Rappan Athuk #108: Monsters, Monsters Everywhere, but Not a Coin to Loot

Grom-gil-Gorm does not forego his go to grumble.

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6th day of Sarenith, 4722 AR

How did the trees live without sunlight?

We reached the bottom of the murky tunnel. The area was completely dark until Susurrus lit his elf-torch. What sort of monsters would you expect to find in a dark cavern? Rats, trolls, oozes perhaps? No, the monsters that assaulted us were trees. How did the trees live without sunlight? Where was their soil? What did they have against us? I asked myself these questions as we turned the attackers into splinters, and could not come up with the answer. (They were special stone treants! -GM)

Yet another padlock awaited us at the end of the room. The others were all frail of form, built for stealth instead of strength, so the burden of forcing the padlock open fell upon my shoulders. The door opened into a room filled with whirling blades of stone.

 

I knew the elves had a spell that turned stone into mud, but Susurrus told us that we faced “special” stone that did not respond to his elf-magic. We were forced to walk through and accept that we would receive a few cuts.

 

The walls of the next room we entered had a bas relief of the army that imprisoned the Ravager, along with a single statue in the center. These carvings failed to imprison themselves, as they all came to life and attacked us.

 

The others killed many of them, but they did so at range, cowering in the corner with their bows. I was the only one brave enough to face them head on. If there was any treasure in that room, it was I who’d be most worthy of it, yet there was no treasure. Not a single object of monetary value. It seems the heroes of this age would be paupers.

 

Signing off,
Grom-gil-Gorm

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Deckard Cain, aasimar oracle 19
Death from Somewhere Irrelevantly Far Away, tiefling slayer 20
Doomfist, oread monk 18
Grom-gil-Gorm, half-orc viking fighter 19
Susurrus of the Wind, sylph wizard 19
Shia Labeouf, merfolk bard 18
Valestar Ekhart, aasimar paladin 20

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Rappan Athuk #107: Vault of Horrors

The party has gone “down the well” to stop the Ravager, and have found themselves in a lethal dungeon.

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6th day of Sarenith, 4722 AR

If it wasn’t for Deckard Cain we would all be dead. Seriously. After being surrounded by wraiths he clutched up. Shia gave him a little more time to cast his spells so he was able to cast three spells in rapid succession. He first weakened all of the wraiths and made them more vulnerable to his spells. After that he cast Storm Bolts which, in case you didn’t figure out, makes giant bolts of lighting come out of his hands and strike everything. The enemies were about to descend on him but he burned them with his flames. Some survived but were wiped out when he regained his breath.

We retreated out of the room but this time made sure to not have everybody leave. We did not want to have to fight the wraiths for a third time. We summoned an apple tree with our Sapling Rod and Grom-Gil-Gorm and I ate a few apples to restore the damage the wraiths had dealt to our physiology. Those with more severe damage had to return to the capital to buy scrolls of spells that could heal them. 

Finally, we were all back together and ready to address the vault door. It was unlocked but very heavy. However with Grom-gil-Gorm’s mighty strength, we were able to pry it open enough for us to slip through. The walls in the room beyond were made of a strange rock. The rock was embedded with strange colored crystals and our wizard informed us that it had the special property of being immune to any magical effects. The room itself was filled with small pillars that seemed to go into the floor and up into the ceiling. There was another vault door on the other side of the room, but as I scanned the walls and ceiling, I noticed a secret door on the right hand side.

 

Rappan Athuk #106: Down the Well

The party has taken upon itself to deal with “the Ravager,” a legendary force of destruction imprisoned within the dungeon.

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5th day of Sarenith, 4722 AR

The world is coming to an end. Even the Deck of Many Things confirmed it. If we don’t slay the Ravager then it will escape his prison and have its revenge on humanity. The party decided to examine the bottom of the well at the entrance to Rappan Athuk. We have a dagger key that was given to us by an anonymous party. We didn’t know exactly where to put it, but we had always been warned not to go down the well.

At the bottom of the well there was a room with a muddy dirt floor. We dug down through a couple of feet of dirt until eventually we stumbled upon a metal trap door inlaid into the stone floor beneath the mud. In the center of the trap door was a keyhole. Bright Yilling took the dagger and pushed it into the lock. It fit perfectly. He turned the key in the lock and the trap door opened. A hurricane of wind pulled everybody but Susurrus and myself down into a void of darkness. After a few seconds, our fellow wizard and I jumped in willingly to aid our party in fighting whatever lay at the bottom of this hole.