- Falco, Human wizard 3/cleric 1 of the Blood of Vol out of Karrnath, former acolyte of the Church of Vol, looking to become a freelancer of the Finder's Guild. Ultimately in search of immortality. The right feat choice means he finally has more hit points than the henchmen.
- Lhorsan, High Elf rogue 4; Elf out of the Eldeen Reaches with a haunted past. Previously encumbered with a life-sucking cursed item. Got rid of it and took sweet revenge on the organization behind it.
- Igor, henchman fighter 1 in the employment of Falco. Main duties: hauling stuff, pouring healing potions down Falco's throat.
- Sara, henchman cleric 1 of the Devourer. Lucky carousing roll means she works for free the first month.
- Rathan, Stout Halfling ranger 2 out of the Talenta Plains.
- Hedrak, human drop-out from Morgrave university; the party's original employer. Died in the session's second Lightning Rail crash.
- Redeker, human member of House Orien, purser on the Lightning Rail out of Gatherhold. Died channeling the escaped lighting elemental back into the train's engine.
Sara: This internship is turning out to be AWESOME.
Sara: Like, I had my doubts when the history teacher at Arcanix said that he had the perfect mentor for me. I mean, a wussy Elf that looks like a stiff wind can blow him over?
Igor: I feel your pain. My new employer ran away from a stray cat, screaming "1d4 damage, if it crits I'm dead!" Swear to god.
Sara: They travel light though.
Igor: They have to. Carrying capacity of a gnat, the both of them.
Sara: It's like they saved all the 18s for our stats and took the crappy rolls for themselves.
Igor: Gotta respect that.
Sara: Do we?
Igor: Nah, just messing. Anyways. At first it didn't seem like the best of career choices. Playing henchman to a Karrnathi cleric/wizard who is trying to sell a Hobgoblin artifact at the Wayfinder auction...
Sara: ...snore. Likewise with the Elf and his constant crying over a sharp edge on his bracelet.
Igor: I think that was actually the thing trying to suck out his soul or something. Anyway, things definitely picked up when they played the Hobgoblin lady and the scary Gnome chick against each other and made off with a couple thou' more than the highest bid in the auction.
Sara: Pfah, money...when the Storm comes, no-one cares about your coins.
Igor: It does buy pretty armor and healing potions.
Sara: ...which they need.
Sara: I still wasn't too sure of our new "mentors" when we set out to ask an old guy about a piece of jewelry.
Igor: Hey, don't diss your boss' armband! It's not just a pretty piece of glitter, it's [waggles fingers] CURSED TO SEND HIS LIFE FORCE TO A MYSTERIOUS MASTER AMULET!
Sara: I pity whoever has to live off of Lhorsan's hit points.
Igor: Still twice the amount Falco has!
[laughter again, and lewd jokes, and more laughter]
Igor: I have a feeling we'll be laughing for a while longer with these two in charge.
Sara: That's a bit harsh - they did track down the dude who originally found these bloodsucking bracelets in Xen'Drik.
Igor: Confession: I spaced out on shrooms during all that exposition.
Sara: Thank the Devourer for eating my memory of that story. Something about a nobleman who decided to stop adventuring and go back to help build up Merylsward?
Igor: Fucking Merylsward.
Sara: Ass end of nowhere, and in the Eldeen Reaches that is REALLY saying something.
Igor: That pimple on the ass of the continent DID have a swanky medical horror dungeon underneath Baron Meryl's mansion.
Sara: Did you notice the old guy was a vampire?
Igor: Pull the other one, it's got bells on.
Sara: I'm not fucking around! Ninety years old human, spry as fuck, can read in the dark, doesn't come out during the daytime, loads of zombies around the place?
Both: [in chorus] FUCK ZOMBIES.
Igor: Be glad it was just zombies. Did you see when the piece of meat that Lhorsan took out of the acid vat started to grow back into a troll??
Sara: Happy he dunked it back in time. But it would have been a nice change of pace from the zombies.
Igor: If I never have to put a patch-job reanimation to rest again, I will die happy.
Sara: Endless. Hacking. Of. Zombies. Most boring night time infiltration job ever.
Igor: Until one got to the alarm button.
Sara: Ok, that was fun.
Igor: If you call an ogre zombie to the face fun.
Sara: Ow. Talk about stamina...
Igor: My personal highlight of the soiree was when master ...
Igor: [blushing furiously] ...fuck you and your stepladder, Dwarf.
Sara: With a smell like yours, the stepladder is the only one you stand a chance with.
Igor: Still better odds than our heroic mentors.
Igor: ANYWAY: my highlight is when Lhorsan's sleep spell took down the level 5 wizard and his 15 hit points before he could rain arcane pestilence upon us.
Sara: I glanced at his spellbook. Sleep, Web, Suggestion...guy was a creep. Posing as the count's servant, blackmailing him into allowing a medical dungeon on the estate...
Igor: Lucky us that Lhorsan whipped out Sleep. Falco and his Melf's Acid Arrow, I dunno. That thing gave an unimpressive performance.
Sara: [snickering] That's what she said.
Igor: I was not looking forward to dude getting back up again. But that wasn't going to happen. Not after he got a 40 hit point crit in the throat.
Sara: That was sweet arrow shooting by the Elf.
Igor: Word. It was pretty much over at that point.
Sara: The healer halflings that ran the whole place were still around.
Igor: Sure, but their heart wasn't really in it. First we robbed their precious life draining / healing items without them noticing. And when they woke up it was still clownsville. Trying to set off the self-destruct and failing...
Sara: Trying to gate in reinforcements...
Igor: ...too late...
Sara: ...and being turned blind...
Igor: ...and finally carried away by your own guards through your precious gate...
Sara: Sad, really.
Igor: [stretching] We can't all be awesome muscle-bound masters of mayhem.
Sara: Aw, that last part rhymed.
Igor: Alliterated, actually.
Sara: You're so awesome, you should multiclass into Bard.
Igor: Job's already taken babe. Why do you think our two employers suck so hard that they had to hire the two of us?
Sara: Shush, they might hear you.
Interviewer: Actually, I took a level in Bard. Learned to play the flute and everything. But right now I'm writing this report for the Wayfinder magazine.
Sara: WHY did we agree to this interview again?
Interviewer: Your master suggested that it would be nice to hear about the past days from your point of view...?
Igor: I'm thinking it's best that this conversation stays private.
Interviewer: You can't silence the press man!
[bludgeoning ensues, followed by brief interaction with a Lhazaar pirate captain looking for new crew]