Welcome Sir Hexen Ineptus. I'd glad you finally made it onto the boards so that we can hear your side of things as they occur. As a long fan of Allen and Turin's campaigns, for even competing in them, I do salute you.
Keep on posting, I definately want to hear more for Sir Ineptus. He seems like he's got a good sense of humor.
Why thank you
Happy Thanksgiving you lunatics - remember, in just a few days, the game resumes with the group in the catacombs... what lurks beyond the secret door Appetizer has found? What else is in waiting to feast on your tender anatomical parts? Do terror birds really taste like turkey, or are they a more 'gamey' taste that seems so commonly associated with chow brought down in the wild rather than behind a split-rail fence?
Ok, I am more then late on this one, but you will have to forgive me I guess. This entry was particularly long. I hope you enjoy.
-The Journalist
Journal Entry 2
Great, now we have run into an old lady who is speaking a strange language who apparently our wizard freak seems to understand. I have never seen the captain so off set before. Now he is b#!+&ing about me being “always buried in her book”. Does the captain want this epic journey written down or what? Ok, that was messed up! Crazy spider covered women just turned into one! The party can now hear a wheel creaking scream come out of my mouth. Ok, spiders are finally gone and I can breathe once again. Great, now a giant chicken birth thing is attacking our meat shield, I mean Fighter. Now the Wizard’s making chicken feathers fly everywhere. NICE! The Beguiler make the chicken hit itself! Now that I am flying, it’s a much better view of the battle. I feel like I need a cup of tea up here, then things would be perfect.
All these chicken cooking spells is making such a small in the air that makes me oh-so hungry. There goes the meat shei…I have to stop doing that….ehhh..Tomorrow. Hit him this time! There goes Captain Antsy. Finally I can come down yet? I’m getting kinda dizzy. However the breeze up here is refreshing. Is that a bald spot I see on the Captain? I better keep that to myself if I want to sleep soundly. Great, now I gotta fly to heal the other turkey, I mean Fighter. Ouch, Captain! Hey, Fighter, come back here! I’m not done healing your turkey! Ewww, that was slightly wrong. Oh boy, I am going to be eating chicken for a month…perhaps I should ‘accidentally’ burn some so we can have some variety, like fezant, or quail, mmmm quail is good. Chicken is struggling to move! It’s rather funny to watch. Note to self, don’t piss off the beguiler. SLEEP TIME! Wow, that was short… I sense a pervert near by this morning… I shout this out to the party. “There’s a pervert near by!”
I just heard a sound like there is someone, hopefully the pervert follower falling into a chasm. Ok, this place is freaking weird, and the Beguiler just found a cool spear and a pretty necklace which I might just commandeer in the middle of the night. Apparently the Captain thinks the rib cage could possibly come to life as an undead. Wow, we are following this guy why again? Now the Fighter is trying to reassure our Wizard that she will be fine because he will be right behind her. The laughter of the party eventually dies down and I pretty much insist on going first with ‘fly’ cast on myself and with my healing abilities, I would be fine. Ooohhh, the Fighter just got munched, and now he’s not moving too fast. Yet again I have to save him. I don’t know how I am going to without getting my ass in deep shit. Now there is green ooze everywhere and I am very glad that I am the one with ‘fly’. However, I’m over a REALLY DEEP CHASM, and you know my reaction to heights. I’m currently hugging my knees in mid air while watching my companions getting mashed to bits by ugly ‘too many damn’ legged creatures. I would have to fly straight through both of them to help everyone. Not a good idea. Oh wow, is that a web? I hope that was from the other side and there aren’t any more spiders around.
Well, I’ll keep hitting the things with my magic floating weapon, but it doesn’t appear to be doing much. Dear God, where did the big fat man come from? I hope he isn’t real. Ok, sorry, I got a little queasy from the height of the chasm. He seems to be farting, but nothing is coming out in the way of smell. Thank you Beguiler for your sick, yet creative sense of humor. I finally got the opportunity to fly back to the party and the queasiness is slowly wearing off. The Captain just charged the creature. I’m personally just trying to regain my composure. Oh dear lord, the fake fat guy just mooned the thing with what is personally the largest, palest ass I have ever seen. Now I need a brain wipe to get ride of that horrific image.
Go Captain! I can’t believe I just wrote/said that… He looks twice his normal size, which I am hoping doesn’t mean his stupidity hasn’t doubled also. So I cast ‘Cat’s grace’ and ‘Neutralize Poison’ on our Fighter, so he is going to owe me huge, I just have to think now what will suffice for return payment. Now the Captain has ‘Haste’ and I’m wondering what he’s going to do with it. Finally, they are both dead. Unfortunately, if I didn’t have to go back over the dreaded chasm to cast those spells, I would be feeling better. Now I’m really queasy at the site of canopied carnage and the freaking height issues. I need to sit down… Great, now the Captains at it again, trying to convert our awesome ‘fat man’ illusionist into following Kord. Now I’m being requested to overcome my height issue and find the treasure within the dreaded chasm! Tomorrow I will cast it on someone else who won’t throw up on the way down. Apparently the Beguiler offered due to her searching skills. So after the Captain runs low on ‘Turn Undead’ spells, I take over, and with my first attempt, we find one, and the oh-so “I really want to hit something” Fighter charges after the fleeing undead corpse. I decided to move around the corner on the other side of the undead creature which forces him to run away from me, and therefore, past every party member. I don’t think it will make it to the other side.
Well I'm chiming in late again, but I'm sure you lads and lasses will have some patience with the captain. And if you don't, then like a proper cleric of Kord I'll beat ya till you do.
We traveled a bit further on and ran into the giant chickens that everyone has mentioned. The lady Tightbutt decided to attempt some out door cooking via fireball and scorching ray. Blabbermouth was happy to throw a variety of spells that kept several birds acting like stumps. Add in the pain dished out by sir Ineptus and myself and the fight was short, sweat and easy.
A little while later while walking through this jungle we came across a bunch of ruins. In the ruins was a mass of spider webs and freaky looking woman. Turns out that she, Lady Tightbutt and Blabbermouth all shared a language that the rest of us don't know. probably some silly fingerwiggler thing. Despite my repeated warnings not to tell the freaky lady too much they both spent far to much time talking. I get the felling that if I had known what they were saying I would have had to shut them up myself.
Later we found a long tunnel that had the Journalist muttering about "perverts". I think the just got freaked out by a rat or something.
