AD&D Greyhawk Adventures: The Temple of Elemental Evil

Game Master Anselth

The bronze doors of the entry (23 ' high, 20' wide) are held fast by huge iron chains, and all cracks are sealed with soft iron. Graven upon these massive valves are runes. You note that the writing glows and seems to burn with silvery radiance, making your eyes teary.

Tarmin, Gnobby, Save vs Spells at a -2

Those of you not examining the main entry have noted that the vile stained glass windows of the place are intact. You can enter by breaking the main door, or you can check the smaller bronzewood doors around the corners to the east and west.

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Save vs Spells : 14 1d20 - 2 ⇒ (9) - 2 = 7

spellsave: 1d20 - 2 ⇒ (10) - 2 = 8

+4 to magic and poison (gnome)
(e.g., rod, staff, wand)=11
Breath Weapons=15
death, paralysis, poison=13
petrifaction,polymorph=12
Spells for unlisted categories=12.

Gnobby and Tarmin stop short, unable to look at the front doors or continue to approach them.

The holy knight marches up as a test of faith, to see if the forces of good allow him to approach.

Spell save 1d20 + 3 - 2 ⇒ (5) + 3 - 2 = 6

But no, the repulsion forbids him too. He looks at Gnobby and Tarmin and smiles, "side doors it would always be once one of us were stopped. The runic chains ward here. Let us hope we can pass elsewhere."

"Maybe if I was a bad gnome, I could pass?"

Gnobby is somewhat comforted by the magic, proud that it shows he is good. He moves to look for other entrances.

Tarmin's hand rises of its own accord, a warding gesture directed at the imposing door.

Frowning, she nods at Galavaine's assessment "The ward is strong after so many years....or it's been refreshed by new comers. The side doors it is then."

1d20 + 4 - 2 ⇒ (4) + 4 - 2 = 6 Save vs. Spells (TN 13)

"Ohh". "I gotta bad feeling about those doors". "Let's go around...please".

Andre frowns as the mere sight of the Temple causes his compatriots to falter in step. "This expedition has gotten off on the wrong foot," he grouses. "Let not this minor setback be a harbinger of things to come!"

The side doors are made from Bronzewood and barred from the inside, not chained from without as the front door was. Podo and Gnobby see no traps, but neither do they seem able to work the bar off the door.

"Look for tracks, they may lead us to the way in. Pettry do you have the wherewithal to open this bronzewood door."

Podo looks up to see if there are any entrances up higher, that might be easier to access. Maybe he could climb up, sneak down inside and unbar one of the side doors.

Tarmin backs away from the door and begins to search the area for signs of passage that may indicate an alternate entry.

Tracking 90% 1d100 ⇒ 74

There are several stained glass windows that are still intact which may provide entry, though they are set high on the wall. It would appear that whomever comes and goes from this place uses the doors.

Pettry takes a close look. "No spell prepared for this, I'm afraid. I'd imagine this could be broken open, but that'll cause a racket."

"I guess we could just wait till one of them comes out, and borrow his key". suggests Podo. "Then maybe one of you tall folk could take his robes and just lead us all in".

Podo smiles, then reaches into one of his sacks, and pulls forth his cultist robe from the moathouse. "Would this help"?

up the wall?: 1d100 ⇒ 37

Gnobby scurries up with a rope.

Gnobby maanges to toss a rope up and climb up near one of the stained glas windows. It depicts a hideous scene involving a demon and what's left of a human. Due to the nature of the glass, he has a hard time seeing inside, but he could break it easily.

Not having the best equipment, Gnobby uses his dagger to see if he can pry out a pane or do something more quiet than smashing it.

Smashing a window is so uncultured. And it is, after all, a church window.

Gnobby hisses: "Podo, climb up and help me. I don't want these panes to fall!"

"Or we could go in that way". Podo declares looking up at Gnobby. He tries to go up the same way Gnobby did.

1d100 ⇒ 60 climb (73%)

"If you cannot get it then worry not, I can silence any attack on the door. Heironeous hath provide such in his wisdom."

Podo and Gnobby hang precariously as Gnobby tries to pry the window open. He manages to pull out a piece large enough for him to wriggle through, and hands it to Podo. Peering in, Gnobby sees no movement.

Gnobby pulls Polo through and climbs down with the rope.
climb: 1d100 ⇒ 27

Gnobby moves down to the door with ease. He looks to unbar the door.

The door is easily opened by lifting a heavy brace. As the group enters and their eyes adjust, their surroundings become more clear.

The floor of this area is reddish brown slate-like stone squares, each about 2 feet square. The walls are plastered and painted with scenes befitting the nature of the Temple — disgusting acts, killing, torture, enslavement, robbery, thievery, and unspeakable things. The creeds of the worshippers here are all too evident. Evil is flaunted and lionized. Dim light filters through the stained glass windows, casting revolting colors upon the greenish stones of the floor to the north.

In that direction you can see the nave of the Temple. The pillars to either hand are of a pinkish mineral, shot through with worm-colored veins. Their arches lead to an unremarkable pair of lesser
side aisles. The columns supporting the archways, as well as the arches themselves, are worked in bas relief. As with the frescoes in the entryway, the scenes here are ineffable, vile, filthy. It is probable
that this area was reserved for the lowliest of worshippers. The area beyond is better lit and more open, though it also has more of the nauseating pinkish pillars supporting the roof high overhead.

