location. So the Eladrin drags me out of the bush and confronts me, yelling gibberish and curse words in Draconic at me. Eventually, we figured out how to communicate like civil humanoid beings and it was established that his name is GRAAAGH RAAARG CRAAAAGH, which is Draconic for Chris, or something really close to it. He told us to head to Tamait Peak, which is a nearby mountain, and retrieve the next piece of the Prism of Io. Diligently and with great haste, we decided to head back to the town for a while.

    Sam still in a coma and me casting Sleep on Livy, Rickets and I decided to go do some hardcore burglary. That ended terribly, I got killed, Sam, freshly woke up, almost got killed, Rickets was imprisoned, but we ended up sweet talking our way out of it, minus me, who was dead. My brother was also a Dampyr and tried to god damned eat me like the unloved bastard child he is.

    After all of these terrible distractions, we eventually decided to just head over to Tamait Peak already. We got it a big fight with a bunch of bird guys outside the door, and we put swords through them like the crows they were. There's not much which is better than putting a sword through a crow. After taking a brief break, we headed in.

Entrance to Tamait Peak

    The first room was an exceedingly narrow hallway conveniently filled with undead creatures, which is fortunate because two of our party members are extremely skilled at killing undead things, specifically. It was all very quick and well done, and I don't think that the enemies actually managed to hit any of us

First Room, Tamait Peak

    The next room went significantly worse. It was large and outdoors, and I noticed a gnoll up the stairs, which wasn't really of any concern. We quickly dealt in all of the enemies, and I fell off of the cliff due to Rickets covering the area with butter. Three cheers for Feather Fall!

Second Room, Tamait Peak

    The next room, which I'll just call the trap hut, was... I can't even formulate a sentence about how unfathomably huge of a moron everybody except Rickets, including myself. First, we notice a bunch of odd, flickering Kobolds at the end of a hallway. Instead of doing the smart thing and sending the FREAKING Rogue, OR the Paladin in, Livy just charges on in while pounding on her chest with one hand and yelling, "I'm a huge moron, I love getting lit on fire!" so of course, as soon as she said it, CLICK, flamethrowers. So instead of doing the logical thing and stop, drop, roll, she just keeps going, steps on another freaking trap, gets loaded with arrows, keeps running, collapses in spasms on the ground, the Kobolds run. At this point, Sam just kamikazes in, at LEAST having the courtesy to disarm the flamethrowers blocking our way. Somehow and by Gods-know what miracle, we managed to make it through the room and take a break. Even though I kind of wanted to club Livy in the back of the head and throw her off the side of the mountain for being a freakin' moron and nearly getting us all killed minus Rickets, we decided to keep her around, which ended up being a good thing...

The Trap Room, Tamait Peak

...in the next room. Basically, Sam got tossed off the cliff and died instantly, I was half-eaten alive to death, Rickets almost died, and Livy was stayin' alive, hardly taking any damage. We were against two Ant Hegs, and I can't exactly describe the battle as I was too busy being dead. Sam was in many pieces at the bottom of the cliff, but thankfully, I was resurrected.

Room Where We Didn't Win, Tamait Peak

    May he rest in pieces. Moron.