Now yours truly may be a touch chaotic, and not up on the book learning, but I ain't no fool. So when we see deep chasms with only two bridges across them, I immediately start thinging boobie trap. Now the Journalist can lay down a fly spell thanks to the not completely useless god of hers. I wanted to send Sir Ineptus ahead under it, but she want to do it herself.
Fortunately this left Sir Ineptus back at the door way where he put his big muscles and glass jaw to their proper use when the two biggest bugs I've ever seen came crawling down the walls. After he ran back out of harms way we managed to bottle neck them in the door while the Journalist hovered over the chasms out of harms way. I got busy calling on the blessing on strength of Kord, which can take a while if you want to be REALLY bad@ss.
I got distracted for a moment when I heard an incredibly loud fart out in the room. At first I thought that the Journalist had let one rip, but looking up I saw a large fat man shaking his rear at the bugs. Turns out Blabbermouth was making illusions to distract the bugs and lure them through some groups of minions she had summoned. The bugs couldn't hurt the minions, but the minions could hurt the bugs.
Eventually I came out with all the blessings Kord was willing to bestow on me, and a few extra thanks to our finger wigglers. I made short work the remaining bugs, or at least what we left of them after the various spells did their work.
When finally we moved on it was into a hallway with really disgusting artwork. It was dedicated to an old god of undead, and there were plenty of dead bodies around. Not that hard to figure out what comes next.
Sure enough we ran into a trio of mummies. Of course thanks to the fact that we were laying down turn attempts as we went the first one got up and ran away. During the ensuing fight a few of our weak willed members froze in terror. The pathetic pansies. If Sir Ineptus wants to honor Kord he better stop locking up like a baby crying for it's momma.
Sir Hexen just has the worst luck, doesn't he? Really he should go back to playing a Hexblade, the whole Aura of Unluck ability just makes so much sense for him.
A quick question for the journalist in OOC fashion. What is the design of this character now that MizKitty is out of the picture? Is the Journalist another Druid...she seems to be a divine caster...but who knows. A 'Savant' (from Dragon Compendium) would have been an awesome choice for a character of this kind.
To respond shortly to the OOC question about my character "The Journalist". No, sorry, but she is not a druid, or anything like my old character of "MizKitty". I have actually created a whole new character due to the unfortunate lack of knowledge of how to play the badbehind "MizKitty" Henseforth, I created a character I knew I could play, using rules from the system and making her a little more based on "role playing" characteristics that make her special in my eyes. She is actually, as you suspected, a devine caster. A cleric to be persice. She mostly just heals and buffs, but a few nice spells like you will see in the next entry, which will have to wait unfortunatly till tomorrow due to a recent sickly development that arose shortly after the game finished, will mention a few cool fighting spells she has taken on. Her journal has now become a minor artifact and she now has a quill, that can if she chooses, which isn't often, to float and write down what she is thinking so she can concentrate in battle. In her character, that is a rarity, for she likes nothing better then to be head first in her writings. I hope that this fills in the confusion of my kind reads thoughts and that my illness will subside by tomorrow morning so that I can finish typing up the remainder of my journal entry 3 and let you wonderful readers enjoy the mayhem that was this evenings game. Much love to all and good night.
Beth/Joselin the Journalist
Excuse me, Turin, can you explain what you mean?Torsin Tightbutt was - if memory serves - a name I slapped on a female half-elven druid character back in 1e, with a high Comliness score. 'Tightbutt' refers to one of her more ... 'easy on the eyes' anatomical features...
In this case, the player does not fit the bill per se, so the newer suspicions of her surname are far more entertaining...
Meaning you are neither of elven blood nor inclined to wear "D&D" garb and thus show off various anatomical features. ^_^
Some of the older posts speculate some as to your character's personality ... which of course the on-going incendiary courtship betwixt yourself and Sir Ineptus has many enjoying the mirth and merriment...
As The Journalist awakens, and feels slightly better then the night before, she completes the journal entry valiently and hopes that this will create a small piece of entertainment for her patient readers.
Journal Entry 3
So as we march on, the Fighter continues to whine about his skin falling off from the mummy’s curse. I’m sure I can cure him, but not till I can redo my spells. I’m staying dead center of everyone so I can reach everyone with my spells.
Our Captain has decided to take charge more so then usual and has managed to save us from a trap that the Beguiler found. With some skill and creativity, the Captain forces a rope around the lid of the sarcophagus and pulls it off. After which, I finally manage to get into the room and read what was engraved there. The name I couldn’t pronounce, but to document it was written as such in the common tongue. “Teonahwanhi”. The name floods my brain as a man who offered to be buried alive to appease the temperamental gods. I now have a very bad feeling about desecrating this place.
We continue to move on as our Wizard throws a glowing stone forward so that we can have a hope of seeing something before it comes charging at us. So much for that idea. I’ll be right back.
Ok, now I can breathe. Before I got dragged into the oozes belly, I threw this irreplaceable item yelling out “ANYTHING BUT THE JOURNAL!” After finally freeing myself, I crawl into the water to wash the dreaded acid off my body, all I can see is our Fighter, stark naked, crawling toward a light. After the useless attempt to wash that image from my brain, I pick up the famous item I am writing in now. I had my golden goblet souvenir to the now penniless and item stricken Fighter to try and make up for his loss. Not sure if it was of total sufficiency, but it’s what I can do.
Still moving forward as the Beguiler starts singing “Star Treking, across the universe. Boldly going forward because we can’t find reverse.” I have a feeling there is a small screw loose in that one. However, the tune is a bit catchy.
I can hear something that no one else can hear. However, everyone heard the Dwarf scream out “seafood is on the menu!” I alert the Captain and the rest of the party of the upcoming battle. The Dwarf seems to charge in as if he were the other Fighter. I’m starting to miss the strategy of the battle. There we go! The Fighter is back to normal, going crazy and charging forward. However, I think in all the crazy, he gets a Charlie horse and falls down stairs. I run forward casting “Haste” on a majority of the party. I am hoping this will boost the party’s spirits in the heat of battle. MMMMM…. Something smells good! Da*n, the Wizard is giving me some competition in the lines of cooking. I will have to start practicing some more.
So the Captain breaks his hand against the crab’s stiff and spiky shell. The Fighter follows suit and finally gets some good bashing in. I cast my magic floating weapon which seems to put a crack in the juicy, soon to be dinner, creature. I think with something like that, I would have white wine.
