Monday, October 31, 2022

Brovenloft: Curse of the Gnomeking

Prologue

Last seen in the Battle of Hobgobiton, the Gnomeking of Gnomesville in Machodor was thought to have suffered some sort of disaster and, along with two regiments of Pegasus Dragoognomes, presumed dead.



However, as the month of October approached, rumours spread...










...it seems that somehow he was in Brovenloft!

















Trouble in Gnomesville
"Our people hear our voice! Then send someone from Gnomesville to lift this wretched curse; which, it seems, has spilled across the barrier into your plan of existence!" -- Cursed Gnomeking

















Mach Mandalf Missing!
While battle raged in space near Dubzaron, and the fate of Stormbringer still hung in the balance, news of Brovenloft happenings was makings its way into Machodor. Unconfirmed reports suggested there may be a way into Brovenloft from Gnomesville.

















Previously, some player characters had travelled to Twin Peaks in Brovenloft and from there to Rome. A week later and now the Rome in Brovenloft had formed an alliance with Machodor, a state of affairs that took some of the player characters (and me too frankly) by surprise; but, in hindsight was inevitable given the shared religion and alignment of both powers.

The Machodor Adventurers Aid Society had quickly set up a branch in Rome, and here was holding on to the Silver Spike and the Flagon that had been retrieved from Gnomesville in Machodor.

Session Report

This session was played on 07/Oct/2022 and the PCs adventured for 1 day.

"The Gnomeking needs me? I'm his top guy!" -- Amadeus (Human Cleric Level 6)

Drinking from the flagon transported the PCs West from Rome to the region the Mists of Brovenloft had manifested a Cursed copy of Gnomesville. They found themselves within the common room of the Big Persons' Inn. Featuring large windows and a single large door leading outside, it was usually the only suitable place for humans; but now there was a difference, the party had been shrunk down to gnome size themselves. 

Taking this change in their (now somewhat shorter) stride, they searched the room and found nothing unusual, and another exit; a gnome sized trap door in the floor behind the bar counter. Outside it was dark and uninviting, the screams of Nightmare-Pegasi (a bizarre hybrid created by the Mists) could be heard, but the creatures themselves could not be seen; whether due to their being ethereal, or hidden in the low clouds, the party could not tell.

They opened the trap door and surprised someone coming up from below. This someone was wearing a large floppy hat and carrying a staff, and looked familiar; yes, it was Macho Mandalf! Or was it? A quick interrogation by the PCs revealed that he was, in fact, a copy of the Wizard they knew, created using the Level 7 spell Simulacrum. He had been sent to Gnomesville in the stead of the real Macho King, who was busy elsewhere, and now found himself in Brovenloft. He volunteer that, in wizarding terms, he was a mere Conjurer himself (which the party quickly identified as meaning he was level 3).

The Simulacrum lead the party down a spiral stair case, at the bottom of which was a square shaped room filled with barrels of food and water supplies. Everything was actually gnome sized, but by now the party had adjusted to the fact that they were too, so it all seemed normal. There was a door exiting the room in the centre of each of four of the walls and the floor showed signs of recent traffic. Mandalf told them he had searched this area previously and found one of the barrels had something scrawled on it in the Lawful Good Alignment Language;

 "Gems are our desire, we cannot resist them."

They knew that the Gnomeking was lawful good, was this some kind of message from him? Putting that thought aside, the party now chose to investigate through the western door and found there a long corridor proceeded directly away. From this direction a disconcerting peal of laughter echoed as they formed up a marching order. The sound was almost chilling enough for them to go elsewhere; but, after some discussion, they agreed to light a fire arrow and shoot it down the corridor. At first nothing seemed to happen in response to this, but soon they could see a large group of grey skinned gnomes carrying weapons and shambling towards them.

Using the barrels the party set up a barricade at the doorway and from there readied themselves to hold the creatures at bay. Karshe (Human Fighter Level 3) was in the front rank, hankering to skewer some gnomes with his Military Trident +3.  The Macho Mandalf Simulacrum brandished a wand and pointed out that, although he had never used it before, he was told it was indeed a wonderful wand.  At this point he received a lot of negatives from the party, they recognised the description and knew the the random result of using the wand could be dangerous, useful, or both. 

As the zombie gnomes closed with them Amadeus failed to turn the creatures, he felt due to strong evil in the area augmenting their resistance. Indeed, he normally would have been successful, and his failure resulted in a protracted battle that was notable for one particular ability of the enemy; upon a successful hit they drained a point of dexterity. By the end of the fight several of the henchmen and a party member were down by a few points. As to whether this loss was permanent, who could say?

A search of the bodies showed that they carried nothing of value, their weapons and equipment were rotted or corroded, so the party proceeded carefully in the direction the zombies had come from. The corridor opened into a chamber and they found themselves in a dining hall dominated by a large, heavy, wooden table with twenty seats. The settings were foul with rotten food and certainly held nothing valuable, but a thorough search did turn up something; writing scrawled under the seat of one of the chairs.

"Beware the smile that causes pain, once seen the damage soon comes."

There was a door at the end of the chamber and after passing through it without issue, they found a corridor that continued west for thirty feet before turning south. As they rounded the corner a fateful random encounter roll cut this whole mission short; the Cursed Gnomeking was out taking his Giant Weasels for a walk. They rounded the corner at the same time and were suddenly face to face! 


Amadeus at top right

I had enjoyed putting together a themed encounter table for this location, and there was only a 1 in 96 chance of this encounter coming up (and that's only if I rolled a 1 on the encounter check!). So the party was immediately thrown into the deep end against a very powerful creature they had done little research into. There were many more clues scattered around the dungeon by the Gnomeking they had not yet seen. You see, the Cursed Gnomeking had a split personality. The dominant evil part was created by the Mists of Brovenloft; but, sometimes, his true lawful good alignment would briefly get the upper hand. This was why there were clues at all. Now he fought to control himself, but the Mists were stronger, all he could do was get out one last clue;

"The Spike is all you need to get to the heart of the matter."

The Battle

The Cursed Gnomeking was a Gnome Vampire. To represent the internal conflict within him during the battle I rolled each round, with the results modifying his effective 'age'.

From the 2e Ravenloft Monster Manual Appendix

At full power the Cursed Gnomeking was 500+ on this table; but, fortunately for the party, on the first round he counted as 0-99. The party was also fortunate in that he chose this round, when he was at his relative weakest, to 'smile', which has the effect of an amped up Tasha's Uncontrollable Hideous Laughter

Technically, neither side was surprised, and they were too close to charge at each other, so the Giant Weasels attacked the front line and Shinji declared his go to spell; Hypnotic Pattern. The party won initiative and the spell held 4 of the 6 Weasels, which was to be vital for the party's survival. 

