5 July 2012 at the grind.
Their faithful ogre companions:
Some nervous villagers:
A domed mausoleum in the ruins of an ancient city is a shitty place. So it goes.
Some Stuff Happened
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What about the plague cult?
The one from last time?? The one that took all of Ranndy's stuff? And Runty's arm and face? Dunno man, they left. That elf did too. Maybe they're in cahoots. Those dumb centaurs are still around, as is the ruined, cursed, defiled, ancient tower over which they keep vigil.
The vandalized vault
There were lewd borderline pornographic mosaics of cavorting demons which had been vandalized and then further obscured with crude borderline pornographic graffiti. There was a dumb arrow trap which might have been used to stop the mentally infirm from entering the mausoleum.
Wights are white
And ogres are human coloured. Until they have their life drained from them by a wight. Andrerio is killed and we have to dismantle his body before he can rise again as an ogre-wight.
Who doesn't think it would be a great idea to charm the mayor, polymorph him into an ogre and bring him into the dungeon with us? Johnstone apparently.
(Who thinks that the mayor of a village, even a shitty village, in a land where THE WIND ITSELF CAUSES MADNESS would like, totally walk around all alone save for some strange "adventurers" as if they were trustworthy? Graham apparently.)
There's a lot of skeletons in some rooms. They're all coming down a narrow hallway two at a time to be smashed to bits one after another. It is neither quick nor easy. There are fond memories and reminiscences about clerics and turning undead.
Iron Maiden(s with snake tails instead of legs)
Some statues come to life, surprising nobody. Holga kills one of them with lightning. Ondrar is polymorphed into a gelatinous cube which the other snake lady passes through without batting an eye. Ondrar is polymorphed into a rust monster while the snake lady is still passing through and immediately explodes apart. In his dying moment he rusts her enough that she can be dispatched by magic sword.
Everyone is tired and there are bits of gelatinous rust ogre cube monster all over everything so we call it a night
Andrerio (drained by wights)
Ondrar (obliterated in a polymorph mishap)
Alamia (found a trap)
Borax (breach of contract)
78gp in assorted coins
a wand of magic detection
potion of extra healing
This line is important for posterity: All PCs received 186 xp and 26 gp.
DM was johnstone.
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