I sit down because this battle is well in hand. These stairs are made of Basalt, but kinda worn down. Looks like this was a flood gate at some point. I start to think “BATH TIME” and point to the fighter and say “Naked Time, but not you, you have had your turn!” As I start to think twice about undressing in front of this particular party, I get handed 80lbs of crab meat. Great! Now I have a much bigger chance to my cooking craft!
As I arise from my somewhat peaceful slumber and hear the Captain “Huh, no I’m not cheating on you!” And the Dwarf whispers to the Beguiler “The next course is here, wake up!” As I try to maintain my composure so as not to loose the element of surprise on this main dish, things start to get very weird and two party members disappear. As we continue to debate what to do now, the party starts to slowly fall back to sleep.
As everyone wakes up with the sun we start to move on, and I begin to worry about the previous night’s creepiness’. We continue to march on still further, we yet again run into creepy, sneaky, “I like to hide from my prey” creatures. I can’t see them very well, and part of me is slightly glad of this due to the expression on the Fighter’s face.
There he goes again. Charging in, in a crazy rage no less, but actually manages to do some decent damage, although not as much as it should have. I take a small, quite defensive step forward and cast “Interfaith Blessing” on the entire party. The Fighter gives one of them a mighty blow that knocks one right in front of me to the ground. Ewww, slices him in half as he cleaves his weapon mightily into the next creature.
The Beguiler is up to her old tricks and casts a burst of energy that seems to overwhelm some of the creatures. Another of the creatures jumps down at her, but barely misses her. Ok, what is with the dog pile of fighting? I need to retreat a little bit. Feeling a little unsettled by that last swing. I step back a few paces and then cast “Haste” on the entire party. Once again, I have become the spectator to a fight we appear to be mightily winning. One seems to be down at the very least. One of them is staring at me. The Beguiler just jumped behind me. The Dwarf just splattered the one staring at me. Yet another image my brain has to clean out. The Dwarf just weirdly shouted out “Salad my A**, PUNK!”
We are staring at a mass of dead local two headed birds that appear to have fallen from the sky, due to the lack of foot prints. As we continue on our journey, we notice we have a large cliff we have to ascend, so I cast “Fly” on the Fighter and he takes everyone to the top of the cliff. We see ahead yet another group of Farrell looking gargoyles that seem to be a bit more aggressive then the last. I once again cast “Interfaith Blessing” on the entire party. I’m starting to get a little bored with this position since no one really ever goes down enough for me to really use my full powers. Oh, I better stop whining or I will bring bad Juju to the party. Da*nit Captain! Stop doing my job! I wanna have a shot to “bad a**” everyone! I’m just going to walk up whack someone! I cast “Sound Lance” at the leader and shout out “That’s from the Cleric!” Hehe, the real Cleric. This spell manages to chase off the rest of the enemies. Feeling a little less useless right now!
We found some pretty amazing stuff. I get to hold a really strong pearl of power. My animated quill begins to lay itself down into the last written page of my journal as I continue to admire the item, and we all call it a night. Good fight everyone, and good night.
Our travels seem to get easier for most of us. After that annoying battle with a couple of undead things, apparently they are called mummies; never heard of them before, didn't sound so bad. Well, as the mundane medic of the group, I was examining Sir Ineptus’s bite and claw marks and there was some lingering ailment on him. I was not able to cure it; there was a supernatural element to it that I could not deal with. As I was examining him, it took its initial grip on him causing his body to fall to dust. I concluded that if it overcame him, he would most likely fall to dust. I did was I could to hold it off till the next day no problems. I instructed him to tie an open bottle to himself. He didn't question me; I was after all tending to his wounds, yet again. I wanted a sample of his ashes should it overtake him, and if I was not around to catch them, I wanted to make sure that I got some. Since time was of the essence, we kept moving. There was some secret room that someone found, I was a little busy making sure people weren't going to die from disease when we found it. Inside was a room with a sarcophagus in the center. On top was the other key. Now, as good grave robbers and dungeon scavengers, we made sure that we got everything which meant opening up that sarcophagus. The appetizer informed us that there was a very nasty trap set up. She pointed out numerous holes in the wall, ceiling and floor which would come to life and attack us should we open the tomb. Being the bright bunch we are, we used the logic that if a trap attacks a specific area, set it off when you are not in its way. We secured a rope to the lid and pulled it right off; not before breaking off the top the first time. On our second attempt, off came the lid and out came over a hundred spikes covered in a nasty poison. Good thing we weren't in there when that went off. After all of the treasure popped up, we removed it from it's lodging securing over 100 poisoned spears. That sarcophagus also has some pretty looking stuff, not that I really cared what it did, our finger wigglers were too interested in that, something about a very powerful aura or something. We pressed on and found a room with a secured door; we decided to finish off this place before continuing through the well secured door.
If you can't figure out what happened next, WAKE UP, it has happened several times before to guess who yet again. That's right, Sir Ineptus got mauled again. The last room in the place looked to be an old eating area with a rotten table and chairs. Off to one side was a pool of water. Sir Ineptus took a fishing poll and lighted rock and went fishing for an ooze. This particular one was enormous and immediately got a hold of him. Now, I have been begging him to take a bath at least once every two months but what happened was overkill even by my standards. We quickly took formation and attacked like usual. I realized right after my first shot that I made a big mistake. I remembered something about these monsters; many weapons will split them in half. They can not take as much of a beating but they split in half and each half is just as powerful as the other. The fight was brutal but with a fireball from tightbutt and mass bludgeoning from us all, we eventually killed them. I am so glad that it was not me in there this time. That monsters acid melted all of Sir Ineptus’s weapons. And as if that wasn’t bad enough, he was stark naked except for gloves and a cape. I never want to see him naked again. But hey, at least he was clean and shaven for the first time that I can remember. It didn’t take any convincing to find him clothing and a weapon.
Remember those red and blue rods we found. Well, they opened a flood gate that let us out of the caverns and back on our path. The doors lead right to the waterfront down some stairs. As soon as the doors opened, there was sunlight, sea water, and dinner on mass. I could hardly hear the familiar and wonderful sound of giant crabs. They are not hard to dispatch so I whispered “seafood is on the menu” and wasted no time and charged right into the thick of it. I has been so long since we had seafood that I couldn’t wait to get some more. Within seconds, we had cracked and cooked all of them. Tightbutt has been using some sage and other herbs with her spells and her normally already wonderful fireball now had a hint of herbs and spices behind its fiery blast. It was a great feast our first night out of that crypt. We continued on, but not alone. The first night outside, I woke to darkness that even my dwarven sight could not penetrate. It was a small area, must have been some magical stuff cause I’ve never seen blackening fog like that before. In my dreams, I remember something chanting “salad… salad…. Salad.” I can’t wait to meet the soup and main course.