Corvirius (Human Magic User Level 3) made himself invisible and brandished the blessed silver spike. I think Amadeus tried to turn the vampire (but if so it was ineffective). Some blows were traded between the front rank of Karshe,  Vincent (Human Fighter level 1),  the henchmen and the two remaining Weasels. 

Knowing they were in trouble, in a panic the party had given the OK for Macho Mandalf to use his Wand of Wonder. Now, he pointed it at the enemy and intoned the command phrase, "Oh YEAH!" Darkness engulfed the corridor 30 feet away, which was of little use but at least did no damage to the party.

Now the Cursed Gnomeking Smiled at the party.

2e Ravenloft Monster Manual Appendix

Even a his lowest strength in this round, which meant there was no penalty to the saving throw, everyone except for Shinji and the Macho Mandalf Simulacrum failed to save and started to feel a chuckle building up inside them.

Next round the party won initiative, Shinji kept up his Hypnotic Pattern, not sure what Amadeus did (maybe cast Prayer), but the rest of the melee types traded blows with the Gnomeking's Weasels.

Another roll for the Wand of Wonder resulted in a Lightning Bolt of 6d6 Damage, half that if saved against. This bolt severely wounded the four mesmerised giant weasels, and hit the Vampiric Gnomeking for half damage as he rolled a 1 (he takes half damage from lightning). However, in the confusion, the wand wielding simulacrum had not accounted for the invisible magic user sneaking up behind the vampire. 


Since there was some doubt over the Corvirius' exact position I gave him two saves; passing both would mean zero damage, passing one would mean half damage. The result was half damage, leaving him with zero hit points and he collapsed to the ground unconscious, dropping the spike as he did so. Bad, but he was still alive. And then the Cursed Gnomeking's Hideous Laughter kicked in, doing 1 point of damage to everyone who had previously failed their save and causing them to collapse as well.  

Corvirius now went down to -1 hit points and for a moment thought he was dead, but, since his Constitution was 15, he was still saveable; if someone could find the invisible magic user and render him aid. There was some real laughter at this but it soon stopped when they realised that all but Shinji and the Simulacrum were out of action.

Next round the party lost initiative and the Weasel's fell on the collapsed characters, chowing down on henchmen for the most part. The Gnomeking found time to drain Vincent's lifeforce taking 2 points of his dexterity, which, unlike with the other undead gnomes they'd fought, did not return a after just a few turns.

The Simulacrum shouted "OH YEAH!" and 30 gems shot forth from the wand in a 30 foot long stream, causing 5d4 damage to any creature in its path. 


"GEMS!" cried the Cursed Gnomeking and turned his head to follow the stream of bright stones, which did him no damage but did cause him to drop his guard momentarily. The hypnotised Weasels took the full brunt of the damage and the gems finished the job that the lightning bolt had started. As a bonus their deaths freed up Shinji from having to concentrate on his Hypnotic Pattern.

Next round the party won initiative and Vincent made his save to recover from the laughter, he jumped up and grabbed for the Gnomeking while he was distracted. Karshe also managed to get into the action and snatched up the fallen silver spike and struck the Cursed Gnomeking in his black heart.

Immediately the monster collapsed and the world changed. The dungeon began to feel insubstantial. Shinji grabbed the opportunity to collect the scattered gems that were nearby. In translucent letters a psychic message reached the party, it seemed to hang in the air before them; 

"Congratulations! You have defeated the Curse and saved Gnomesville and its Gnomeking. You may choose to stay in Brovlenloft and return to Rome, or return to Machodor. Return to Machodor Y/N" 

They let the message hang for a bit as they found and revived Corvirius and grabbed up small pouches of gems that had also appeared before them. Later they made their individual choices privately.

Postscript
My d4s were absolutely broken in this session, lots of the monsters used them, and they kept coming up as 1, lucky for the party.

Victory
The Gnomeking was very happy to be home, and it looked like an ending to his plight had arrived.









A new terror

But just as things were returning to normal in Gnomesville, Patrons in Brovenloft were calling for the Cursed Gnomeking, and the Mists of Brovenloft answered!











Stay tuned!

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Treasure 

Gems filled bags for each player

Total GP =23346gp 
Total XP = 28000
 
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Session PCs

Corvirius (Human Magic User Level 3)

Vincent (Human Fighter Level 1) special thanks to Vincent's player who stayed up through the night in Europe to play in this session. I'm sure someone in Rome has restored Vincent's lost Dexterity by now.

Karshe (Human Fighter Level 3)

Shinji (Human Mendicant Wujen Level 4)

Amadeus (Human Cleric Level 6)

Supporting Characters

Macho Mandalf (Human Wizard Simulacrum Level 3)

Amadeus' many henchmen

Cursed Gnomeking 2 (Electric Blibdoolpoolp)

Prologue




Sundered from his Lawful Good alter ego and reconstituted by the Mists of Brovenloft TM, the Cursed Gnomeking immediately saw the #CurseOfLamalla as a blessing. For a start, the blood rain freed him to move around the map of Brovenloft without fear of destruction by the rays of the sun.

Seeking in ancient tomes he found that Blibdoolpoolp could be quite accommodating to those with enough gems, and he had lots. 


The addition of 3 levels gave him the power of a level 10 Cleric, which opened up Commune. Everything was going his way as, being an equal opportunity sacrificer, he had also received control of the Infernal Legion once more. Alas though, the goddess was beset by the forces of good from all sides and campaigns, and this threatened his new power source; he had to up his game! 


To facilitate this, he marshalled the Infernal Legion and went on a rampage around a nearby lake, destroying villages and collecting villagers. The lake being the closest area that might be suitable, with a large enough sacrifice, to Gate in a Temple of Blibdoolpoolp and possibly enable to goddess herself to enter Brovenloft!

All of the above was done purely from a Patron-trying-to-get-ahead standpoint; but, then, some players who had helped break the Curse of the Gnomeking in the first place wanted to finish the job. This was not something I had considered at all when making the above choices as the Cursed Gnomeking Patron. Now he had the Infernal Legion and 60,000 Ogre Skeletons they had raised for him under his control. How could a PC party stand up against that? Well, of course, that was their problem! However, I now needed to work out the finer details of the Cursed Gnomeking's plan and what would happen when. As it turned out, the Infernal Legion's contract ran out just before game night, which could make all the difference. And there was one other who had cause to take action...

