After missing a week due to scheduling, we played D&D yet again. This is to be our last session until most likely May, because Joe doesnt know how to tell his boss no, and he has to work 52 hour weeks, including every Saturday while his company does some sort of systems conversion. Additionally, the group is likely to fall apart because Jeff Scott is getting married. If you want my thoughts on this, private message me, as because now I know that he reads these posts I cant say anything about him.
We were supposed to play at noon. Jeff Gathergood showed up at 1. Dan showed up half an hour later, but forgot his character sheet so he went home to get it, he never came back and seems to have completely lost his character. He had to leave to see someone at 5:30 anyhow, so maybe its for the best. Jeff Scott showed up at about 2:30, and we had already started playing without him. Anyways, this session was pretty much constant combat.
Chapter 5: Enter the Dragon
The adventure started with the group leaving Caldera. The druid needed to return to his grove near Oakhurst, where we had started our first adventure. The group left the city, and followed the road aways before they were accosted by something out of the bushes! The group couldnt see their attackers, so Barbarian boldly rushed into the brush, killing an unlucky redcap. The others attacked against foes with concealment, now that they knew their locations. They didnt last long, and two tried to run away. Barbarian chased down the first and killed him, then dealt nonlethal damage to the second and captured him to interrogate.
The group learned that this group was sent by a greater fey to accost them (any guesses there who?) and were paid 20 coins each. Barbarian searched the bodies and took the coins, they had a unique fey insignia on them, but did not register as magical according to the warlock (who has innate detect magic). The group also learned where the redcap village was from him. Additionally, he made mention of having met a handless goblin, and that the party would find him "hanging around" down the road.
Given that the redcap was cooperative after only a little intimidation, Barbarian decided to spare his life, and only cut off his right hand and left foot. Its a neutral act, really. Killing your prisoners is evil, and letting them go outright is too risky as they tend to want revenge. And punishments of this sort were not unheard of in the middle ages, so there is precedent.
The party continued up the road, and found a dead handless goblin hanging. Barbarian cut him down and propped him up on the side of the road against a tree, in a position that would not alert people instantly to his death. He also checked the body and determined that the goblin died by asphyxiation.
The party headed on down the road, and after a while it started to sleet. It seemed unnatural, so the party took cover and made a makeshift shelter and a fire. With some successful survival checks, we managed to ride out the storm which lasted a few hours. Everything ended up with a one inch sheet of ice. During the storm and after, we heard some howls in the distance.
When the storm ended, Barbarian decided to climb a tree, in the distance he saw some smoke rising up, approximately from where the redcap village would be. He then scouted out the area to about a quarter of a mile around the camp. When he was heading back he was ATTACKED. 4 winter wolves had circled around him while he was about 200 feet from the parties camp. Because of the ice, Barbarian could only move 1/4 his speed every round (it seems like joe tried to make an encounter where I couldnt use my speed). Barbarian raged and let out a mighty cry! Warlock heard this and came to investigate.
Barbarian attacked a wolf, maximum power attack, and dealt a heavy blow to the creature, as it died from massive damage. No other wolves were within range to cleave. The three remaining wolves attacked, hurting the barbarian. He responded by attacking another, dropping it as well, but missing when he attempted to cleave. Warlock came within range and blasted a wolf. The two attacked barbarian, injuring him greatly. Barbarian attacked again, slaying the wolf that warlock had wounded but failed to follow through on the attack. Warlock struck again, somehow slaying the final wolf. Barbarian collected eyes and teeth as trophies from this battle.
The party continued on, and I went upstairs to get a snack and a drink. When I came down, druid had spotted some trolls in a trench that were ready to ambush us. We quickly came up with a plan. Druid would cast a spell called Drifts of the Shalm that would create a field of burning embers that did 3 points of fire damage per round to everything caught in it (he did this at the bottom of the trench), Warlock would use a scroll of fireball (which he succeeded at), and Barbarian and Fighter would knock any trolls that tried to get out back into the trench. This plan succeeded, combat lasted about three rounds. Barbarian didnt even have to bother raging.
The party continued on to Oakhurst, and on the way the group saw a huge dragon flying overhead towards where we cleared out the dwarf place.
The group went into town, Druid went to his grove and found out that a dragon had been ravaging the area, a green dragon. They asked him to ask the party to deal with the threat.
Warlock went to where the faeries were and crossed into the fey realm, and talked with his fairy supervisor. The red haired fey was in love with him or something, he found out. I was levelling my character at this time so I only got the gist of it.