Anyways, we continued along the narrowish costal path for weeks, with only two issues. We were ambushed by several gargoyles but only took minor scratches. I have never seen a living one before so I took a souvenir, aka it’s head. Days later, we spotted the other group of these foul beasts. This group however had a leader I guess you could call. He charged right to the meat shield to little avail. He was not much of a fight, within seconds; he was chopped and lanced to bits. The only moment of threat was one of the monsters tried to push tightbutt off the cliff. I was so glad that he was not experienced in doing so Sir Ineptus and I chopped him to bits. With their leader gone, and no god to smack them into finishing the fight, they fled like cowards. That leader had a wonderful crown, I won a quick game of rock paper scissors to win them from Sir Ineptus. Apparently, it can turn my skin to rock giving me some serious protection in combat for several minutes. I have not yet gotten to see how it works exactly but I have the commands to make it work from the finger wigglers.
Well the last few days have been moderately entertaining. After the brief and rather easy fight with some mummies Sir Ineptus started whining about not feeling so good. Then he starts crying up a storm about how he’s all weak and needs to stay in the back so he doesn’t get hurt. I told him to suck it up like a good Kordite rather then whining like a baby. Eventually we moved him to the back of the group so he would shut up.
Blabbermouth found and secret room with a rather nasty trap in it. Apparently anyone inside the room when the tomb gets opened can be accurately renamed shish kebob. Now Blabbermouth was a little unsure if she could disarm it. I didn’t want to have such a useful crewmember get skewered, especially when there was an easier way to handle things. So we tied a rope around the top and yanked it off from the outside. It was rather entertaining to see the huge mass of spears go everywhere.
After resting a bit to satisfy the finger wigglers and get Sir Ineptus to stop whining we went to make sure that this place was clear before using those two rods we found to get out of here. Unfortunately for Sir Ineptus it turns out the place wasn’t clear. He wrapped his fishing line around a stone that Torsin Tightbutt was nice enough to cast light on, so that we could check for treasure in some water.
You know, twice now Sir Ineptus has gone fishing with that fishing pole, and twice he’s gotten picked up and almost eaten for his trouble. First the assassin vines and now a black pudding. If it happens a third time I’m going to do him a favor and burn that fishing pole. I saw it as it went for him, but I was just a little too slow to get to him in time. The Journalist also ran up to attack and got sucked in, screaming something about her precious book. In the mean time I did my job by standing there and beating on it.
We managed to put it down pretty quickly, but not before it destroyed almost all of Sir Ineptus’ gear. It was sad to watch him bawl afterwards. Followers of Kord are supposed to be tougher then that. Eventually he sort of got over it, enough for us to move on at least.
When we left we got attack by a bunch of giant crabs. It was rather entertaining to watch Sir Ineptus try to charge forward and jump just to land on his rump and promptly flee. The rest of the fight was short and easy, the only real fun was lady Tightbutt showing us her new cooking skill. I was amazed at her ability to cook, season and kill all in the same spell. I can respect a finger wiggler who can multitask.
Over the next few days we had to deal with an invisible, demonic and stupid stalker, as well as a few gargoyles. The gargoyles were less than impressive frankly, even when we ran into their crowned leader. Unfortunately they were also rather tough so the captain spent a bit more time calling on Kord to help everyone out instead of beating things to death like he prefers. All in all it would have been a pretty easy and relaxing trip, if it wasn’t for the whining.
Actually, an Ecology article from many moons ago eloquently summarized ooze's worldview: food, and not food. That specific article has guided my running of oozes for a long, long time now. This one - per the tactics text in the adventure - waits until food moves to within striking distance, then lashes with a psuedopod or otherwise proceeds to hunt. They do not key on motion per se, so much as on food getting close enough for them to glomm onto or pursue. With certain other monsters (say, plant-based ones that do key on motion) the tactic was very sound however, as it paid off when dealing with the Mother of All on the Journey's End sargasso.
Excuse me, Turin, can you explain what you mean?Torsin Tightbutt was - if memory serves - a name I slapped on a female half-elven druid character back in 1e, with a high Comliness score. 'Tightbutt' refers to one of her more ... 'easy on the eyes' anatomical features...
In this case, the player does not fit the bill per se, so the newer suspicions of her surname are far more entertaining...
Meaning you are neither of elven blood nor inclined to wear "D&D" garb and thus show off various anatomical features. ^_^
Some of the older posts speculate some as to your character's personality ... which of course the on-going incendiary courtship betwixt yourself and Sir Ineptus has many enjoying the mirth and merriment...
I only wear that type of clothing in private, actually, my and Ineptus
"courtship" is amusing to me as well, poor thing, after he get some fire
resistance, I will start on his acid resistance, of course, I will make sure he has spare clothing!! HMMM, maybe that would be one way to make
sure he is clean, what do you think?
Absolutely - by all means Torsin, bathe him in energy several times a day. If you start doing damage to him, often enough, I'll eventually grant him some small amounts of energy resistance. Of course, that would mean the mixed blessing of Sir Ineptus' barbarian being perpetually 'short' a few hit points a day, as such toughening would require natural healing rather than magical to take root. Much like the famous body hardening exercises of the real world, that gradually and noticably toughen the practitioner...
Perhaps another 'spell trick' to consider is one that 'cleanses' the target of offending ordor and dirt?
Your conclusion is correct Da Fighter, the pudding goes for the first food that gets in reach. Keep in mind, the Hide DCs the group has been running up against thusfar have been well within reason, given the distances and other factors involved in setting Spot DCs. Those made for noticing the ooze by the PCs were not particularly high, against a DC of 20, which IIRC only Cap'n Monkamuck was successful at. The Cap'n having rolled utterly horrid on initiative is what made a probable-cake-walk (a stinking +9 AB against the Cap'n's hideous AC is quite unlikely to score the necessary hit) into a gear-devouring encounter for the unfortunate Sir Ineptus.
As an additional side note, Cap'n Monkamuck commented that he intends to adopt the "3-4 word free action speech in combat" house rule of mine for his 2 campaigns. I find that to be a gratifying compliment.
