As DOOM relaxed at the Tavern plotting scheming, planning and generally deciding on “adventure to do next”, conversation naturally turned to finding the next piece of rod of lawfulness became the hot topic. With the rod pointing to another piece outside the city it was decided (after much debate) that an expedition was called for. Planning for the trip based around individual style and personality began in earnest.
- Sly wiped his snotty little nose and was ready to go (evil side ways looks).
- Thraim purchased the outrageously expensive adventurers kit.
- Kerreth just sat there sulking lawfully, while plotting world domination, under her rule.
- Reginald purchased the expensive adventurers kit and decided to bring along two Gnome “friends”. For what reason nobody was sure, but they seemed happy holding their fishing rods so nobody had the heart to object.
- Cyric seeing the death and carnage brought about by their previous expadition outside of Waterdeep decided to bring his trusted henchman along (Solonor the Elven Hunter).
- Lord Lanceabit (still struggling with the concept of roughing it) showed everyone up for the lower class Yobbos that they are. Declaring that he would bring not only 5 wagons, 30 mounted Knights of Chaos, but also 3 cooks, servants and enough booze to keep everyone merry for the entire trip
Thraim very helpfully declared that claimed that he could produce enough fresh wonderful ingrediants for everyone. The Caravan, loaded with supplies, departed with a due sense of ceremony, the air ringing with drinking songs and raucous laughter. Once through the gates, the small matter of leaving Taxes paid for from Lord Lanceabits small change pocket, the expedition headed for Secomber.
Strangely no one decided to bother this large heavily armed party as it traipsed through the north winding it’s way slowly along the well used paths and byways. The trip was populated by Thraim examining his map and attempting to calculate where they were and when the rod now pointed to. Longitude and latitude calculations filled their heads for almost 30 days. Eventually after a boring stand off where (To virtually no one’s surprise) Thraim got his calculation wrong it was discovered that the Rod was indeed inside the forest, where wagons could not go. With a great sigh of loss from Lord Lanceabit, 10 Knights of Chaos, 5 wagons and 3 cooks were given some gold and told to return to Secomber. The others left heading through the forest guided by the rod.
Again the raucous noise of 20 well armed drunks (on horse), 3 henchfolk and 6 members of DOOM (some on Quasi Real horses, some on Ponies and Lancebit on a magnificent black charger named Captain Thunderpants) caused every semi dangerous creature to run away. Winding through heavy forest they rode over a hill range to a seen of 8 orcs and humans being drunk near the corpse of 2 firegiants, torn asunder. Upon approaching the strange group (and in Lanceabits case bumming a drink) it was revealed that they were slaves to a clan of Fire Giants two of whom were now dead, having been slaughted by a dragon (or two). The Giants were in the area to attend a Cloud and Fire Giants wedding, between a Cloud Giant and a Fire Giant. DOOM and company continued up the path towards the fire giant castle.
A young silver dragon surprised them from behind saying it was guarding the path, as it’s sister had been kidnapped by the giants and Mum and Dad dragon wanted it back. It demanded what side DOOM and company were on. Unsurprising the answer was immediate and clear, “yours and we will get your sister back”. The young dragon warned DOOM it attacked a pair of “nasty elves” on a flying carpet no long ago. Lanceabit at this time again lost his will contest against his sword, and seeing a servant of Law, charged like a meat zombie. Lanceabit intent on ridding the world of this powerful agent of Law (and wanting the title Dragonslayer and some horns for his helmet) attempted to close on the creature. The young dragon obviously detected Lanceabits evil intent, being “goodly” just took off avoiding the combat and allowing the company to continue.
Further through the mountains, a pair of elves could be seen, investigating the corpses of 2 stone giants. Kerreth began to speak elven (flower, daisy, woof poof) to them and they responded. The warrior drew his sword as Lanceabit the meat zombie charged forward. The female elven mage pointed a wand at Lanceabit and released a Cloud Kill , which also clipped Kerreth. Brave Captain Thunderpants died immediately but Lanceabit wisely decided not to fall off and stepped from the dying horse without missing a step. With his traditional battle cry of WAAAAAAARGH DIE!! he charged on foot. Thraim threw a rock but missed. Solonor shot two arrows at the male elf, but was foiled by his dark magic (Stone Skin spell). The invisible Reginald failed to backstab the elf and also just hit the mage’s stoneskin spell, his sword bouncing off. Lanceabit found hit the warrior, removing another Stone Skin and received a mighty cut in return (Mere flesh wound) . Magic Missiles began to slam into the mage and fighter from Sly and Kerreth. Cyric began to cast Dispell Magic (should have just stuck with saying “hey”). Luckly the Magical Missles completely negated the protection from Stone Skin as Thraim crushed the head of the Mage elf with his mace. Lanceabit began to cut chunks out of the jumpy warrior elf. He had no more magical protection and was quickly cut into pieces. Finally the Dispel Magic spell went off but only removed Reginalds spell of Improved Invisibility ,then the Cloud Kill driffed over Solonor and Cyric, injuring Solonor ……
Reginald attempted to steal the magical Flying Carpet, but eveyone noticed. Some of the loot was divided. Kerreth steadfastly refused to identify anything that was not decided by rational thought (as is her right). Thraim tried the boots on and found that he could suddenly jump (Boots of Leading and Springing). Thraim very generously volunteered to punch Cyric wearing the braces to determine how powerful protection. Cyric agreed as Thraim flailed fruitfully discovering that the Braces were Braces AC2. Gasp. Cyric then was persuaded via argument “you’ll be in the front” to swap with Kerreths’. The cloak was identified by Kerreth to be a Cloak of Spider Kind. The magical Longsword (+3?) and elven sized leather was spare and went into the hole, along with the Flying Carpet. Reginald had heard the command word for the wand, but it wasn’t divied up either.