A Life Full of Adventure

 All clues led back to the crypts under the Temple of Sigmar. The party went in to level with Gottschalk. They needed that stone. The Lector, however, thought the stone best remain under the temple. He trembled with fury. “Desecrating hold ground in search of a heathen idol! That is blasphemy! And from such as you, who seemed to know better!” The group then had to endure a long lecture about the sanctity of Sigmar’s temple. At the inn Schulmann was insistent they search the temple crypt for the stone. He offered to provide a distraction. “That fool Gottschalk has his mind addled by incense. Let me deal with the old mule.” He also provided paper and charcoal. If nothing else, the party could get a rubbing. Shortly thereafter, an aurora of shimmering rainbow colors lit up the sky. A crowd of Hobbly residents gathered in the market square, despite the rain, marveling at the wonderous sight. Lector Gottschalk headed out to the market. He saw the rainbow as an omen of doom, and urge...

[D&D 5e] Icewind Dale: Rime of the Frostmaiden Leaving the Fortress, featuring: “The Charlatain Dragon Tavern” The Grand Olpha allowed us to loot the fortress, if we could defend ourselves. We didn’t think we could do that for long, so we made a rush job. In the king’s war room we found a map of Icewind Dale. There was a track circling the towns starting at Dougan’s Hole and running counterclockwise. It had a small chartalain dragon to mock flying the path. The elf bladesinger took it. In the king’s bedchambers we found a chest at the foot of the bed. Thom the rogue picked the lock. There were a bunch of numbers inside that we never found the meaning of. And there was a poison gas trap. The elf bladesinger. Thom poured a healing potion down the elf’s throat to bring him back to the barest semblance of life. In a closet off the bedroom was a small shrine. There was a chartalain goddess and seven mind flayer skulls. Nobody wanted any of that, so we left. It was also time ...

Into the Fortress The druid uses the drift globe for light. The main entry chamber has duergar on the other side of an arrow slit. The elf bladesinger slides his sword through and slits the duergar’s crossbow string. Duergar start coming through a door at the other end of the entry chamber. The dragonborn fighter steps up to cover the doorway. The elf bladesinger starts bladesinging and casts Cloud of Daggers over the duergar backed up behind The dragonborn fighter. Then The rogue puts them all to sleep. More shooting starts back up from the arrow slit. The elf bladesinger plugs the slit with a globe of light to ruin the duegars’ vision. The attackers from the other chamber are taken care of. Exploring the level, we find Grand Olpha Muzgardt and her pet mini chardalean dragon. She invites us to eat intellect devourer with her. It’s hideous. She’s not on Zardarok’s side. She wants the fortress for herself and is on a long term plan to take it over. We help speed up the terms o...

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 The rain continued. As everyone was catching their breath from the fight at the guardhouse, the goblins in the watchtower shouted the alarm, “Humies!” Everyone positioned themselves, made sure they had their preferred weapon, and waited for the fallout from the alarm. Six round shapes, all mouths and legs, burst out of the barn on the other end of the farmyard. These odd creatures leaped in random directions, dragging goblins bound to their legs by leashes. The goblins uncertainly herded the squibs in the general direction of the gatehouse. None of the party gave up their entrenched positions near the gatehouse. Behind the squibs, 30 more goblins poured out of the barn. They tentatively followed the squibs across the yard, trying to see where they were going and trying to shield their eyes from the “brightness” of day. They did not hurry across the yard. Nim fired and arrow and missed a jumping squig. Zarkon shot another with his new Shooting Star spell. The rest of the party st...

 On the morning after the great gale, the party was met by Captain Kessler who summoned them to Burgomeister Adler’s office. Kessler told them that the burgomeister had another proposition for them. What he had to say was of great significance to the well-being of every man, woman, and child in Stormdorf. When the party encountered Adler in his office, he was sitting behind his desk wearing a grave expression, although he had spruced up since their last meeting and evidently taken a much-needed bath. Sitting opposite Adler was a middle-aged man dressed in the attire of a country gentleman, with a bald pate and a neat, black beard, his face drawn with worry. The burgomeister introduced him as Herr Gubo Ackerland, a farmer from the community in the uplands south of Stromdorf. But before talking about Ackerland, he wanted to slip the party a little warning. It seemed someone around town had been calling out the Holtz family as chaos worshippers, consorting with beastmen. Adler thoug...

Many things were collected from the crypt of the Garden of Morr. Zarkon was able to sense the presence of magick from Lothar’s headstone. He didn’t even need to touch the item to see the barely-contained energy in the stone. From there on out, he had no trouble identifying magical items. Caius placed Lothar’s armor in a pile near the stairway. That’s also where the heavy headstone went once Zarkon had a look at it. Caius slid Lothar’s sword (which Zarkon identified as magical) into his own scabbard. The various alcoves contained the following: A skeleton with a scythe (of no interest to the party), a number of black robes and a chest of priestly undergarments, a well (of no interest), a couple bottle of fine Brettonian wine, and three small casks of Thunderwater ale. The alcohol went in Caius’ collection. Zarkon and Nim carefully snagged the pendant from Madriga’s corpse and dropped it into the chest of undergarments. This, too, went in Caius’ pile. Hektor and Waltrout had no use...