James Jacobs had his iconic female Priestess of Wee Jas use Prestidigitation to clean dirt and grime from herself and others. She had to be made up and pretty all the time, being a priestess of the goddess of Death, Magic and Vanity, after all.
Not sure if its listed under the spell if it can accomplish that, but it fits.
Your conclusion is correct Da Fighter, the pudding goes for the first food that gets in reach. Keep in mind, the Hide DCs the group has been running up against thusfar have been well within reason, given the distances and other factors involved in setting Spot DCs. Those made for noticing the ooze by the PCs were not particularly high, against a DC of 20, which IIRC only Cap'n Monkamuck was successful at.
You might wish to re-read the Ooze entry in the MM : "Blindsight (ex) An ooze's entire body is a primitive sensory organ that can ascertain prey [food] by scent and vibration within 60 feet. "
Motion, good sir, it had in plenty, and being basically an amoeba on steroids, as the party fanned out into the room, the creature followed its "as written" tactic of waiting to glomm the first food that came within easy reach. The combat unfolded from there. :)
You might wish to re-read the Ooze entry in the MM : "Blindsight (ex) An ooze's entire body is a primitive sensory organ that can ascertain prey [food] by scent and vibration within 60 feet. "Motion, good sir, it had in plenty, and being basically an amoeba on steroids, as the party fanned out into the room, the creature followed its "as written" tactic of waiting to glomm the first food that came within easy reach. The combat unfolded from there. :)
You might wish to re-read the Ooze entry in the MM : "Blindsight (ex) An ooze's entire body is a primitive sensory organ that can ascertain prey [food] by scent and vibration within 60 feet. "Motion, good sir, it had in plenty, and being basically an amoeba on steroids, as the party fanned out into the room, the creature followed its "as written" tactic of waiting to glomm the first food that came within easy reach. The combat unfolded from there. :)
You are not acknowledging the two key elements of an ooze's perceptive capability. Firstly, it is blindsight, meaning it doesn't give a hullabaloo about anything less than total cover. Scent is a helpful thing, but in short, your 250+ pounds of mass was clearly food, while the glowing, dangling 1 pound rock was not food. If it had the actual scent ability, in conjunction with this, it would probably have been on the ceiling rather than placed in the water - which would have been worse. The ooze does not need to smell you to discern if you are edible - it need only "feel" you (vibration, remember?) to do so.
At this point good sir, it seems you are bickering for the sake of bickering. Pray this does not continue without due cause down the line please.
I am plenty aware of the differences between the Scent ability and the Blindsight ability, as well as the general mindset of oozes as a creature type, as previously outlined. The end result of the encounter, in the long term, is not significant enough to matter. And part of being on the Isle of Dread in the current situation should be obvious - can you and your comrades-at-arms grit through to Farshore? If you can meet all challenges presented en route, the group should prove to be a well-honed machine, cooperating with each other as smooth as silk, and thusly proving worthy of the later challenges in the campaign.
I'm going to have to back Turin up on this one.
Oozes, puddings et al, being inordinately stupid will try to eat the most appetizing thing they can get their pseudopods on. In the case of such a thing, that means the biggest piece of prey within reach or within moving or sensing distance.
I could see the violent motion of the rock confusing or drawing its attention for a moment. In that case I would probably have let the ooze do a circumstantial spot check (doesn't really matter if it has Spot or not) to see if it realizes immediately that this swinging thing is small and thus cannot possibly be food. Or at least not enough food.
Now...the whole vibration thing from Blindsight. If this is played up, then via Blindsight, the ooze would also have the ability to tell between major differences in temperature as well. A rock being room temperature, a body being a good deal higher. Warming molecules causes them to agitate, thus producing more vibrations. Might explain why there are not oozes trying to eat columns or rocks more often.
Bear in mind this hypothesis really only applies if the arguement is taken this far. Personally, its D&D. This kind of analytical thinking is fine if in character, but...I really don't like getting into physics and such for gaming. It tends to needlessly complicate things.
Also guys, I understand your dismay at the situation as it happened and I am not just backing up Turin because its him. Thanks.
I'm going to have to back Turin up on this one.
Oozes, puddings et al, being inordinately stupid will try to eat the most appetizing thing they can get their pseudopods on. In the case of such a thing, that means the biggest piece of prey within reach or within moving or sensing distance.
I could see the violent motion of the rock confusing or drawing its attention for a moment. In that case I would probably have let the ooze do a circumstantial spot check (doesn't really matter if it has Spot or not) to see if it realizes immediately that this swinging thing is small and thus cannot possibly be food. Or at least not enough food.
Now...the whole vibration thing from Blindsight. If this is played up, then via Blindsight, the ooze would also have the ability to tell between major differences in temperature as well. A rock being room temperature, a body being a good deal higher. Warming molecules causes them to agitate, thus producing more vibrations. Might explain why there are not oozes trying to eat columns or rocks more often.
Bear in mind this hypothesis really only applies if the arguement is taken this far. Personally, its D&D. This kind of analytical thinking is fine if in character, but...I really don't like getting into physics and such for gaming. It tends to needlessly complicate things.
Also guys, I understand your dismay at the situation as it happened and I am not just backing up Turin because its him. Thanks.
Also, oozes instinctually know and recognize what they cannot eat - in the case of black puddings, they certainly are aware that stone is not food.
{ooc}Ok it is BLINDSIGHT not blindsense. I don't know why but I was just getting the two mixed up. Maybe it was my dyslexia... Sorry for all the hus and fus. OK, I will just leave it at that.[/ooc]
Ah, ok, that explains a great deal then Sir Ineptus.
This time, you may wish to permit the other white meat shields in the party to take the initial brunt ... jus' sayin'... ^_^
Dearest readers,
This is about to get serious. I have just been through a terrifying ordeal all by my lonesome self, and am horrified and scared beyond all measure. I have writen my usual journal which will be in eyesight soon enough. I thought writing it down would heal me a little, but it only seems to reinforce what has happened. To put it plainly to you humble readers, I was abducted quite brutally by a demon. The details are yet to come, but for the time being, know that I am alive, but not very well. A memory loss charm at this point is looking to be like a very good idea. Look out for the next journal entry, for it's going to be...well interesting.
Joselin, the Scared Journalist
Ok, hold on tight, for the ride is about to begin. Here is hoping that this ride ends for me soon.