Barbarian, Rogue, and Fighter went into the tavern and started a drinking contest with some dwarves. Five rounds of Dragons Breath, the strong local drink. Barbarian, with his +9 fortitude save pounded back mug after mug, and noticed that after the fourth round the dwarf drank some kind of potion. Barbarian stood up and flipped over the table and called the dwarf a cheat, the dwarf insulted barbarian, and Barbarian rolled a 19 on a check to think of an insult back. Dwarf said something, and reached for a wand. Barbarian initiated a grapple and managed to pull the wand away from him. The other dwarf who was with him helped him up, and rogue noticed that the other dwarf slipped him a potion bottle as he was lifted up. Barbarian tried to grapple the second dwarf to get the bottle but failed. The dwarves went upstairs and Rogue pickpocketed them, getting some rings and things. Later on, we learned it was a wand of sleep with 36 charges.
The next day, the group went to the druid grove, and the druids made their pitch. The party agreed to help and set upon asking the lorekeepers of the druid circle about green dragons and their weaknesses and stuff. Druid got some Ironwood armor before the party set out. He also did some research on spells to get, picking up a few from the spell compendium, most notably Mass Resist Elements, which was a 3rd level spell that was as useful as five second level spells. He also got Downdraft, which causes a flying creature to plummet 100 feet, or 50 feet on a successful save, useful for bringing dragons out of the sky.
The group set out for the dwarven citadel, and when we reached the edge of the clearing (where we saw the worg riding goblins) we saw a HUGE green dragon attacking the stronghold, dwarven artifcers using wands of magic missile against it mostly without success.
Druid thought this would be an opportune time to try out his new spells, so he cast Resist energy, bulls strength on fighter and barbarian, and cast downdraft. The dragon plunged 50 feet into a tower, 20 feet off the ground.
The sight of the dragon was frightening (DC 21 frightful presence) for most of the group, but Barbarian only had courage as he RAGED, drank a potion of enlarge, and charged the great beast to prove it!
Barbarian had a 30 strength for this battle (18+6 for rage from the ferocious glaive, +4 from bulls strength, +2 from enlarge) and would do a base of 3d6+18, more when using power attack.
Barbarians charge was with power attack +10 damage, and he hit for about 45 damage. He repeated this the next round for 41 damage.
Warlock blasted, Fighter used his ring to animate his bastard sword to defend Barbarian and pulled out his bow. Druid cast another spell, scatterbolt or something, but it failed. Dwarves used magic missile wands to little effect. Rogue threw his dagger.
Dragon was mad, so it used its breath weapon on barbarian, dealing 40 points of acid damage. Joe rolled that it damaged my equipment, but I protested that i should get to roll. I rolled and got a natural 20, after I had just been complaining that I barely get any 20s. Jeff gathergood said I Shouldnt have wasted my luck on it then, and I said that I would still have had to confirm it. I rolled the d20 again just for fun and it was ANOTHER NATURAL 20! I couldnt even use it. Anyways, Barbarian attacked and did the damage as I wrote above.
The next round, the dragon grappled barbarian, who had really no chance against it. He knew what the dragon intended, to pick him up and drop him really far. Again, the party did actions as above.
Im not really sure what happened, but on either the fourth or fifth round, after being hit by some magic missiles, fighters flying sword, rogue getting a sneak attack, and a 10d6 or so crit from the warlock using his sceptre, the dragon fell out of the sky with barbarian beneath him. Druid wildshaped, ran over and pushed the dragon off barbarian and healed him, and barbarian drank a potion of cure moderate wounds. When his rage ended the next round, Barbarian had 1 hit point, having gone toe to toe with a dragon and escaping literally only within an inch of his life.
Barbarian claimed the head of the dragon as a trophy, and at the request of the warlock removed the dragons claws so that they could be forged into swords. Barbarian elected to just haul away the whole dragon to take the bones for making bows, the scales for armor (the group hasnt decided what kind of armor to make yet), and the meat to feed the orphans in Caldera. It IS odd to eat an intelligent talking magical creature, but it would be disrespectful to NOT eat it.
Anyways, after the fight was over, the red haired fey came out of the stronghold (we had learned that he secretly owned it the whole time and had been manipulating us from the start about it) and congratulated us on slaying the beast, as it couldnt be reasoned with. Barbarian requested some carts, and the warlock gave the fey his share of the coins with the insignia on them. The fey conjured some magic steeds to pull the carts to Oakhurst, and the party was off...