Gluttony's RotRL Campaign

I am particularly proud that I drew tears from my players twice while running this campaign...

...not counting our drow paladin's incredible goodbye speech to Nualia, whom she considered an embodiment of what could have happened to her. I can't take credit for that one, since it was the paladin's player's speech, but I admit I teared up as well.

Making your GM cry: +100 XP.

SOOOOOO looking forward to your next few sessions!

Making your GM laugh to the point of tears: priceless. ;)

Part 59: The Haunted Heart

The fey man’s sobbing reversed almost instantaneously to a delighted chatter as he bombarded Lulu with questions in his native tongue, and though the others couldn’t understand the language, they judged from body motions that the conversation looked to be a reunion of sorts between old friends.

Nelipot quietly asked Atali whether Lulu was from around the Hook Mountain region, and the barbarian, realizing that the druid had not-yet heard the story of Lulu’s thousands of years away from the material plane, responded affirmatively, with an added remark that she’d explain in detail later on.

Lulu’s presence was able to calm the pixie at any rate, and after a few minutes of discussion she was able to turn back to the rest of the group and explain the details of what he had attempted to ask of them a moment earlier.

The pixie was named Yap—a fey who Lulu and her familiar Pix had known for a time in the First World—and it seemed he had come to them as a last-resort of sorts, to seek aid in what would have otherwise been a problem for the fey alone, and kept separate from the affairs of the humans and humanoids of the material plane.

Something had happened to a nymph named Myriana, of a place called Whitewillow, though Yap himself seemed to have gaps in his vocabulary that limited his ability to describe the exact nature of what had transpired. That something had somehow corrupted the larger fey was all that Lulu had been able to gather, and Yap had come to seek the aid of friends of a mysterious human lover of hers, though nobody knew who that might be.

The pixie was insisting that they leave immediately to help him out, and seemed to whimper at any hesitation or discussion of the matter that occurred in-lieu of action. Eventually though, a unanimous vote among the heroes came to the conclusion that a sudden outbreak of mysterious corruption in an influential fey woman—especially considering that it occurred so close in time and proximity to the influence of the lamia matriarch Lucrecia—was too serious to be ignored, and unlikely to be coincidental.

Lucrecia was still recovering from her wounds and blindness, or so they hoped, and so investigating Yap’s plea before turning their attention to Hook Mountain, where Lulu’s scrying indicated that she had retreated, seemed like a wise course of action.

To Yap’s dismay, Uriel paused the others before they properly set off, and asked to speak to Lulu. The witch agreed, though she first delivered one of the restorative scrolls she’d purchased in Magnimar to Nelipot, so that the druid might finally heal the mental wounds Lucrecia had inflicted in their battle.

Uriel admitted that he was indeed still torn on the matter of Kaven’s deliberately-engineered escape, but added that he’d been thinking on the matter during Lulu and Atali’s time in Magnimar. While he himself didn’t know exactly what response he was meant to give in such a situation, he did know how to fall back upon the teachings of the paladin code of Iomedae, which quite notably included the stipulation that faith in one’s fellows was a necessary aspect of what he believed.

The paladin conceded thus that while he didn’t know whether or not what Lulu had done was the right course of action, he knew she believed it to be so. He would trust in her judgement, so long as she agreed to avoid going behind his back again, unless of course she felt that doing so was completely necessary.

Lulu agreed, glad to be back on good terms with her friend once again, and with that the group set about making travel plans.

They would travel south to Turtleback Ferry, along with the pixie Yap, who they’d encouraged to remain invisible while in town. While there, mayor Shreed could use Erastil’s clerical magic to activate the restorative scroll for Nelipot that the rest of the group was having difficulty with. Then they would rent a boat, and use it to skirt the northern edge of Claybottom lake, crossing Skull River and then Willow River before arriving on the eastern edge of the swampy Shimmerglens.

All this went according to plan, and even their foray into Whitewillow itself—though the journey was beset with strange apparitions and ghostly haunts—was relatively free of danger.

It wasn’t until they arrived at the scene of what looked to be a bloody battle, and saw the mangled body of a dryad half-protruding from a broken tree, that they began to suspect something was truly wrong.

Yap mournfully identified the corpse as Myriana herself, but as he did so, gestured to a clearing ahead. She was there now, he claimed, and he dared not approach any further.

The group exchanged apprehensive glances, and then stepped forwards into the clearing, with Lulu in the lead.

You are an evil, evil woman Gluttony!

WHAT HAPPENS NEXT!!!?!?!?!?!?!

Those "What alignment are you" quizzes said I was Lawful Good.

...Then again, maybe I've just got everybody fooled.