Journal Entry 4
Ok Journal, it’s time to take some of this down, regardless of how screwed you may feel. I’m not sure how much I actually want to reveal in this item of mine, but some of this needs be written down to warn others should we not survive this battle. Here is hoping this journal will go on past this battle, for I am far from asking anyone of these crew members to keep up with it. I have a feeling they will come back for me just for my stuff or maybe recover the journal. Here’s hoping one of them cares enough to come after me. It’s been at least a day… It’s really f***ing hot over this da*n pit. I have no more “Create Water” spells left, so dehydration is probably coming soon. If it weren’t for this quill floating and writing my thoughts, this wouldn’t be on paper at all. I am currently naked, gagged and hooded, chained on all four limbs, hanging belly down over this unnatural fire pit. Before I was bound this way, I was bound by my hands and gagged without the da*ned hood.
The reason for this recent extreme change of scenery is because I managed to escape for a short bit. I managed to heal myself a bit, create water for a few short gulps and a refreshing shower in unfortunately nothing but my undershirt, which he thought was funny to use as my gag. Where the rest of my clothing and equipment is, I have no idea. I tried looking after my escape, but didn’t get far at all before getting beaten senseless and bound in this current ungodly position.
I fear for my life, but I am more worried about being used for something far worse then death. I don’t know if I want what I am truly thinking of written down, but with the ape demon in mind, I’m sure anyone who is reading this might be able to put the pieces together. Ok, I need to keep writing/thinking. Before all of this mess happened, I went off a little far into the woods to try and avoid distraction and also to make sure that I wouldn’t hear the Fighter bi*ching about why I didn’t spend every second of the battle healing him. As I got, what was probably a little too far away, about a half a mile away to be accurate, I sit down to start my praying and meditation session. Minutes later, I can feel this furry, leathery hand that smells of carrion flooding my nose, which was starting to burn. After a long struggle and a lot of pummeling, I was transported here. Apparently I was knocked unconscious after a second beating after attempting to cast “Fly” on myself and get away. My spells down seem to work very well here, if not fizzle out completely. Then I find myself over this da*n fire pit, sweating every ounce of water out of my body, which would explain the dehydration comment before.
It’s been a while since I have been able to drink anything, so I’m feeling pretty weak at the moment. If it weren’t for this amazing quill, which I wouldn’t normally use the way I am now, for I love to keep myself buried in my journal, but with the chains binding my hands and the gag, my thoughts are the only way to get all this stuff down. I think I need a nap, but I fear if I stop writing, I won’t awake ever again. My throat is cracked and dry, and to try and save some fluid in my body, I have driven back many tears I have been wanting to release. I don’t feel very good. I think maybe I’m about to….
I think I am dreaming, for these thoughts don’t seem to be real. Dreaming or dead, although dead would be impossible considering that would have to be one hell of a bond to this journal of mine.
I’m starting to wake up, but it’s hard to see or hear or even think for that matter. My head is throbbing and I can only see yellowish red fire below me. I can hear some muffled noises of metal clattering. Here is hoping my crew members are here. I don’t have the slightest energy to lift my head and look around. The dreaded hood is gone, they must be here! I wish I could help. I know I have a good amount of spells left under my belt, wait…I’m not wearing anything….
Every movement kills. I feel like a giant bruise. It’s gotten sort of quiet and I’m starting to worry that we may loose this battle and I might be stuck to this dismal fate. You know what, it’s amazing how much more depressing this journal has become, I thought nothing could bring me to write such sad and hopeless thoughts in here.
Wow, I’m alive and free, but as I hear, they didn’t kill him… I don’t feel so well, and I don’t mean physically. This was something that no one should ever have to go through. After I have eaten and drunken something for the first time in two days, I may need to find someone who would stricken this from my memory. Until then, I might need to find comfort somewhere, for I’m pretty sure this crew will probably just imply I’m a pansy if I were to seek it from one of them. Sleeping will be hard too. I might need to have someone create a sleep drought or cast a sleep spell so I can recover properly from this unbelievable beat down. Now I defiantly need a cup of tea, or enough tea to fill a barge.
The party has been talking a lot, but not much is going through to me, for I’m pretty sure it’s about this whole ordeal, and part of me wishes my ears could be cut off to save myself from the memories. I think perhaps writing down some more might help me to erase it from memory for a time, at least until I can guarantee the disappearance altogether.
Now what? I feel as though nothing matters at this point. I need to feel like myself again. This might be a deeper scar then I can heal. It’s more unsettling knowing he is still alive. I’m going to get some food, though I don’t know if I can hold it down, for my stomach is turning inside out. My heart is in my throat, and the slightest touch to my skin makes me jump and nearly go into a panic. I really need to find help, or these entries will never be the same…
-Joselin the Journalist
The last two days have been two of the most violent and disturbing days we have probably had ever. I have suspected, as have others that a fiend has been following us around for several days. From the little I have heard about these savage monsters, they like to test, terrify and torture their prey. Well, they must be done with testing us because it struck. We awoke to find that the journalist had gone missing. I quickly realized that our adventure was not being recorded and quickly took out some paper and a pen, a minute later; I got bored of recording packing up the camp and stopped writing down how to take apart a tent. I don’t know how she does it. Anyways, there were larger problems than that, our main source of healing and half of our divine augmenting had wandered off. We pack up quickly and the captain tried some location thing. It didn’t work, forked sticks only point north, not to journals like he insisted his did so I guess he gave up on his spell, something about locate object not being in range, whatever, leave it to magic to fail us when we really needed it. I on the other hand was able to follow her footsteps to somewhere she had wandered off a half mile or so. The problem was that I found HUGE hand and footprints chasing after her, until hers and the monsters track disappeared completely.
We were not completely without hope; I climbed up a tree and saw that were was something inland, since we had no other leads, we headed that way. All we found were some ruins and a talking corpse of a person stuck to a tree. We continued on considering that talking corpses was nothing new to us. The problem was when we got closer; I recognized the huge hole in his chest was caused by a natural weapon, like a big clawed fist. He taunted us with how we would never leave this place again, and that it is a death trap, yeah yeah whatever. Captain quickly knocked his head off and read him his last rights of “Omana, Omana, hope you weren't a pansy, may Kord bless you or something.” We rested the night, expecting an ambush, but we didn’t have time to be careful, we needed to find our companion quickly.