Having decided on all this, I then sat back and waited to see if the players would still be interested come game night; perhaps something else might have caught their attention by then? This is one of the wonderful features of BROSR play, I would have fun if we did choose this and fun if we didn't. In the end, both happened. Let me explain.

Session Report

This session was played on 28/Oct/2022 and the PCs adventured for 1 day.

Characters were sitting around the common room in the Adventurers Aid Society in Rome discussing current events. It seemed that an aspect of the evil Lamalla had manifested far to the south, in the territory of Bro-pan. Creatures were said to be worshipping her likeness in an old temple. The party was on the verge of setting out to do something about this when a lit pipe drew their attention to the fact that they were being watched from a shadowy corner of the room.


"We don't mean to tell you people your business, but there are doings afoot far more perilous than rumours of Lamalla worshipers." 

Having captured the party's attention, the fellow slid from his stool and stood at about three and a half feet tall. He threw back his hood and revealed himself. It was the Gnomeking Inkle IV! The real one!

Those characters who had met the Gnomeking before assured their fellows that this was him. Why had he returned to Brovenloft? Well, he did not want the good name of Gnomes tarnished by the actions of the Cursed Gnomeking, even if they were merely a manifestation by the Mists of Brovenloft.

He then proceeded to explain that the Cursed Gnomeking had waxed in power and was now on the verge of a terrible human sacrifice that was sure to greatly empower Blibdoolpoolp if it was allowed to happen.

From here he info dumped the following;

  • Even since the Cursed Gnomeking became a separate being, the two have shared knowledge of what the other is thinking
  • Because of this he can sense the direction and approximate distance of the Vampire
  • And Macho Mandalf has kept the Gnomeking under a Mind Blank spell to prevent information leaking to the enemy
  • The Cursed Gnomeking intends to sacrifice 10,000 humans precisely at midnight, exactly 12 hours from now
  • The Cursed Gnomeking travels in a tent on a palanquin carried by 20 Ogre Skeletons. Within this tent is his coffin. He will never be far away from it. 
  • Gnomeking Inkle has brought Gnome Vampire hunting supplies, including Silver Spikes and 5 pairs of Macho Mandalf's Prismatic Sunglasses

He also knew the complete method for destroying a Gnome Vampire:

So much more than just a silver spike


The need to boil the vampire's hands in a volcanic hot spring was picked up on by Karshe (Human Fighter Level 4). Since the rumoured Lamalla worshippers were located near a Volcano, the party could try to kill two birds in one session! Could it be done?

Blood Rain
I put some thought into making this excellent bdubs special effect feel real this week. I figured that Rome was able to shield itself from the blood rain, so I was expecting the PCs would encounter it once they had left. I imagined they would have to work out how to use the windscreen wipers in the Broncos they had acquired in Twin Peaks. My mental boxed text had to be jettisoned though, because, after the previous session, the players now had access to a DC3 passenger plane with, it transpired, parachutes!

Previously, I had thought the PCs would have to come up with something clever to reach the location before 6pm, when certain things would start to happen, but with the plane/parachute combination they could really cut down the travel time. Exciting!

There was a lot of discussion over precisely where they should jump out, and where they should leave the plane. Such a combo of options in a D&D setting made an informed judgement a bit tricky, but soon they were flying west, high above the clouds. Their path from Rome to the lake that was their destination went directly over Cursed Gnomeville, and, as they flew over, they saw some Nightmare-Pegasi observing them from just within the cloud tops before dropping out of view; presumably to report on the strange object flying past.

Within an hour they were at the drop zone, they could see the entire area was covered in blood rain clouds, but, just to the north it was clearer and they saw the amazing sight of a double line of lights stretching far to the west and south. Glowing zombies! This was the work of remnants of the forces of Kangsta Wrappa. The players neither knew nor cared what sinister purpose this served, it was the perfect location for the plane to land and wait for the party's return. Another example of Patron shenanigans effecting session play.

They jumped out of the plane and fell through the clouds into the incessant bloody rain, their parachutes completely red and soaked by the time they reached the ground; but, knowing little about pre-WWII parachutes, I decided they would work ok. I did ask them all to Save vs Paralysis to see if they landed safely, and for the most part they did with only a few hit points lost (later we had a fun side discussion about whether Shinji's Ring of Feather Fall would have kicked in and prevented the parachute working properly).




The party stashed the parachutes out of view and began trudging south until, an hour later, they saw two stationary figures emerge through the red rain. The figures were Ogre Skeletons, partially armoured, each carrying a pole arm and facing out towards them. Moving parallel to them and continuing south, the party soon saw another pair that could have been twins to the first (quads?). Further examination revealed that there was a third Ogre Skeleton behind each pair, this one was facing away and holding a human trapped within its powerful grasp and suspended above the edge of a large body of water. No doubt this was the lake they were seeking, the undead appeared to be awaiting a signal to begin some kind of sacrifice. Rain pelted down on the faces of the trapped humans, who appeared to be worse for wear, but still alive.

It seemed obvious that the two outfacing Ogres were operating under orders to stand guard and attack anyone who got too close, and, if this scene was truly replicated 10,000 times around the lake, any attempt to save individuals here and there was futile. They had to press on to find the ringleader, the Vampire Gnome. It was now 2pm.

For another 4 hours the party continued trudging south, keeping the pairs of Ogre Guards just in sight on their right as they went. Indeed there were such formations of 3 Ogres every 30 or so feet and they soon lost count of them. They had a close encounter with a Nightmare-Pegasus patrol, but managed to take cover in a nearby copse of trees before they could be spotted, and the abominations flew on to the north.




Finally, just as the sun was setting, out of the rain ahead of them something new appeared. It proved to be a palanquin, but, just as they confirmed this fact, the Ogre Skeletons stationed around it flexed their undead sinews and lifted the burden onto armoured shoulders. A few strides forward put them at the lakeshore, and clearly their intent was to carry on into the water.

Shinji (Human Wujen Level 4) sprang into action with a request for the Gnomeking to let him borrow his Ring of Invisibility, the Gnome agreed, and soon the humble mendicant was off chasing the palanquin from behind. By the time he had clambered on to the top of it and approached the rear of a lavish tent that was pitched there, the Ogres were already up to their shoulders in lake water. The sound of the rain faded into the background, for it was not raining on the lake itself, and this fact, combined with Shinji slicing through the back of the tent with his short sword, allowed him to see the fantastic sight of a giant Ziggurat that had somehow come into being on an island scarcely big enough to hold it. The whole thing was surmounted by a 20' tall statue of Blibdoolboolp herself. The statue shimmered in the fading light, it looked to be completely covered in gems!

