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D&D Session 32 - Inter-character drama
Dec. 22nd, 2017 07:30 pmLast game of the year was appropriately climactic.
We had run into some followers of the "prophet" who we convinced to help us. We discovered that there were two ways to where the "prophet" was being "protected" - we could go through the minotaur's throne room, or sneak around the back. To sneak around the back we had to find a flower for a dryad so he would tell us the clue to figure out the fairy's riddle to gain access to the gaoler. Us being us, we found a way around all of this.
Instead of finding the flower, the warlock charmed the dryad and made him tell us the answer to the riddle. We had a short battle with some Venus fly traps (that killed the warlock's familiar - sad. The warlock blames the halfling.) then used some lucky dice rolls to beat the fairies. We reached the gaoler and found he was a red cap, and tricked him into leaving his post and arguing with the fairies, then stole his cap and Kaz fucking slaughtered him - I'm talking two critical hits in a row and disemboweling him.
That was the last obstacle before the prophet's cell, so in we go. The dwarf was incredibly disappointed to learn that the prophet was NOT called by the goddess, but just someone with a sense of social justice whose followers used the religious beliefs to gather more followers to the cause. Kaz, however, was stoked, because the prophet is a hot goliath woman, and Kaz is all like "how YOU doin'?" I mean, he's 19 and hasn't really met anyone who fits his standards of beauty before.
We rested for the night there, and Amrita (the prophet) demanded that before we left to begin her rebellion again, we retrieve her sword from the minotaur. We didn't really want a fight, but it didn't matter because the warlock got her spell slots back and that meant that Suggestion works. The minotaur must have rolled REALLY badly, because he gave the sword back and let us go.
Next year, who knows where we'll go???
We had run into some followers of the "prophet" who we convinced to help us. We discovered that there were two ways to where the "prophet" was being "protected" - we could go through the minotaur's throne room, or sneak around the back. To sneak around the back we had to find a flower for a dryad so he would tell us the clue to figure out the fairy's riddle to gain access to the gaoler. Us being us, we found a way around all of this.
Instead of finding the flower, the warlock charmed the dryad and made him tell us the answer to the riddle. We had a short battle with some Venus fly traps (that killed the warlock's familiar - sad. The warlock blames the halfling.) then used some lucky dice rolls to beat the fairies. We reached the gaoler and found he was a red cap, and tricked him into leaving his post and arguing with the fairies, then stole his cap and Kaz fucking slaughtered him - I'm talking two critical hits in a row and disemboweling him.
That was the last obstacle before the prophet's cell, so in we go. The dwarf was incredibly disappointed to learn that the prophet was NOT called by the goddess, but just someone with a sense of social justice whose followers used the religious beliefs to gather more followers to the cause. Kaz, however, was stoked, because the prophet is a hot goliath woman, and Kaz is all like "how YOU doin'?" I mean, he's 19 and hasn't really met anyone who fits his standards of beauty before.
We rested for the night there, and Amrita (the prophet) demanded that before we left to begin her rebellion again, we retrieve her sword from the minotaur. We didn't really want a fight, but it didn't matter because the warlock got her spell slots back and that meant that Suggestion works. The minotaur must have rolled REALLY badly, because he gave the sword back and let us go.
Next year, who knows where we'll go???