The next morning, the captain tried his stick fork thing again, that magic stuff is crazy because it pointed clearly not north but it did eventually lead us to her shredded clothing in a cave. The entrances to this cave were two huge ape mouths, they looked like they were no normal heads but nothing clicked for me about them. There have been no hostiles yet; rather disappointing. In the only path in here, we found a set of doors with barb covered handles. The appetizer managed to read the inscription on two statues in this room “give of the left” and “give of the right”. The meaning was obvious, willingly opening the doors and accept the pain from doing so. The captain was first there and immediately opened the doors, not even flinching. Inside were two mirrors, thrones and two black candles. Some quick searching found nothing of interest. I have never heard of this but mirrors are apparently a common focus thing for traveling magic stuff. The appetizer tried to bypass some trap on the candles but failed and was overtaken by some mind controlling affect. She is not the hardest person to hold down and three of us quickly pilled on here till the affect wore off. I had a stroke of brilliance. We tied a rope to each of her arms and feet. She tried again and again, and when she failed the controlling affect, we yanked her off her feet, holding her in the air till she calmed down. It took quite a while for her to succeed but she eventually did so.
These mirrors took us to a bloodbath of a room. There was a pool of blood in front of us, and several alcoves around us. The hair on the back of everybody’s necks was raised; you could smell the oncoming bloodbath that would insure soon. They surprised us f***ing fanged, vile monkeys attacked us, for of them in all. It was a hard battle, our weapons were ineffective against them but through steer strength, we overcame them none the less. One of them retreated and got a mod of these horrible monkeys but it’s sheer size made it easy to hit and destroy. It has been a brutal fight, that helm I acquired recently came in handy. We quickly looked through the rooms near by, looking for our companion before it was too late.
We found a naga, disguising it’s self as a zombie, but it didn’t last long. The passage leading on was a nuisance; through clues on the statue, we figured out that we needed to find two keys in the shape of a left and right monkey arm. We found one of the arms in a water fountain and the other back where the savage ape mob was being held. We didn’t really bother with trap checking and just dealt with the affects of them. We opened the doors and 6 statues that we could see all started making monkey noises, as did several other items in the room beyond. The fight was the hardest fight we have yet to encounter. We meet the boss ape, he was far more savage in his fighting, he was ruthless, and impossible to hit. I only got one hit on him the entire fight but my weapon pushed out of his hide. I remembered mid fight that I had a cold iron weapon and that he should be vulnerable to its affects. Luckily, Sir Ineptus also had one of these and had more luck at connecting against him. Unlike most opponents, he went after the weak and female characters first; tightbutt got harassed continually, ignoring Sir Ineptus, captain and myself. It managed to dropped her down, but not kill her. Appetizer had run away at that point, out of wits and spells. I have the reliable mage a potion so she would not die; she was a reliable source of damage to our enemies and other than keeping Sir Ineptus, was on excellent terms with the rest of the band. The ape retreated and we rested. I pray that he does not return till we are at full fighting strength. The mirror that we took in does not work as of now, and there is no other visible exit to this place. Tomorrow, we figure out what to do in this diseased mess of a temple.
Well the last few days have been interesting. Although I will her no harm, but our cowardice cleric has gotten her self captured. I think that if it were not for the fact that she was so petty and a female, she probably would have died. She has not yet explained to me why she wondered off but if she does, and attracts more trouble like this then I will be forced to be more inclined to leave her behind. She is not as helpful in battle as she could, and now she is playing the part of the useless damsel in distress. Don't get me wrong that I wanted to save her, she is a good person, but if she needlessly puts her self in such danger more often then I will need to weigh her life with others I could protect and save that value theirs enough not to repeat their mistakes, or be more careful in the future. Simply put, I my value the life of another, but if you become a threat to me continuing my life, I will have to think of the greater good and leave them behind.
As we barely tracked our poor cleric's movements we came across the ruins with a strung up undead. The captain, my cleric of Kord, quickly bashed the chattering undead's head in. I do not know of the point of putting such a thing in that fashion. We came up to a cave entrance with some interesting carvings of fiendish monkeys. Even the two entrances into the cave gave were decorated as such. I wasn't impressed. As we cleared the place out, we found nothing but a simple trap that Appetizer handled quickly.
After figuring out the entrance though the magic mirror, which required some interesting trap picking devices, were found our self in an interesting ambush situation. We were all very surprised with the fact that our enemies could turn invisible!!! After some hard work we were able to trash these things with little long lasting harm to our selves. Although our missing cleric, the Journalist, probably would have ran and hide and wait to heal us until after the fight, we probably still could have used the help for these fights. I was though irritated with these mobs ability to teleport. I don't know what they were trying to do, but, while in the fight each took a moment to try and touch us, but nothing happened except them teleporting.
After rushing the search of the area we came across a naga imitating an undead naga. I jumped in quickly to try and dispatch this thing. I found my two entire flurry of sings to miss utterly, I would have probably decapitated it twice in my attacks, but due to a spell that changed it's position at random these came up as utter misses! We still took it out with little problem but I was pissed that I didn't even land a single blow on it. Judging from how others were doing, it seemed that it was just bad luck for my six attacks missing.
I was forced to face the toughest opponent in my life thus far, that I can remember, with being under-equipped. I would have given anything for my magical great sword... Luckly I did have my backup cold iron dager. We were faced with a much tougher monkey demon that just could not be taken down easily at all. I was unable to put any real force behind my blow but this did allow me to do some damage. The stupid thing could even teleport multiple times and at will! It took down my dearest Torsin Sweetbutt! Although not dead, I was pissed because with the loast potions from the stupid ooze I was unable to heal her on my own. In the future I will be sure to stand there beside her when faced with such an evasive and maneuverable foe. I will NOT make that same mistake again. The Journalist was not worth this at all, not worth losing her. In the end this stupid monkey demon ran off, and I want to finish it off so it doesn't come after us again...
Well done Crew!
And I am pleased that you have all met Olangru. He is a most friendly sort. To the Journalist, my humblest regrets that you should be the target of such vile attentions. To the rest, well fought and well done. Trust me...the whole thing could have gone much much worse.
Well done Crew!
And I am pleased that you have all met Olangru. He is a most friendly sort. To the Journalist, my humblest regrets that you should be the target of such vile attentions. To the rest, well fought and well done. Trust me...the whole thing could have gone much much worse.
Oh yes, it could have gone much, much worse... there are plenty of Savage Tide Obituaries postings that Olangru features prominently in, often in multiple character deaths...