Left on the soggy shore, the rest of the party could only watch, not daring to approach closer to the Ogre Skeletons stationed there, or try to cross the lake themselves, though the distance to the island was only 60' or so.

Shinji made his way through the tent from where he had cut a hole in its rear panel, pausing to collect some stray gems scattered among the silken floor coverings as he passed a gnome sized coffin. He could see through the tent flap that ahead of him there were 10 Ogre skeletons in two rows of five, the front row were each carrying a human as they went. He could just make out the dark shape of the Cursed Gnomeking at the head of the procession.

The group moved forward as one on to the island and then the first steps of the temple. It was clear that some sort of sacrifice, though perhaps preliminary to the main event scheduled for midnight, was beginning even now.

Though there was supposed to be still nearly 6 hours left until the main event, Shinji decided he had to do something now to prevent this first sacrifice, so he called out to distract the enemy, knowing that this in itself would not break his invisibility. 

"AAAWOOOOOooooo!" -- Shinji the humble mendicant.

Then, a lot of things happened at once. The Cursed Gnomeking ordered the rear rank of Ogre Skeletons to turn about and kill anything they found. He also retrieved an unconscious victim from the front rank of Ogres and un-ceremonially sacrificed him at the first of several altars that were stationed on the stairs which lead up the Ziggurat to the statue of Blibdoolpoolp. As soon as he had done so, the statue itself seemed to move, as though it was coming to life! He then started up the stairs as fast as his little undead feet would go.

Shinji realised that his actions had merely sped things up. I had no idea what the party could do from here to stop the Cursed Gnomeking. 

They decided to go for an all out attack.

Corvirius (Human Magic User Level 4) rummaged through his belongings and pulled out a scroll of the 6th level spell Otiluke's Freezing Sphere. Due to difference between his level and the spell, he only had a 60% chance of being successful, but he managed to pronounce it correctly; and, suddenly, the party had a way to cross to the island without having to go into the water, as the top 6 inches froze solid from the shore to the island.


Ever noticed that PCs instinctively fear water? With good reason in this case as the lake was filled with nasty denizens from Blibdoolpoolp's domain.


The rear rank of 5 Ogre Skeletons passed right by the invisible Shinji, who still did not dare to attack directly but moved forward after the Vampire Gnomeking.

Bob (Human Cleric Level 1), unable to ignore their plight any longer, chose this moment to try and free one of the humans trapped in the arms of an Ogre Skeleton on the shoreline. Karshe reluctantly rushed to support him. Together they managed to go toe-to-toe with the 5HD undead guards.

Corvirius showed how he had learned his lesson from his last encounter with the Cursed Gnomeking, instead of making himself invisible and attacking directly, he made the new fighter invisible and let him attack. John Smith (Human Fighter Level 1) grabbed a flask of holy water in each hand and announced that we would charge and overbear the Vampire Gnome!

The good Gnomeking himself strode forward across the ice, making himself a target for the 5 Ogre Skeletons moving in that direction. They rained down blows upon him but he gave as good as he got. 
"Back you abominations, away!" he shouted, or something cool anyway. This had the strange effect of halting the undead in their tracks, and they did indeed begin backing away. When they were raised by the Infernal Legion, the undead had been ordered to "Obey the commands of the Gnomeking," and they were too simple minded to be able to tell the difference between the two. One of the PC's had nearly guessed this earlier in the session.

Now John Smith charged unseen past the Ogre skeletons and collided with the Vampire Gnomeking from behind, bringing him down before he could reach the next altar on the stairs to the top of the Ziggurat. The holy water burned the vampire, and, while he was down, Shinji joined in the attack with his Short Sword +2. Unfortunately, neither his weapon or the non-magical weapon wielded by John Smith effected the Vampire in the least, and in reply he Smiled  at them.

The Smile of a Vampire Gnome nearly wiped the party out last time around; but, this time, they were well prepared thanks to their Prismatic Sunglasses. The effects of the smile were reflected back on the Vampire Gnome, and, extraordinarily, he failed his save against his own smile!

While he was down, giggling to himself in frustration, Shinji staked him with a Silver Spike. Immediately the vampire fell still. In a flash the real Gnomeking reached them and began to assemble a small box after he had cut off the Gnome Vampire's hands. They placed they handless body in the box and gouged out its eyes to be replaced later with precious gems.

There was then a sudden shift in the atmosphere around them. Whatever force was keeping the temple in Brovenloft had been withdrawn, and the island, with the Ziggurat upon it, began to break up and sink into the lake. All eyes turned to the statue of Blibdoolpoolp, or, more accurately, the fortune upon its surface, as it toppled over and smashed into a cascade of flashing bright gems.

Some of the party successfully risked a couple of rounds in the chaos to pocket some of the gems before the whole place collapsed and was pulled back into the Plane of Water.

Back on soggy land, the Gnomeking ordered the closest Ogre Skeleton to release its captive human. When it did so straight away the next in line copied the movement, so did the next, and so on, until they could no longer see but could hear the sounds of humans being dropped into the lake and splashing about to the shore. They healed up and, just as they were about ready to leave, the last Ogre Skeleton to the North dropped his human into the lake too. All 10,000 captives (minus the unfortunate victim of the Cursed Gnomeking) had been saved!

After this the skies cleared and the party marched back north to meet up with the DC3. Along the way the Gnomeking gave some more orders to the Ogre Skeletons 


Epilogue

The further adventures from this session (flying back to Rome, picking up some more PCs and flying to Bropan's domain) are touched on at Mr Wargaming's site here.

When Brovenloft was announced I didn't immediately have any ideas how I wanted to participate, but soon the idea of the Cursed Gnomeking popped into my head. In the end his story was exactly what I had hoped for with interaction from both Patrons and PCs. You can win at RPGs!

One self-criticism; in hindsight, I think in both sessions I was a bit too lenient on the use of unarmed combat against a creature that is immune to normal weapons. I think it makes sense that they can be knocked down, but not stunned or damaged. In the end though, neither time did it make a difference to the outcome.