They won't have the 5' square tiles in here for another twenty years.

Andre smiles as Gnobby and Podo open the side door to the Temple. "Excellent work, you two!", he says in a hushed tone. "Like the Moathouse, let us see how far we may delve without rousing an alarm." He draws his blade and readies his shield, striding into the unhallowed halls of the Temple at last.

Tarmin grins at Gnobby and Podo, and gives each of thier shoulders a squeeze as she slips into the tenebrous enclosure.

She ranges to the left, arrow ready on her bow held before her, steps careful and silent as her eyes range to all corners , seeking danger.

Perception 1d20 ⇒ 7

Gnobby slips on his cloak and looks ahead. He is completely hidden in the poorly lit temple.

The holy priest grimaces at the sights and adoration of evil.

Podo sneaks on ahead as well.

Eventually Sir Galavaine nods to his noble friend and the pair of them lead Pettry towards the nave, giving the scouts time to head around and before. Somehow words seem unnecessary and out of place as their boots echo off the small flagstones.

His flail and shield ready for battle, he pulls out his holy symbol of a sword and kisses it before laying the shiny beacon of goodness on his breast.

Gnobby smiles to Podo and gives him a sign wiggling his thumb and pinky. Later young men with long boards would adopt this.

Andre advances as well, his sword and shield at the ready as always.

Ugh. I hate life. Sorry guys.

The group moves forward carefully into the center of the building.

The pillars here are white marble, veined with ugly red. The altar block of pinkish white marble is roughly oval something over 7 feet long by 5 feet wide. Its top has a hollowed out portion resembling a human
form, with legs apart and arms away from the body. This depression is stained a darker color than the rest. Just north of the altar is a circular, marble-lined pit — a well of sorts— 20 feet in diameter. Shards of broken crystal vessels lie about the well, near the altar, and scattered about the floor. A crystal knife with a broken blade lies atop the stone block.

New map

"Traps? Or not?"

det traps: 1d100 ⇒ 75

"I see no traps, Podo?????"

No traps are found as you move forward.

Gnobby motions to Podo and they slowly circle the room taking opposite directions. Podo moves left and Gnobby moves right, moving quietly and cautiously. They meet at the altar near the depression and carefully search the area for anything 'missing'.

Gnobby carefully adds the crystal knife to his pouch without touching it. He refrains from examining it carefully until he has scouted the area and all adjoining doors. Listening at each door for any strange sounds.

Sir Galavaine moves to check the eastern chamber beyond the nave. He motions for Sallandrya to accompany him while Andre and Tarmin can broach the other side.

Using hand signals he tries to time it so that both groups spring any ambush together.

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Looking at the image I would think, 'totally adventurer friendly, please ring doorbell'.

How would they get sufficient air into the temple if it was sealed up? Wondering if we missed something as we came in.

Accustomed to keeping watch over Podo, Sallandrya gives a quick glance at her brave friend then slowly joins the Knight of Verbobonc.

The Ranger Priestess, ill adjusted for being indoors at the best of times, feels the weight of such a vile a structure that now surrounds her.

Sallandrya looks for signs of passing among the stone floor, and keeps her keen Elven hearing at a peek.

Perception 1d20 ⇒ 8

Tracking Urban (65%) 1d100 ⇒ 53

Whispers

'Perhaps good Andre could scan for signs of wickedness.'

"Tis a good idea, Sallandrya."

Tarmin mirrors Sallandrya's movement, keeping an eye on those ahead.

Had a perception roll earlier of 7

Well in my lost in space post Podo actually made his find traps roll, and grabbed the dagger to keep anyone from accidentally cutting themselves...But we'll just pretend that he fell asleep and dreamed that :-).

Podo silently acknowledges Gnobby's suggestion, and searches around his side for anything unusual.

1d20 ⇒ 12 search 1d6 ⇒ 4 or 1d6 search. Got to check my book.

"You sure you don't want me to hold that dagger Gnobby". "I wouldn't want you to cut yourself".

I actually think is a little whimsical that our two 'urban scouts' put back the 'Thief' in the 'Rogue' class.

Please keep your hands where I can see them, thank you very much.

Andre nods and glances about, seeing if he senses wickedness about.

Detecting evil!

Sallandrya made Perception and Urban Tracking above.

To Andre's eyes, the entire building seems to pulse and glow with evil, though no single point stands out. Years and years of wicked deeds and men have corrupted the entirety of this building.

The two scouts find no sign of traps as they spread out. Salla and Tarmin both note that the floor is fairly clear of dust, disconcerting in what is supposed to be a long empty and unused temple.

Map

'I ... don't like this place. And yet endure I must. We all do. Anyone see a way up or down?'

Gnobby points to the side doors. We need to find what is in these small rooms. He proceeds to search and listen at each door.

traps/listen door left: 2d100 ⇒ (38, 4) = 42
traps/listen door right: 2d100 ⇒ (53, 61) = 114

Podo confident that Gnobby will tell him if they're anything dangerous, steps up to the door closest to him, and checks to see if it is locked. If so he will attempt to pick the lock.

1d100 ⇒ 81 Disarm Traps (61%) If necessary
1d100 ⇒ 19 Pick lock (61%)