I know, right?
On the shoulders of giants. (dwarf giants).
Nobody to aoo you; the gargoyles are both dead and the vampire is sleeping at the command of Oso.
Just the sleeping vampire, a gargoyle in front of Oso, and the unaccounted for succubus.
Riese's attack.....
Yih...I feel like I jacked up by not using more alu fiends for the wrestling.
Yih...I feel like I jacked up by not using more alu fiends for the wrestling.
:)
I'll do better next time....I swear's it!
He turns into a cloud of smoke, and recoalesces across the room on the trellis.
The last gargoyle goes down easily enough, and the succubus is nowhere to be seen....
"Stake the bastard! He'll be helpless for a while while regaining his, um... health. Put the silver stake through his chest, and then we'll drag him out into the sunlight." While somebody impales the vampire, Altai scans the room for a reappearing succubus. The wasp slowly orbits the room.
end of combat....1,400 experience points each.
The vampire had a +2 bastard sword.
Under his trellis, there's a chest...
40 gold bricks, each worth 1,000 g.p. reside in the chest.
You're able to haul the comatose vampire back up to the common room where the mist parts away over the dead hags; the sun shines through and burns the fell creature back into oblivion.
The succubus has apparently moved on to bigger and better things; killing one of you (maybe) in a surprise attack and then being immmediately slaughtered apparently doesn't appeal to her...
The lizardman alchemist seems to have come around, and is attending to the paladin...
Altai starts taking shop with the lizardman alchemist.
I am.....Krisharr....
Int check r5
Int check r2
Int check r2
I....I don't entirely know where I am....have I been...brewing potions? who are you people?
"We're adventurers from Sandpoint. Let's bring you and your friend back to the lizardman village; we'll plan our next move from there. This is a bad place."
Pip begins thinking up a good drinking song
There was a band of warriors brave
Who came upon a vampire's grave
They sliced and stabbed and burned away
'Till they staked his heart and showed him day.
So now they've come to spend their gold,
And drink until they pass out cold!
"Hmmm.... a little rough, but it has promise .."
Strums Lucille some more while picking up some gold bricks.
"We're adventurers from Sandpoint. Let's bring you and your friend back to the lizardman village; we'll plan our next move from there. This is a bad place."
If not now, well then the lizardmen from the village'll probably come back for it sooner than later.
Outside the tree there's a small hunting party of 6 of them. They send a runner back to the village; want to know if there's any further instructions.Looks like 15 bearers could get it all back there in a few hours.
Krisharr points to the cauldron;
"That....is a thing of the Orcusites. I'd say destroy it.
Have you seen any of the red ones? The foul brew in there is what changed them. Don't drink any...."
"We didn't see any reds." Altai pauses for a few moments. "The cauldron should be destroyed, I agree. Let's bring it back to the village, melt it down and rework the metal into something uselful. That would be the best use of it; also, it would be a constant reminder of the Orcusites' defeat."
The lizardman perks up;
"That's a splendid idea..."
yes; I'll burn the concoction....don't anyone now even touch the foul stuff."
he looks at the purple-feathered wizard Altai;
"unless.....did you touch it allready?"
exit tree....
It's a more cheerful walk back to the lizardman village; the party is greeted by a gator-grunting group of warriors at the gate, and brought before the chieftan...
"You have brought back an inkling of joy to the Hall of Hrrth-Gahrr, pinkskins....
I feel woe that my son is dead of this undertaking, though I know, he was long ago lost to me..."
There's a wild boar cooking on the spit when the party enters.
"I feel shamed that we can offer no great hospitality to so deserving a crew, but please, eat..."
an old lizardwoman carves of steaming chunks; proffers them in leaf wrappings for dinnerware; no toureens at this gala.
Altai happily munches away at the offered boar meat. "Now, chief, while we cannot give you your leg back, I can craft a prosthetic replacement." He looks around the lizadman camp. "You don't have an abundance of metal, and wood isn't durable enough... If your hunters could get me a pair of crocodile spines, I think we're in business."
"Yes; I think that can be arranged. They can go blindeye a pair tonight."
"The swamp is ours at night, again..."
Pip attempts to get the tribe's morale up with some good high spirited tunes. He strums Lucille at the fire:
The Vampire's withered, His bones are now crumbled;
His armor is shivered, His splendour is humbled!
Though sword shall be rusted,
And many have perished
With strength that folk trusted
And wealth that they cherished,
Here grass is still growing,
And leaves are yet swinging,
The green water flowing,
And lizardfolk singing
Come! Oor rah rah narshes
Come back to marshes
The stars are far brighter
Than gems without measure,
The moon is far whiter
Than silver in treasure:
The fire is more shining
On hearth in the gloaming
Than gold won a-raiding,
So why go a-roaming?
They all start gator grunting along with the music. Somebody produces drums, and a washboard...
"We're adventurers from Sandpoint. Let's bring you and your friend back to the lizardman village; we'll plan our next move from there. This is a bad place."
"Where the hell is Sandpoint? Sounds foreign..."
Sandpoint......Saltmarsh.....meh....(LOL!)
Oso follows the rest back, "Good idea dat pot a-changed inta summat good. But can his leg be metal, I dunno this but seems fitting?"
"I thought about it, but then I decided against it. After all, I don't really want the possibility of residual bad energies seeping into the chief's body from a reforged leg."
Sandpoint......Saltmarsh.....meh....(LOL!)
The time here goes easily enough. The lizardmen rebuild somewhat...two days later, a group of 3 locathah appear from the lagoon, and come to seek council with the chief.
"We have taken your offer of a joint effort against the sahuagin to our warboss, great Hirrrth Gihrr....and he has decided now is not the time to strike," they impart to the Lizardman.
"We fear that your problems weaken you too much at this juncture..."
Hrth Ghrr responds, "we have....recently...gotten past those problems."
The locathah look at the pinkskin warband.
While the other party members relax, Altai's hard at work:
Here's my leg proposal:
Crocodile bone leg: This prosthetic leg is crafted from carefully articulated crocodile spines. Though rather macabre-looking, it makes the user move with quickness and agility.
* Continuous Expeditious retreat: Spell level (1) × caster level (1)× 2,000 gp = 2000 gp.
* +2 bonus to Jump and Intimidate: Bonuses squared × 100 gp = 400 each.
The leg replaces a lost leg; alternatively, a character can cut off a limb and attach the new leg instead. Wearing it counts as wearing magical boots. Base cost=2800x1.5(multiple abilities on one item)=4200. Thus, I need to work 5 days on it, and it'll set me back 2100 gold and 168 xp.
When the locatahs show up, Altai's halfway done with his project.
heh heh....
I'm learning...
seeing if this works.
Huzzah!!!
I'm an advanced mothaf@*$a!!!
This is the......sahuagin lair alluded to earlier...
Tell me if it works for you guys, and if it makes sense.
Huzzah! It works!!! (edit)
Huzzah!!!
Right on Heathy, now we're talking.