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Treasure: Fists filled with Gems

Total GP =23,346gp 
Total XP = 31,346
 
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Session PCs

Corvirius (Human Magic User Level 4)

John Smith (Human Fighter Level 1)

Karshe (Human Fighter Level 4)

Shinji (Human Mendicant Wujen Level 4)

Bob (Human Cleric Level 1)

Supporting Characters

Gnomeking Inkle IV (Gnome Cleric Level 7)


Saturday, September 17, 2022

Trollopulous Reloaded Session Report: 2

 



Session Report 1 is here

In this session PCs adventured on 01/07/22 for 1 day.

Forward

Back to the Vampire Temple! In this session the party was augmented by a level 4 Cleric, an addition that was to have a big impact at the end.

In the down time since last session Haragon (NPC Cleric Level 12) began to get the idea that the PCs were considering taking on the Vampire themselves, but had conflicting ideas how to do so. He told them;
"They way I do it is like this; you stake them through the heart, you cut off their head, and then you pour holy water into the their mouth. There may be other ways, but I tell you, if you do this you'll have a dead vampire, guaranteed."

Last week the had party examined the outside of a hill/mound before entering the temple beneath and examining several rooms. They left off at the base of a stair leading towards the top of the pyramidal temple, and retreated back to Minas Mandalf. This week much the same squad, with Amadeus (PC Cleric Level 4) as mentioned above, and following the same plan resumed where they had left off. 

Found this map online and modified to suit the situation



Session Report

As the party explored areas of the pyramid they had previously been through, everything they found was the same as they'd left it; including destroyed statues and various mess they had made. Even the places where they had carefully marked out trapped floor stones were just as they left them. This spooked them a little.

They travelled through a secret door discovered last week, around a few corners, then up stairs into a very large room that featured a huge sarcophagus in the centre on a raised dais, flanked by two columns carved to resemble coiled snakes piled one upon another. At the far wall was a mural of Huheuteotl that stretched 30' up to the cracked ceiling, two glowing red stones formed the eyes of the mural.

To say that the party were suitably freaked out by the prospects of what could go wrong in this room would be an understatement. However, a charge from the Wand of Secret Door and Trap Location showed no traps. Then Erwin ran up to the sarcophagus with his crowbar. Well, he wasn't quite that reckless, he did keep as low to the ground as possible - concerned that the eyes of Huheuteotl may turn out to work like the statue from last week with laser eyes. 

The thief made it to the dais without incident and saw that around the sarcophagus was a carved representation of the life cycle of the temple and the Tlatoani (king). Erwin was not interested in such trivia and went to work with the crowbar; but, as soon as it touched the sarcophagus it was suddenly stuck fast. At the same time a misshapen 'arm' formed from the side of the sarcophagus and swung at Erwins' head. It was not a sarcophagus at all, but some kind of living creature! 

Most modern Mimic depictions are too over the top for my liking


Serious damage came Erwin's way and he backed up, leaving the crowbar behind. In the heat of the moment he didn't seem to realise that using the crow bar had saved his life. The party settled in to whittle down the Mimic's HP when two Firesnakes exploded out the the eyes of the Huheuteotl mural and sprang towards them. These new comers gave them something more to think about, but some careful archery and good rolling soon saw the situation under the party's control. However, after winning the fight, there was nothing much of use in the room apart from a gem in the cracked remains of each Firesnake stone, so they left and went down two levels.

Back in the room with the standing sarcophagi and the smashed Huheuteotl statue, again nothing looked any different to when they had previously been here. They continued on and found a large room lined with columns on two sides and with, at the far end, stairs going down. The Wand found two traps in this room, and here is where things went a bit strange. They found a trap found right before the stairs which seemed to be related to an aperture hidden in the far wall, i.e. behind anyone attempting to descend.

Here is where Erwin threw another crowbar in the works. For some reason, after carefully finding, mapping, and avoiding traps; he wanted to set off this one. Perhaps he thought something might happen to the steep stairs. Grabbing some broken pieces of Huheuteotl statue, he placed one on the the trapped floor stone and I quickly improvised a method to determine how many such stones it would take to set it off. It turned only one stone was need, with the result that a jet of fire shot out of the western wall, right over the squatting Erwin's head, but close enough to singe his hair. Nothing else happened and so it seemed that this tangential action had been safe enough, but the party were about to find out differently.

They proceeded 30 feet down the stairs to a landing, which ran for another 30 feet before more stairs led further down.

It was when the party was wearily crossing the landing, while observing another mural to their left, that the ambush happened. The mural split inwards from top to bottom, the walls pivoting like opening double doors. The opening revealed a large room beyond but the pivoting wall trapped the party within a 10 foot section of the corridor. They had apparently interrupted a group of twenty or so savages in the midst of a cannibal feast. The savages, clad in armour fashioned from lizardman skins and topped with a helm made to resemble the head of Huheuteotl, stood ready to attack and were by no means surprised. They had opened the mural to ambush the party, and let out unmistakably joyful shouts of challenge in an unknown tongue.

Treefingers' Ranger surprise bonus saved the party from probable annihilation at this point.

I provided a huge infodump as the ambush happened, and probably could have done so in a way that was easier to digest for the party; but they soon had enough of an idea to respond to the attack.

Initiative; having narrowly avoided being surprised, this first round's initiative proved to be crucial since two PCs declared they had spells to cast. Shinji used his ability to add 3 to his roll (his personal initiative, I mistakenly applied it to the party, though it did not effect the end result as I rolled a 1 for the savages anyway).

Shinji needed no prompting to use Hypnotic Pattern against this new enemy, the spell that had served him so well last week. Amadeus (Cleric level 4) used Hold Person, and between them they locked up 18 of 20 opponents before they could loose their javelins.

Apart from the Javelin wielders there were two other enemies, a powerful looking leader behind the front rank of warriors, and a shifty looking shaman in the corner of the room. The shaman was standing beside a section of wall upon which was a mural of typical construction for the temple, but unique design; a glance showed it was a map of the entire temple, with markings indicating the location of all the traps the party had previously discovered. A red stone marked the location of the trap they had so recently triggered.

Steiner and Tancred charged the leader, who was also lining up to charge them. They met in the middle, and a strange kind of probability wave collapse happened as the leader chose to ignore the Dwarf and overbear the bigger Paladin, but no one knew just how big that Paladin was; which, of course, is a must for AD&D unarmed combat. 

I pointed to this previously unknown (to me) advantage in unarmed combat I'd recently come across, that is exclusive to human PCs.

DMG Pg. 12

So Tancred's player made use of the above and, in my mind's eye, all of a sudden shot up to 6'8" and 275lbs (or so). Just like that he was 20% taller and heavier than his opponent!

