This is the final part of Yan’s second Player log. See the 1st part here.
At the shop everything went smoothly. Our shadier-looking members went in, pretending to be from another town and explaining they wanted to extend the market of this drug called Green Welcome. They gave the shop keeper a large bribe and he gave us his source without too much hesitation.
It seems that he was getting his stuff from some gnomes in the … you guessed it! SEWERS !!! Why was I not surprised!?! But if you thought the sewers from the other parts of Ptolus are bad… Ughhhh! Wait until you see get a whiff of the ones in the Warren! It’s partly sewer, partly caves, with all kinds of filth piling up everywhere in it. Even the Rats don’t seem to enjoy it.
At some point the stench was so unbearable that I almost fainted. (Chatty DM: Lillie blew a Fort save and was sickened) Well, until I thought that if I fainted here I would just fall into this muck. This image kept me going. So as we were investigating this place we saw this huge pile of garbage and then this Otyugh jumped us… Well it jumped Aravar and hurt him badly. It was saying “Trespassers, Me eat Trespasser”, well well, another sewer poet it seems. Sadly for it, it won’t make any more bad rhymes.
Here comes the shock of the day. We are there, waiting for the Aravar’s wounds to close up, thanks to this neat armour he has. Then Nogard, our crazed Dragon Shaman decides to search the pile of Garbage the Otyugh sat upon. Needless to say we looked at with a mixed look of shock, disgust and disbelief!
The stench of that thing alone was driving me nuts, and there he was, shoveling in it with both hands! He came back with a bag of gold, grinning like a maniac. I certainly did not want any of his filthy money. We all agreed that he had earned the right to keep it all. Out of pity for my nose though I cast an Hygiene spell on him, at least I’ll only have the image burnt into my eyes; my nose should recuperate in a month or two…(Chatty DM: Priceless!)
As this entry comes to an end we did manage to have another surprise. As I was following the tracks leading from this cave, I had a nagging feeling… Gnomes, drugs… There’s something familiar in all of this.
As I was wracking my brain on it, it hit me… Well technically it hit Crueger first, as we were ambushed by them. Those were not gnomes! They where Spriggans! Well known for being members of the nefarious Dogbane fey Noble House.
This House has been expelled from the Faerie Queen’s Court for their vile rituals and prohibited activities. Finding them here might entail a more organized threat then was first anticipated… Especially if Raketi is behind all this…
Gnomes, drugs…familiar indeed, something’s fishy. Don’t you think Cixi. Gnomes, drugs…
Lilly, it is CRUGUER. Crrrrugggggerrrr.
(well try to say this with half your mouth burnt).
And those rebels of yours, don’t worry, we’ll get rid of them for good.
Hey! Stop reading my journal! And writing notes in it no less! If i wanted it public information I would post it on some board at the local tavern or something like that…
(LOL!)
Lol! Expect some bonus XPs I’m having too much fun here!
Duh! It is you who asked for light. Not my fault if I am reading over you tiny shoulder and transparent wings.
And besides who wants to read what you think.
(Cruguer kicks a rock, hide its sunrod and go mumbling slice yet another monster who died suffering)
Oo! Come on!
(Lillie fly over the shoulder of Cruguer, ignoring the agonizing monster cries, and stop in front of him)
I’ll write more about your cool move next time. Friends?
(Look’s at Cruguer with her shameless cute look)
(Thinks the cat in shrek2;)
Great set of writeups, yan! 🙂
Thanks for the word, It’s really appreciated.
I must say that weaving an unrelated adventure in Ptolus and seeing it come to life with this writeup is amazing.
I must admit that a lot of the fluff is my on the spot inspiration. It’s not a 100% accurate relating of fact, although pretty close to it.