Loose Ends
Mar. 16th, 2003 08:39 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
terryclothToday (FINALLY) was Tom's RttToEE game. We killed some monsters for completeness -- no other reason, really -- then left behind one of the myriad NPCs (but, bizarrely, NOT Tenaris) to a fate probably not all that much worse than death. Then we went up against an army of undead.
The fight with the nagas went pretty badly. They had the party trapped between portcullises, so the wizards and clerics of the party said 'oh, I can get past that', and did so, by various means, heading for the levers to open the trap. Then the (no longer) invisible nagas started fireballing and so on, with the party separated and the fighters in back.
It was still a slaughter, though -- no one even got seriously hurt. Quite a few spells were wasted, though, and Guinsette and Thanos were very pissed that they spent the whole battle trying to lift a gate.
The nagas had some gems and potions, but nothing really interesting.
Next on the list of 'let's clear the entire level' was the 'temple of the dark sun'. The Dark Sun turned out to be a sphere of annihilation, only not quite -- it sort of glowed red. The party let it out, because they were stupid, and there was an exchange sort of like:
Marcus: "Well, that doesn't look *exactly* like a sphere of annihilation... Guinsette, try opening the door."
Mepechu: "Be careful not to touch the sphere, though."
Guinsette: "Ahh! It's coming right for me! Attack!"
Dark Sun: "ARR NUM NUM NUM"
Guinsette: "Ahh! My sword!"
Marcus: "Okay, I'm going to take control of it with my genius mental powers."
Dark Sun: "MMM TASTY WIZARD"
Marcus had enough time to cast 'Fly' and flee for his life, though, and eventually he got the sphere put back in its little closet.
After that pointless silliness, they all dressed up in purple robes from the (dead) priests' cloakroom, then stumbled across the last vestige of civiliation in the outer fane: a room full of ogre magi. Like, ten of them. Marcus and Celeste cast a couple area spells and killed them all, except for one that was hiding in the corner.
"Ahh! Masters! Why do you attack?" Then it turned invisible and ran away. The party was sort of embarassed, but happy to be on the 'dealing death' end of things once again.
Past the ogres was the incomprehensible oracle of brain eating. He decided he didn't want the dead rotting heads, even the fresh ones, and instead wanted one of the party's fighters to play with, although he promised not to *kill* them. Darien volunteered, because he was invulnerable to everything due to being the Champion of Therizdun.
So the oracle answered our questions in a completely incomprehensible fashion. Marcus refused to let anyone ask how much time we had left, convinced that as long as they didn't know, the gods could ensure that they arrived in time. Mepechu suggested that perhaps the gods would ensure that they were too late, and if they knew how much time they had left they could foil the gods' plot, but since Marcus was the de-facto leader, the question was not asked.
Little other useful information was gained. The mind flayer informed the party that their chosen sacrifice would remain with him until after they had assaulted the spike. Since they sort of needed Darien, what with him being the Champion of Therizdun and all, an alternate sacrifice had to be selected.
Tenaris volunteered, out of love for Darien, but he refused to let her do that for him. So instead the elvish paladin that everyone always forgot existed agreed to stay behind, which was okay with Darien. No one else had any idea what in god's name Darien was thinking, seeing as Tenaris had no chance in hell of surviving the black spike. Maybe that's what he was thinking.
The party wasn't all that low on spells, so they decided to try to weaken the defenses around the black spike in preparation for the next assault. They proceeded through a secret door and waited on a ledge until the enemy came into view, then attacked!
Dozens of strong, armored wights were the enemy. Arrowhawks, arrows, fireballs, and the like killed the first dozen or so... a scroll of sunburst from Celeste killed another dozen. But they were still coming...
last session
The fight with the nagas went pretty badly. They had the party trapped between portcullises, so the wizards and clerics of the party said 'oh, I can get past that', and did so, by various means, heading for the levers to open the trap. Then the (no longer) invisible nagas started fireballing and so on, with the party separated and the fighters in back.
It was still a slaughter, though -- no one even got seriously hurt. Quite a few spells were wasted, though, and Guinsette and Thanos were very pissed that they spent the whole battle trying to lift a gate.
The nagas had some gems and potions, but nothing really interesting.
Next on the list of 'let's clear the entire level' was the 'temple of the dark sun'. The Dark Sun turned out to be a sphere of annihilation, only not quite -- it sort of glowed red. The party let it out, because they were stupid, and there was an exchange sort of like:
Marcus: "Well, that doesn't look *exactly* like a sphere of annihilation... Guinsette, try opening the door."
Mepechu: "Be careful not to touch the sphere, though."
Guinsette: "Ahh! It's coming right for me! Attack!"
Dark Sun: "ARR NUM NUM NUM"
Guinsette: "Ahh! My sword!"
Marcus: "Okay, I'm going to take control of it with my genius mental powers."
Dark Sun: "MMM TASTY WIZARD"
Marcus had enough time to cast 'Fly' and flee for his life, though, and eventually he got the sphere put back in its little closet.
After that pointless silliness, they all dressed up in purple robes from the (dead) priests' cloakroom, then stumbled across the last vestige of civiliation in the outer fane: a room full of ogre magi. Like, ten of them. Marcus and Celeste cast a couple area spells and killed them all, except for one that was hiding in the corner.
"Ahh! Masters! Why do you attack?" Then it turned invisible and ran away. The party was sort of embarassed, but happy to be on the 'dealing death' end of things once again.
Past the ogres was the incomprehensible oracle of brain eating. He decided he didn't want the dead rotting heads, even the fresh ones, and instead wanted one of the party's fighters to play with, although he promised not to *kill* them. Darien volunteered, because he was invulnerable to everything due to being the Champion of Therizdun.
So the oracle answered our questions in a completely incomprehensible fashion. Marcus refused to let anyone ask how much time we had left, convinced that as long as they didn't know, the gods could ensure that they arrived in time. Mepechu suggested that perhaps the gods would ensure that they were too late, and if they knew how much time they had left they could foil the gods' plot, but since Marcus was the de-facto leader, the question was not asked.
Little other useful information was gained. The mind flayer informed the party that their chosen sacrifice would remain with him until after they had assaulted the spike. Since they sort of needed Darien, what with him being the Champion of Therizdun and all, an alternate sacrifice had to be selected.
Tenaris volunteered, out of love for Darien, but he refused to let her do that for him. So instead the elvish paladin that everyone always forgot existed agreed to stay behind, which was okay with Darien. No one else had any idea what in god's name Darien was thinking, seeing as Tenaris had no chance in hell of surviving the black spike. Maybe that's what he was thinking.
The party wasn't all that low on spells, so they decided to try to weaken the defenses around the black spike in preparation for the next assault. They proceeded through a secret door and waited on a ledge until the enemy came into view, then attacked!
Dozens of strong, armored wights were the enemy. Arrowhawks, arrows, fireballs, and the like killed the first dozen or so... a scroll of sunburst from Celeste killed another dozen. But they were still coming...
last session