The Aztec tribal leader was a big man himself, so it had been an easy DM decision that, being unable to overbear the most obvious magic using target, he would choose the bigger of the two PCs within reach. However, he was really suited to pummelling Tancred and not grappling/overbearing; the decision to overbear the caster cost him the opportunity to simply punch the Paladin. What followed was a few rounds of desperate grappling with arm locks and finger holds, until the Aztec leader had had enough and drew his obsidian studded club.

Meanwhile, Treefingers flung himself in front of Shinji as a human shield against the two javelin throwers who had made their saves against the spells. He was not hit himself and thanks to him providing effective partial cover to Shinji (+7 effective AC as per DMG pg. 64) the spell caster's Hypnotic Pattern remained in effect.

Next round's initiative was super close as the shaman in the back cast Hold Person at Shinji and Amadeus, while Amadeus tried the same spell back at him. What Amadeus didn't know was the the shaman had the benefit of a Sanctuary spell, he had spent the first round casting this and sizing up the party, meaning that the cleric would need to save versus spell before he could try and target the shaman. I helpfully pointed out that the shaman appeared to be going through the same semantic movements as he was, ratcheting up the tension as the implied threat to Shinji's concentration sunk in. Amadeus made the roll though, and the Hold Person took hold of the shaman and (thanks to some later backstabs from Erwin ) he was soon removed from the fight, and life itself.

With the Shaman down the freed up PCs added their number to the two attacking the leader. The man had a lot of HP and was still dangerously swinging his club, but he finally went down.

A less dramatic, but no less intense, battle was fought out between Treefingers and the two remaining warriors (one of whom was clearly a higher level sub-leader of some kind). Once again Shinji's concentration was on the line if Treefingers fell, but the ranger emerged victorious when he killed one and the other was charmed.

Having defeated the cannibal Huheuteotl worshippers, it was getting late and players were tempted to call it a night. Through the charmed tribesman, I nudged them to check out the map/control panel on the wall, which showed only one more room to explore. They steeled themselves to investigate.

The final room resembled the fake tomb at the top of the pyramid, but this was clearly the real deal; even more gruesome murals, an ornate stepped dais, and a stone shelf holding vase like objects running along three of the four walls. A sense of ancient evil pervaded the room. They peered in and saw that the dais at the far end held an open sarcophagus within which was a coffin, also open. Imagine their surprise as the party looked into the coffin, expecting a fanged Christopher Lee look alike when...

Surprise! Female Vampire!

The players had no way to know, but I had given a chance that the vampire could have been awaked by the fight with the Huheuteotl tribesmen. One possible reaction from her would have been to use gaseous form to approach and then infiltrate the party in the guise of a trollop. The level of surprise when they saw her in her coffin made me wish that had happened, they would have bought it for sure! Having insinuated herself into the party, not knowing about Macho Mandalf's Prismatic Sunglasses, she would then have tried to charm one of them and likely been charmed herself. Would have been great, but I was not going to story game it in!

Captivated by the glint of platinum and oblivious to the risk, the party chose to move in for the kill without back up from Haragon and his squad waiting outside.

Although no dice were rolled, the atmosphere during the staking, beheading, and holy watering of the vampire was filled with tension. She went from undead to dead dead and they visibly relaxed, beginning to contemplate the gleaming treasures held within the sarcophagus; when the shadows attacked! The vase like cylinders on the stone shelf, containing the desiccated organs of the Tlatoani, each disgorged a hungry undead and they swarmed at the party. 

Was all that treasure going to be snatched away at the last minute? Not if Amadeus had a say, the 4th level cleric boldly presented his holy symbol. He rolled well for turn undead, overcoming the penalty associated with the evil in the tomb, and sent the shadows screaming back into their canopic jar homes; which the party then doused with the copious amounts of spare holy water Treefingers had had the foresight to carry with him. This cleansed the tomb of the evil presence they had sensed.

Epilogue

Through a secret door they found a large series of rooms housing the 300 missing Trollops, the place was laid out like a James Bond style training facility. Clearly, they were being prepared to go out into the world and act as agents for the vampire. Two of the better looking and more intelligent Trollops gushed over the PCs and explained their harrowing story of being groomed as "Sisters" for the vampire "Catalina". 

From their story some of the mysteries of the tomb were explained. Catalina's family were Trollopulous nobility, they owned the land and created the graveyard for the family's black sheep, unknowingly on top of the old temple. When Catalina and her two sisters were killed by a vampire, their father could not bring himself to destroy his daughters, and had them staked only, then intermed in a mausoleum he had built for this purpose. Many years later their uncle discovered the truth and dispatched a cousin to destroy them. The cousin was successful with the first two sisters, but on the second one inadvertently dislodged Catalina's coffin lid, awaking her. She interrogated then battered him to death, so as not to turn him into a vampire too. Newly awakened to her vampire nature, she used gaseous form to sink into the cracks in the floor of the mausoleum to get out of the threatening sunlight, thereby discovering the temple below and eventually the Huheuteotl worshipers; who she charmed and made to serve as her, ultimately unsuccessful, guards.

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The treasure haul from this was pretty amazing, all rolled randomly.

Magic Items
Huheuteotl worshipers:
Gauntlets of Ogre Power
Potion of Extra Healing

Vampire Sarcophagus:
Scarab of Protection
Cloak of Protection+2
Potion of healing
Potion of fire resistance
Scroll of Protection from Petrification

Loads of jewels and coins

Total GP = 68600
Total XP = 86903
 
Individually
14,484 XP each
11,433 GP each

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Session PCs

Steiner (Dwarf Fighter Level 4)

Erwin (Human Thief Level 3)

Treefingers (Human Ranger Level 1)

Shinji (Human Mendicant Wujen Level 3)

Tankred (Human Paladin Level 4)

Amadeus (Human Cleric Level 4)

Supporting Characters

Haragon (Human Cleric Level 12)

Monday, September 5, 2022

Macho Mandalf's Flying Elbow


Unlike my first foray into spell research, this one is a fast low level attack spell. It is based on a standard pattern many magic users have used before, with a special capability that I find quite satisfying. You could call this a little recreational spell research.

