Last time on
Jungle Trek, the party exposed a conspiracy in the
giant ruined metropolis
of Pra'xi'rek. They were originally helping
the Drow start a feud between different giant clans. Then they discovered that both Drow and Giants were being manipulated by snake-themed aberrations to fight each other and find a posionous artifact. Also, unicorn flesh tastes
good.
This session lasted 3-4 hours and had a nice rhythm to it with a heist, some random murder to
satisfy a new toy, and a rough spot with frustrations when clues weren't enough to solve a riddle. Said frustrations were aired nicely when a two-sided double cross went south for the snake-abominations. Riddle was solved in the end with some help from an artifact, but this still has me looking lovingly at
Gumshoe.
Our band of explorers:
- Indiana Gnoll - male Gnoll ranger with a whip, comes with gills and
wall clinging suckers after experimenting with a mutating altar. Deranged laugh.
Hankering for strange meat, tasted Unicorn and linked with its Nightmare
mate. [player: Robert]
- Woody the Warforged Wizard, a black-and-white ogre-sized bot.
Albino body, shiny black scales, extra fingers and extra mouth, sticks to walls. Dude
loooooves him a mutating altar. [player: Bas]
dead - beaten to a pulp and then flamed to a cinder in spite of his regeneration and fire protection.
mobile again after a deal with -- well, that would be telling, but suffice to say that he's rooting for the blood god now. This also involved his familiar turning demonic, which let me pull out a voice&character I have been saving for years.
Drake - male human healer [non-player character, hireling, idiot] dead - lured to Eorie's grave by Woody, then sacrificed to the rusty dagger. The first of many to fall this session. Truly, this team is playing the cultists.Eorie - female human rogue [non-player character, hireling] dead - friendly fireballSantash - male kalashtar psion who shoved his mind into his psicrystal [non-player character] dead - vaporised by anti-kalashtar/quori energy shield
DM notes: my need for speed
I've been reading a lot of Night's Black Agents lately and
it got me thinking of keeping up the pace during the session. Less poring over
rulebooks, more interaction with the setting. Not enough info? Get out there
and find clues. Looking back on this session, I think I need to improve exactly
that aspect - my clue-giving. Players were legitimately looking for info that I
was being too stingy with. I'll note that in between the session recap.
No forwarding address
Last session, the group proved that the
high priest of Vulkoor the Scorpion was, in fact, a Rakshasa demon in league
with nasty snake abominations from the deep earth. Matron Ghyrra steps in
quickly and detains the entire sect for questioning. An enemy knows their
location, so Ghyrra also starts prep for immediate relocation of the Drow camp.
Meanwhile the characters have mostly free reign to go through high priest
Vorruul's belongings and try to track him down. The Drow camp may not be here
when they return (and no forwarding address will be given to the increasingly fucked up visitors), but there are spots that
the scouts will monitor where the party can contact the Drow.
Somewhere in all that is the scorched
corpse of Woody the Warforged Wizard. His flying squirrel familiar Ukkie
('tiny') is sitting on his chest, chittering at master's demise. Until the
golem's eye gems flare and he returns to consciousness. First thing he sees?
His familiar, gazing into his eyes - and slowly licking its lips. "Welcome
back mortal."
I loved acting that out.
The bot is back and has a powerful need for
vengeance - and sacrificing sentients to the dark master that returned him to
life. Woody will be racking up quite the body count this session with his new
sacrificial dagger. We're drifting to that oneshot / end-of-campaign feel where
consequences start to mean less and less. Guess I'll have to have some paladins
paratrooper in to fight the demon excursion. In the meanwhile, the party raids
the temple and finds the box with holy symbols of the Silver Flame
(demon-binding spiritual force) that's keeping their prophetic feather safe.
This time, they'll start to put it to gooduse.
His head, on a stake
What will the party be doing this session?
We run a list of possibles.
