Saturday, April 25, 2015

V: Vermin

"It's full of bugs" Nimble said, slamming the door shut. "I don't know what they are, but they're swarming the room."

"Any ideas?" Allianora asked.

Rathgar sighed. "Can we just go around it?"

Feris double checked the map. "Not that I can tell."

"Ok, how do we want to do this?"

"Burning oil?" Nimble suggested.

We'll have to wait for it to die down, and then make sure we've got enough fresh air to clear out the room without suffocating ourselves." Feris warned.

"If no one has any better ideas..." Nimble began to unpack the flasks of oil.

Friday, April 24, 2015

U: Undead

"Any guess as to what it says?" Nimble asked.

"If I'm reading it correctly, it's a list of names." Feris said, tracing his fingers along the carved stone door. "I think they were the architects."

"That's a lot of names." Nimble replied.

"It is..." Feris kept tracing his fingers across the inscriptions. "I think that these are the names of those who built the tomb."

"Wow... the workers getting some credit. That's unusual."

"Credit... and cursed." Feris' finger paused on a series of symbols in the middle of the door. "So as to protect the secrets of the tomb, those who served in life to build it will serve in death to protect it."

"Undead in a tomb isn't much of a shock." Allinora noted.

"No, but they're often not in the main tomb." Feris pointed out.

Thursday, April 23, 2015

T: Traps

“Careful, it’s trapped.” Feris warned.

“How do you know?” Nimble asked, half crouched before the door.

“Because there are seams running from about where your head is on that wall, up around the ceiling and back down on the other side.” Feris pointed as he spoke.

“Good eyes” Allianora smiled. “Guess all that reading by candle light hasn’t completely ruined you.”

Rathgar chuckled.

“Ha-ha...” Nimble smirked, then turned back to the doorway.

Wednesday, April 22, 2015

S: Statues

Sunlight filtered through narrow stained glass windows, casting a fractured rainbow into the broken statues that littered the great hall. Somewhere in the buttresses a robin sang. “I guess that we’re not going to be able to save the kids?” Nimble asked, knowing the answer.

“No.” Allianora said sadly.

“We’ve fought a medusa before. We can take another one now.” Feris said, and then began to weave a spell. The light in the hall became more diffuse, and then a cool mist began to fill the space.

“Remember, keep close, and don’t make eye contact.” Rathgar said, dropping the visor of his helm. Shield ready, he gripped his spear loosely, and pushed the doors open as he entered, his companions close behind. Nimble closed the door behind them.

Keeping to the wall, the party advanced until Rathgar spotted a figure ahead. “I see it” he said over his shoulder.

The figure shifted in the mist. “Fools” the unexpectedly deep voice rumbled. The figure moved again, throwing something.

It clattered off of Rathgar’s shield. He grinned, and shifted his grip on the spear. He took a step toward the figure before noticing the heft of his shield increasing, and a crackling noise coming from it. “Frelling magic” he cursed, pulling his arm from the shield. It shattered into stone fragments when it hit the floor.

I'm afraid from this point on I didn't finish scanning in the maps. I'll post them when I'm back from my hike!

Tuesday, April 21, 2015

R: Rooms, Siphon

The room stank of rot, strange chemicals, and sweet herbs, probably from the body on the slab in the center of the room. Beyond it, a great contraption of wheels, levers, and switches all wired together in some intricate and arcane fashion. Between them stood the cadaverous form of Selkar The Ancient, his mummified skin pulled tight over his bones, red eyes burning beneath his bony orc brow.

“Excellent…” his dry throat rasped. “Do come in” he commanded. Rathgar jerked toward the undead orc. “I was just in need of another volunteer.”

Allianora and Nimble grabbed the back of Rathgar’s armor while Feris leveled his wand at the monster and unleashed a bolt of witchfire. The mummy ducked the crackling bolt, which struck the machine. He responded with a roar, his massive jaw seeming to dislocate, the force of which knocked the companions to the ground.

As the companions picked themselves off the ground, Selkar threw a switch on the machine, and the coursing energies of the witchfire were shunted into the body on the slab. It jerked and spasmed, smoke escaping from seams of the stitched up flesh. “Kill them!” Selkar ordered the golem.

Monday, April 20, 2015

Q: Question

A precious gift, this,
Yet it has no end or beginning,
And in the middle, nothing.


“No, you have to say it in elvish.” Nimble insisted.

Feris sighed, and in the lyrical tones of those with the pointy ears he again said ‘friend.’

The companions stood looking at the closed door in silence. After a long moment Rathgar grinned. “I always thought that was an old wives tale.”

“Any other bright ideas?”

“I always thought ‘opensesame’ had a nice ring to it.” Allianora offered, and the door swung open.

Rathgar scowled. “Really? Opensesame?”

“No!” Feris grinned. “Ring!”