Macho Mandalf's Flying Elbow (Evocation)

Level: 1                     

Components: V, S

Range: 6”+1”/level   

Casting Time: 1 segment

Duration: Special      

Saving Throw: None

Area of Effect: One or more creatures in a 10 square foot area


Explanation/Description: Use of the Macho Mandalf's Flying Elbow spell creates one or more Magical Flying Elbows which dart forth from the magic-user’s elbow; which must be pointed in the direction of the target, and unerringly strike it. The ghostly form of Macho Mandalf accompanies each elbow, but only the elbow itself has matter behind it. Each Magic Flying Elbow acts as a single successful non-magical pummelling attack to the head of its target.

Roll on the Pummelling Table as per DMG page 72, calculating all penalties and bonuses to the roll as normal, but with the following exceptions; penalties for armour or clothing worn by the target do not apply (since the elbow will always hit the head of its target) and bonuses for using a wooden butt/mailed fist/metal pommel do not apply since they do not come into play. In addition, the caster applies a special bonus of +5% per level of the caster up to a maximum of +20%. For the purposes of this spell, the 'strike again' part of any result is ignored.

If the magic-user has multiple Magic Flying Elbow capability, he or she can have them strike a single target creature or several creatures, as desired. For each level of experience of the magic-user, the range of his or her Magic Flying Elbow extends 1” beyond the 6” base range. For every 2 levels of experience, the magic-user gains an additional Magical Flying Elbow i.e. 2 at 3rd level, 3 at 5th level, 4 at 7th level, etc.

The verbal component of the spell is just these two words; "Oh Yeah!"


DMG pg. 72


So, what did all this cost?

Dungeon Masters Guide Page 115, Spell Research                                       Flying Elbow


Although a great library of arcana was created in the Minas Mandalf Keep, for this spell the University Library was used for reference. 





Duration of research: 1 Week base (minimum 2)







Chance of Success: 10base +18 (Int) +12 (level) -2 (spell level *2) = 38%

Note that according to the above formula, adjusting the chance of success upwards is VERY expensive. A domain would need to be at least an order of magnitude more wealthy to consider such spending.

However, when you consider the conditions under which spell research is possible, the cost in time may well be a bigger loss; if you have the money then finishing the spell research ASAP could indeed be worth it.



Results

Base cost 200gp per week.

Weekly variable of 100 to 400gp for additional materials.

Duration of research: 1 Week base (with a minimum of 2)

I was successful on week 3, and the total expenditure ended up at 1200gp. This spell is now available for learning by Good Aligned characters at the Minas Mandalf University as party of a special program recently featured in the Machodor Daily.

Wednesday, August 24, 2022

Trollopulous Reloaded Session Report: 1

Introduction

As I'm sure you know, I play the Patron Wizard Macho Mandalf, as well as several PCs, in the Trollopulous campaign. This session I sat in the DM's chair for the first time in the campaign.

This session (and the next) were unusual in that I could only DM in a limited way, since there is a lot of stuff about the world that the main DM knows that I don't (and don't want to know!)

So the set up was a slightly more restricted than normal BrOSR scenario, based off of the May Domain unsuitable encounters. We've since become a lot more experienced with sharing the DM chair, something I may put some thoughts down about in a later post.

In writing this session report, I realised that there was so much background that I should go back and complete Domain reports and other posts to set the scene. If you have been following those posts you'll know that at the end of May this happened


Since this article appeared in the esteemed paper of record, the Machodor Daily, some time has passed without any further sign of the Vampire or the 300 Trollops.



This session was played on 24/Jun/2022 and the PCs adventured for 1 day.

For the last few weeks the player characters have been lazing around in their comfy accommodations within the Adventurers Aid Society Octagon in the outer circle of the city of Minas Mandalf. The day came when the manager, Iolanthis, brought to their attention some work that needed doing in relation to this Vampire problem. He informed them that through ranger tracking and clerical magic, the forces of Machodor were aware of the following;
  • The 300 Trollops passed by and then walked backwards in their tracks to a stone doorway hidden at the base of a large mound deep in the swamp about 30 miles from Minas Mandalf. This highly coordinated attempt to throw off trackers was successful against the dim witted Puglins, but not against Rangers from the Pegasus Scout Regiment.
  • The doorway leads to a temple dedicated to a demon of the ancient world, now long forgotten, but worshipped as a god by the primitive people of the time, known to them as Huheuteotl.
  • An old (but much more recent than the temple) graveyard was found at the top of the hill.
  • Commune has been used to confirm that there is only one Vampire, none of the Trollops have been turned into undead (yet).
  • The "Magic Mirror" cannot penetrate the temple, but can transport the party to a location just outside the stone door.

Mission: Go into the temple and find the location of the Vampire, mapping the route and location of any traps, then return and furnish the information to Haragon, a Level 12 Cleric waiting outside with his team.

Reward: All treasure found along the way plus 50% of treasure held by the Vampire. The adventurers have options to; kill the vampire themselves (in this case they receive 100% of any treasure), help Haragon kill the vampire, or wait outside for the Cleric to kill the Vampire without the party.

Machodor Forces on site:

Haragon and his supporters (Level 6 Cleric, Level 7 Paladin, Level 5 Paladin, & Level 5 Psionic Paladin)

Pegasus Scout Regiment 2nd squad (The Whitescales).

10 Puglins


Wand of Secret Door and Trap detection available.

Mandalf’s Prismatic Sunglasses available.

Five players answered the call. They soon found themselves in the Mirror facility, deep in the bowels of the central keep of Minas Mandalf. Here they met with the Macho King himself, who had recently finished researching a new spell;


Macho Mandalf's Prismatic Sunglasses (Abjuration, Conjuration/Summoning)
Level: 5 Components: V,S
Range: Touch Casting Time: 5 segments
Duration: 12 turns + 6 turns/level  Saving Throw: Special
Area of Effect: special

Explanation/Description: This spell enables the magic-user to conjure up a 
pair of shimmering, multi-colored, dazzling sunglasses which provide infravision to 60' and protection against all negative effects that operate via the visual faculties, for example; the gaze attack of a basilisk, a continual light spell cast on the eyes, the fear effect from the sight of a mummy, even the charming gaze of a vampire.

Where the recipient of this spell would otherwise suffer from such effects they are negated. In addition, a saving throw is made, which, if successful, causes the effect or effects to be reversed back on their originator, if possible, causing them to suffer the same effects or, if appropriate, make a saving throw but with a -4 penalty due to the amplification effect of the glasses' magic.



When you're working for a Patron with a new spell

Through the wonders of the Mirror Of Mental Prowess, the group placed themselves right at the mysterious door just after dawn, giving themselves the entire day to find the Vampire before night falls, and vampires are reputed to rise.

