5e D&D Dwimmermount Session 12 - Paulo Must Die!

The party once again descend into the belly of the mountain. Their chatter is pulled up short by the discovery of severed orc heads sat in front of each statue in the entrance chamber. These heads show signs of combat, and are a couple of days old based on the smell. The party decide this is the handy work of the dwarves they met in their last foray.

Their own map once again comes in handy as they decide to avoid the central corridors and work their way back to the caves via the norther

n rooms, partially to avoid the orcs. They reach the area with the entrance to the caves without incident and a quick check of the map reveals a door they’ve not tried. Bittersalt in her usual style throws open the door, revealing a crumbling library room which has mostly been cleared out. However a quick a search reveals three interesting items, a handwritten copy of Ancient & Worthy Arts Of War, a set of rules for a precursor to Dragonchess and an arcane scroll of dispel magic. The group remember that the ghosts were playing some sort of chess-like game, and decide to return to them later. The fighters, who could all benefit from reading the manual set it aside for later use.

They approach the caves very cautiously, but find the first chambers empty. Returning to the lair of the giant crab spiders, they attempt to burn them out again by torching the massive of webs that cover the area. Nothing emerges, but the sound of bones and a few coins falling to the floor as the bundles of the dead unravel.

The chamber called by the kobold ‘the moon pool’ lies ahead, and this intriguing and unusual chamber does indeed contain a pool of the purest water the characters have ever seen. The party spot a hole in the roof of the cave, some 50 feet above them, from which sunlight comes in. While the party are interested, their nerves are a little on edge so they decide to return to the cave when they feel the region is safer so they press on, straight into an ambush.

Paulo is the only one in the party spot the kobolds and spiders hiding within the next cave. With a warning shout he hurls a sling stone at a spider that’s sprung out from the deep recesses of  stone but in his panic misses. A swarm of kobolds surround the party, while a couple of giant spiders crawl across the walls to them. This time however the party are ready, armoured in superior protection and better trained they quickly dispatch the kobolds and spiders with fairly minimal injuries. Flandar the warlock wished to try out the dagger he’d taken from the fight with the shadow demon, but finds the blade didn’t appear to do anything special and it almost seemed disappointed in how it was used.

Statues of dwarves fill the next beautiful cave. It’s like a cemetery, except the dwarves are all young and appear unhurt. Brother Spenzar realises that the dwarves are aligned in a grid, and that 30 to 50 dwarves are missing. This room proves to be extremely puzzling for the party, who question Errol about his childhood. Errol of course is foundling, left at an orphanage and knows nothing of his dwarven heritage. There is a distinct feeling of unease, especially since Errol has start casting arcane spells; something no dwarf has ever done before. Bittersalt and the others suspect that these dwarves are somehow connected to the kobolds that infest Dwimmermount.

With no real conclusions, they push on. From up a steep slope the voice of a dwarf came, ‘who goes there?’. The dwarf beyond, who called himself Gundrun is a little unhinged. He talked about his children. He asked Errol if he had a child, and that if he did he didn’t need to worry as Gundrun with the queen’s help could fix them. With growing fear, the party knew that whoever this Gundrun was, he was responsible in someway for the kobolds. They drew their weapons and attacked.

The dwarf was surrounded by kobolds, but with more room to maneuver Errol’s fire magic immediately started to remove foes from the field of battle. Calphis and Paulo stayed at the back while everyone else moved in. Then from the dark corridor beyond a hideous voice called out ’Gundrun! Why are you disturbing my work?! Gundrun you little worm! What are you doing?’ and with that, reality split in front of them and a vast, fat spider with too many glowing eyes crawled out of the tear. Before the party was the Spawn of Arach-Nache and queen to the kobolds of Dwimmermount.

The party immediately throw everything they have at the creature, who bites Errol with it’s poisonous beak-mouth. His dwarven resilience protects him from the worst of the damage though and the returning attacks and spells do 61 points of damage in a single round of combat. 3rd level characters can start to put the pain on big monsters.

The spider reappears and bites Paulo

The queen slips back into the ethereal realm, but not before summoning four giant spiders in her place. The party are in combat in numerous spots in the cavern, with Calphis casting a sleep spell that targets the spiders, Zoilus engaging the dwarven fighter and Bittersalt and Errol switching between the two.

The queen returns and attacks Bittersalt, whose new found parrying skills win the day. Zoilus throws himself on the back of the beast in a frothing rage. Again they party score vicious wounds against the demonic spider, with waves of magic missiles from Calphis’ wand hurting it. Again it phases out of reality. Most of the kobolds are asleep or dead, with Flandar dispatching anything still breathing and Calphis trusting his armour and getting in close, leaving Paulo to hurl sling shots from the back. It’s then that spider thing appears, and sinks it’s horrible fangs into the lad, pumping venom into his small frame. Paulo is dying and trapped behind the enormous bulk for the spider. Immediately everyone swings round and attacks the spawn, and thankfully do enough combined damage to cause it to be sucked back into the abyss. Brother Spenzar leaps to the boys aid, and keeps him from death’s door. It was very, very close.