Well the captain has had an interesting time recently. As we were having a semi-uneventful travel through the Isle of Dread we awoke to find out that someone had wondered off during the night. The Journalist had apparently decided to take a random stroll through the jungle. Now considering the cowardly little stalker we picked up I immediately saw two possibilities. Either she wondered off like a little twit or she was weak willed enough to be charmed out of camp by the pervert. I immediately assumed it was cause she’s a twit since if the pervert was going to go after someone weak willed Sir Ineptus is the obvious target. Although she is prettier then he is, but so are some mosses I’ve seen.
We immediately set out to find out wandering writer. After a little while traveling we came across the signs of her being carried of into the jungle by some sort of ape. This did not surprise me in the slightest. What did surprise me was how long it took them to ambush us after we went after her. But then again they have been such pathetic cowards so far, so I shouldn’t have been too surprised.
We followed her tail all the way to a set of crumbling ruins with a corpse hung upside down. It wasn’t really surprising when it started yammering at us, some idiotically clichéd threats. I promptly responded by kicking his face in. This splattered messily, so I said a prayer for him, just in case. We camped here for the night so that I could get Locate Object, that way we can find her journal. Whatever happened to her, that journal is still going to be with her.
The spell lead us into a cave, rather creep place. It was less than surprising to find all her non-magical gear, although it was nice to confirm that what took her was intelligent. Further in we found some candles and mirrors that Torsin said would transport us further in.
Of course the candles were trapped, not that that should surprise anyone. I stood by while Blabbermouth tried to try and disarm it. Instead she triggered it and tried to flip out on the group. Da Fighter, Sir Ineptus and I all tackled her to ground and waited for it to run out. This was a pretty nasty trap, so just letting her try over and over again could get someone pretty hurt. Instead we tied ropes to each of her hands and gagged her before she tried again. As soon as she started flipping out one of pulled a rope one while, the other pulled in the opposite direction. Pretty hard for her to do anything with her arms stretched out and her mouth gagged. After several yankings we got the trapped disarmed on one candle and I went through first.
When we first got into the next room I could hear movement from the overhands above us. I didn’t want to rush out there stupidly the way Sir Ineptus would, so I waited for everyone to show up. Then I whispered to send out a decoy. I figured that these things already knew we were here and where thanks to our torches, so if they saw an illusion of us sneak out they’d pounce right on it we could rip’m a new one. Instead the idiot sends another one of her fat men waddling out from under a different overhang. That might have worked if they were unintelligent, but if they were unintelligent they’d have leaped as soon as they saw our torchlight.
The decoy worked about as well as should be expected, meaning not at all. Instead the four invisible demon apes were able to sneak up on us. Unfortunately for them we were able to fight them off and their little mob of monkeys too. The bad part was one of them got away. I was worried that the little bugger would report to its boss, and then the boss would slit the journalist throat just to keep us from rescuing her, so we pushed on as fast as we could.
The naga in the next room was a push over. It wouldn’t have taken more than 3 seconds if not for a bit of magic that made it hard to hit. Still rushing we managed to get through the next few rooms in a matter or minutes. Of course this required us to find the traps the hard way, but that’s what wands are for.
When we finally found the big ape boy running the place our journalist was still alive, although our finger wigglers were low on spells. During the fight they did the smart if pansy thing of running away, but considering how much help they could be without their magic, I don’t fault them for that too much. The bugger has hard as hell to hit, which is why he managed to live long enough to teleport away. If I see him again I’m getting myself a new rug.
Why Torsin, whatever would make a creature like that mad if not splashing it in the kisser with the equivelant of acid?
Why Torsin, whatever would make a creature like that mad if not splashing it in the kisser with the equivelant of acid?
That is one of the most frustrating things about a tough battle like this, you later realize you had holy water and should have used it or used it more (since you used it at least once obviously, Torsin). Thats one of the reasons I try to be as aware of my gear as possible...but in a battle like the one you guys just faced...its easy to forget/get distracted.
Better luck next time. Just be glad you weren't abducted when he fled.
Why Torsin, whatever would make a creature like that mad if not splashing it in the kisser with the equivelant of acid?That is one of the most frustrating things about a tough battle like this, you later realize you had holy water and should have used it or used it more (since you used it at least once obviously, Torsin). Thats one of the reasons I try to be as aware of my gear as possible...but in a battle like the one you guys just faced...its easy to forget/get distracted.
Better luck next time. Just be glad you weren't abducted when he fled.
Torsin, here, I wish I had had more of it unhappily, that was one item
I only bought one of before we left, and I bet no one else bought evenone, can PCs make it? Or, do you have to buy it? And, yes, I was VERY
happy not to be taken with him.
Torsin, here, I wish I had had more of it unhappily, that was one item
I only bought one of before we left, and I bet no one else bought even
one, can PCs make it? Or, do you have to buy it? And, yes, I was VERY
happy not to be taken with him.I believe that there may be a cleric spell that converts water into holy water, but that it has a costly material component...
You would have to check the equipment lists of every party member to discover if you had such a component available, and if not, then I am afraid that you must wait until you arrive somewhere that has traders...
Correct, the Bless Water spell requires 25 gpv of powdered silver to create its vial of holy water. Checking the PHB, surprise, surprise, one finds that the gawds' humor knows no bounds of generosity and graciously sells holy water at - or, technically, below - cost. Fortunately, most clerics can create the various aligned waters. In your case Torsin, you can create Holy and Anarchic Water with sufficient powdered silver, pure water and vials on hand. :)
Correct, the Bless Water spell requires 25 gpv of powdered silver to create its vial of holy water. Checking the PHB, surprise, surprise, one finds that the gawds' humor knows no bounds of generosity and graciously sells holy water at - or, technically, below - cost. Fortunately, most clerics can create the various aligned waters. In your case Torsin, you can create Holy and Anarchic Water with sufficient powdered silver, pure water and vials on hand. :)
Torsin, here, I wish I had had more of it unhappily, that was one item
I only bought one of before we left, and I bet no one else bought even
one, can PCs make it? Or, do you have to buy it? And, yes, I was VERY
happy not to be taken with him.I believe that there may be a cleric spell that converts water into holy water, but that it has a costly material component...
You would have to check the equipment lists of every party member to discover if you had such a component available, and if not, then I am afraid that you must wait until you arrive somewhere that has traders...
250 silver pieces of silver, can I powder them or does it have to be done
a special way? If, I can do it that will be time consuming, but, do able,
thank you both. Is that a 1st or 2nd level spell?
Yes, if you have that much silver coin, for the sake of simplicity you can file them into powder as you camp over the course of game time.