Haragon handed a Wand of Secret Door and Trap Detection to the party ‘scout’ (Machodor does not condone thieves) and set up his camp with a Daern’s Instant Fortress, while Puglins played in the muddy swamp not far away. Erwin (Thief Level 3) studied the wand and hoped it worked as advertised.

Although the Pegasus Scout Regiment squad had found a graveyard, they had not investigated it, so the party decided to make the fairly difficult climb to the top of the hill, starting from the side opposite the door. Treefingers (Ranger level 1) led the way around. Once at the top they brushed themselves off and examined the small graveyard, which contained a number of headstones; but was dominated by a square mausoleum about 20’ wide. They noted that the names had been worn away from all the headstones and above the door to the mausoleum, which was slightly ajar. Further examination convinced them that this was done in a deliberate act, rather than natural weathering.

A charge or two from the wand was used to check for traps, revealing none. Within the cracked stone of the mausoleum the party found some clues; a recently deceased body that had been battered to death, three raised platforms that had recently had something heavy dragged across them, and a small hand axe on the cracked stone floor. 


Most interestingly, a search of the body produced a map.
 

This map showed a stepped pyramid, apparently, judging by other geographical features, at the location where they were currently standing.

The ranger Treefingers was able to track the footsteps of someone who had carried a heavy object out of the room, across the graveyard and down the hill in the direction of the door at its base.

Puzzled by all this, but feeling they had done due diligence in this location, the party climbed back down the hill (carefully avoiding a snake) and made ready to open the heavy stone door.  

Several turns of fruitless shoving later, the door finally yielded and the party could see a corridor leading into the hill. The structure was made up of a seemingly random combination of granite, obsidian, and red stone, the latter of which give off a faint glow.

Before taking another step, Erwin used the wand to detect traps, and they were standing right next to some sort of trapped flagstones. They carefully marked these stones with ash that Shinji (Simple Mendicant Wujen level 3) implausibly had large quantities of for some reason.

Moving past the trap and into the corridor proper, the atmosphere became hot and stifling, very noticeable to those in heavy armour.

There was another trap at the end of the corridor where it met stairs going up. Once again they marked and avoided this, then ascended the stairs up into a large room. From the top of the stairs they could see the room contained three sarcophagi, two pillars that looked a bit oddly formed, and wall decorations depicting the male and female gods of which the party had been briefed.

From where the thief crouched at the entrance he could also see two bodies on the floor, though his view of them was mostly blocked behind sarcophagi. There was quite a bit of discussion as, via the wand, a suspicious section of wall proved to hide a secret door. One of the characters moved forward to investigate, which triggered the activation of the two columns. They transformed into moving statues in the shape of the depicted goddess of vice, Tlazolteotl, each bearing a steel sword (after this the two bodies were ignored, but an examination would have shown that they been sliced to ribbons with a sharp blade).

Momentarily struck by the authentic Harryhausenian animation, the party recovered and moved as one to attack the two statues, which proved a difficult task after a longsword +1  broke when it hit the solid stone figure. Since the weapon had been borrowed from the Minas Mandalf armoury, this event brought on mixed feelings of loss.

Hypnotic Pattern was deployed by Shinji, a spell which I had to look up to adjudicate. Amazingly, this spell makes no provision for immunity to automatons such as those they faced, which had +4 on saving throws anyway, so I allowed it to apply as written. One statue failed its save, immediately halving the danger to the party as it stopped to stare at the pattern.

A couple of different techniques were now employed by the party to ameliorate the risk to their weapons. Shinji allowed his Shortsword +2 to be used, thinking (wrongly), that it would be proof against shattering. As it happened, the sword was successfully deployed without breaking, reinforcing this belief. Erwin attempted to grapple the statue, and soon learned that short & light thieves are outclassed in this arena by stone statues.

The others plugged away while the non-hypnotized statue whiffed a few attacks. Finding little purchase with his bow, Treefingers decided also to grapple; but went flying through empty space as his attack came simultaneously with solid hits from Tancred (Level 4 Paladin) and Steiner (Level 4 Dwarf Fighter) that shattered the automaton. Shinji kept concentrating on his pattern until they had destroyed the second animated column.

A search of the room found mummified bodies clad in ornate bronze armour within the two outer sarcophagi, then they discovered that the centre sarcophagus actually contained a steep stair cut into stone, heading down.

Down the stairs and around the corner the party found a room with a five more sarcophagi, this time standing, positioned around a huge statue of Huheuteotl. Its eyes seemed to stare back at them from the far side of the room. Evil was detected; but, again, traps were not.

Erwin decided to make straight for the presumed jewels in the brow of the statue; but as soon as he got in range, the statue's eyes lit up and sent a searing blast of light his way. As this was a manifestation of the awesome power of Huhueteotl, the blast could not be dodged, and burned away a chunk of flesh from its target. At the same time the doors to the 5 sarcophagi swung open, giving the party a shock. However, the only things that came out were the desiccated, and very dead, mummified guards that fell to the floor with a clatter. It seemed that the magic power which would have animated them was no longer puissant enough to do so.

Next round the laser eyed statue blasted Tancred, and things started to look a little dicey for the PCs; until they realised there was space behind the statue, between the wall and its back. They now rushed to squeeze into the space together and began to methodically chip away at the statue until it fell to bits.

Feeling worse for wear, the party eschewed continuing down the passage that led out of the room to the west, but instead returned back up stairs, opened the secret door they had previously located, and explored the passage behind it (narrowly avoiding to forget to use the wand and dying horribly!). After several turns they found stairs going up to another room, presumably near the top of the pyramid.

It was getting late so they gathered up the bronze armour and other items they could carry (included the stone head of the Huheuteotl statue) and retraced their steps back outside. Haragon copied their map and was pleased with their efforts, and was also understanding that to complete the job they would have to return to the swamp at another time.

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Monsters: 1120xp

Treasure: 2500gp. Back in Minas Mandalf there was a sage/merchant who was very interested in their finds, and payed well for the armour and weapons etc.

Total XP :3620xp

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Session PCs

Steiner (Dwarf Fighter Level 4)

Erwin (Human Thief Level 3)

Treefingers (Human Ranger Level 1)

Shinji (Human Mendicant Wujen Level 3)

Tancred (Human Paladin Level 4)

Supporting Characters

Haragon (Human Cleric Level 12)

Brovenloft: Curse of the Gnomeking

Prologue Last seen in the Battle of Hobgobiton, the Gnomeking of Gnomesville in Machodor was thought to have suffered some sort of disaster ...