The Spawn Of Arach-Tache is dragged back to the Abyss

We left it there. We’ve got a new space to play in, which is well away from the 40k’ers who were having a loud interclub (HATE vs Titans vs Overlords) drinking/gaming match. I’m pleased to say HATE came last on points and 1st on booze consumed, as always. Anyway the space is really very cool, if on that particular night a little smelly and can fit four RPG groups. We’re expecting there to be 2-3 regular groups now, so this is very welcome. Everyone in our group are definitely becoming friends, and this leads to a lot of chat before and during the game. While a part of me wants to focus the group on the adventure because there is so much ‘cool shit’ ahead, roleplaying really is a social thing and I’ve really fallen on my feet with my players.

Our new RPG space, the 'cavern bar' at Bethnal Green Working Men's Club

That all said and done, I’m very much looking forward to the next session, and the revelations it may bring.      

5e D&D Dwimmermount Session 7 - I hate you but respect you! I shat the sun!

The party map so far

Our intrepid Dwimmerdelvers return once again to the Path Of Mavors after a short rest. Looking at their map, they decided they’d return to the region populated by Orcs, so heading into the southern dungeon area they came across a room filled with strange tube, pipes, odd miniature metal cartwheels painted red and blue, basins and floor grates. Some of the tubes were made from a kind of perfectly clear glass, free of bubbles and blemishes. Since nothing looked removable, and some of the party were wary of witchery they didn’t understand they decided to leave the room. However Flandar, the gnomish warlock, saw a shadow move further down the corridor. Calphis cast a light spell upon a piton and Zoilus hurled it down the corridor to illuminate the area but it revealed nothing. Brother Spenzar used his divine thaumaturgy to shout out a command in Ancient Thulian to show themselves, and indeed this did attract four Orcs from the side corridor. A brief battled ensued, but Zoilus donned his Thulian Warmask and in his most intimidating manner demanded the Orcs cease their attack. This worked, and the Orcs skulked back down the side passage. After a few moments a lone, huge Orc came forth to parley with the party. I’m hoping that other party members will write up a separate account of what took place this session, but the Orc sub-boss approached with ‘I hate you but respect you’, the beastman greeting given to someone they don’t intended to immediately eat. Later the Orc asks if the great burning ball is still in the sky, to which Zoilus replies ‘I shat the sun’, pretty much confusing and amusing everyone at the table. There was a wrestling bout, won eventually by Zoilus using rules made up on the fly - they could use a little work.

"I hate you but respect you!"

Orc Wrestling

After agreeing to sell to the Orcs ten horses, one each for the remaining Orcs on this level and telling the sub-boss not to tell the boss or his lightning bolt shooting wizard the party remove themselves from the area, to explore the remaining central hallway.  

The first chamber they found contained strange floating silvery black bubbles. A small pool of bubbling black liquid resided in the one corning of the room which appeared to be welling up from a fissure in the floor. Bittersalt released an arrow one of the bubbles which exploded with a blastwave, setting off the other bubbles and creating a powerful shock wave that injured the entire party. Cursing this magical liquid, the party ignored the doors within the room and took the opposite door in the main hall.

The room beyond, a workshop of sorts, contained an ancient device of iron, with disks of brass and a front mesh. The party are once again reluctant to investigate this mystery and instead plunge further into the halls. A door is opened revealing gleaming eyes in the dark as a gang of misshapen and misbegotten creatures spill out. These humanoid things are pale, with patchy beards and little in the way of clothes but clutching rude weapons and tools. They hoot and howl in attack, focusing solely on Errol the dwarf. In their frenzy to kill him, their pack tactics fails them and the don’t strike a single wounding blow against him. Zoilus leaps over the pack to better evade their swarming, while arrows, crossbow bolts and spells of sleep, ruinous poison and death spill forth from the rest of the party.

Errol’s cries out “death to Kobolds” and wades in, hewing left and right. Already the party’s ferocity takes its toll on these Kobolds, and many are falling, turning to powder as they do. The parties mettle is established, and with only the dwarf taking wounds the party dispatch all but one of these creatures, who is kept for interrogation. Bittersalt implies a link between Errol’s dwarven heritage and this Kobolds, to which Errols restates that he was adopted, and only has as book of Dwarven history, an heirloom, to rely on. More on this to come I suspect.  

When Kobolds Attack

Kobold Swam

We ended the session here. The encounter with the Orcs was brilliant and everyone left feeling like we’d had another good session. I’m going to tighten up starting times as we’re getting later and later, which is limiting the rate at which we get through things. With so much interesting stuff to come, I don’t want to feel like we’re getting bogged down here. The party will get enough experience in all likelihood to get to 3rd level next session, which will no doubt means a return to civilisation and perhaps a journey to the city of Adamas! Once again I feel very lucky to have such a diverse group of players who seem to all enjoy playing together, and none of whom are motivated by annoying the rest of the party or players. This is a type of player I’ve always struggled with, and have left otherwise perfectly good groups to avoid.