- Matron Ghyrra continues to back the fetch
quest for the Stinger of Vulkoor artifact. Not because she still thinks that
the Scorpion has foresaken his people, but because she wants to keep it out of
the hands of whatever cult "Vorruul" was serving.
- In point of fact, if the party comes across
Vorruul, dead or alive, Ghyrra would appreciate it if they brought it to her.
Some digging turns up info that Vorruul is probably a Rakshasa demon, with
animal features, shapechanging powers and quite the tough skin. Sanctified
piercing weapons will do the trick, but the Drow confess they're not experts in
that kind of magic and also don't have blessed crossbow bolts in storage.
- Ghyrra could care less about the original
request to start a blood feud between the city's giant clans.
This scene was a back and forth of
rules-vs-story, with the players bringing up spells that could layer the
"holy" power on a weapon, and me putting my foot down and telling
them to think more myhical, less rules-as-written. I'm truly getting fed up with the tome-of-rules approach to roleplaying where you can only do what's written down and if it's written down as an option, you have a right to do it.
Options we found for getting weapons
blessed:
- steal the Sword of Dorraan in the
temple/compound of the Dorraan giants (modern day Dol Dorn being a
sun/strength/holy/paladiney kind of god).
- climb the Tower of the Sun beacon and look
for ways to transfer its power onto a weapon (but Woody already investigated
two sessions ago and found it a pretty bare-bones deal with little clues on how
to tap its power - the Giants mounted it to complete their city's mystic grid but
didn't want much to do with blessing, cleansing divinities);
- find the local shrine to the Silver Flame
and get a spear blessed there (the Drow tell them the easiest way is via an
underground stream);
- find an artificer wizard or a priest of a
deity with the domain of crafting magic weapons (none such amongst the Drow, but
who knows what expertise can be found in the city?)
Downtime: whip it good
We agree to a day of downtime, in which
baddies recuperate and players get to heal up, refresh spells and gather
information.
- Woody takes some nasty burns from the holy
symboled holding box to find his prophetic feather scribbling furiously inside:
"the fang is near the scale is near
we are near the fang is near the scale is near..." When asked, the
feather quickly informs him that "the
Scale and Fang are at the Forge and the Feast". Indy deduces that this
points to the temples of Onatar the Forgemaster and Olladra of Feast and
Fortune. He overlays a map of the city with the traditional layout of the Sovereign Host symbol (an eight-pointed shape with every point corresponding to one deity). Conclusion: the Forge can be found in a jungle covered no man's land, the Feast should
lie somewhere in the yet unexplored part of the city run by the barbarian
Urggruk giants.
- Indy decides to visit the now empty shrine
to Vulkoor and mortify his flesh with his own whip to get closer to the gods of
the Dark Six that he fancies. In particular, the Traveler is
known to bestow strange insights and gifts on his worthies. Two hours of
flagellation later, Indy wakes up from his trance with zero divine inspiration
- and whip marks that form the symbol of the Silver Flame all over his body. He
thanks the Traveller and proceeds to the party's room to find Woody all alone.
- ...because Woody has pleasantly surprised
his henchman Drake the healer by asking him on a trip to former henchman
Eorie's grave. Drake thinks that they will be paying proper respect to their
former comrade. Woody is testing out his new sacrificial dagger and sucks
Drake's soul into the demon blade.
And now I get to break out a voice and
character that I've had prepped and ready to go for seven years. Originally an
imp bound in a summoning circle decades ago and bored out of his mind; will gladly
serve and will positively purr when the new master does something to tarnish
his soul. Voice notes: breathy, stretched vowels, wet smacking of lips.
With an oily voice and shivering with
pleasure, Woody's familiar croons "yess master, do it again!" He'll
keep egging "master" on during the session and will commit little
acts of horror like breaking hatchlings' wings.
Woody is fine with this shit.
Woody has no clue how his new familiar works.
Giants, then Silver Flame, then fuck up
snakeface
It's plan of action time. The party first
want to score themselves a blessed weapon and they decide to go for their
original quarry, the Sword of Dorraan. Where the damn thing is hidden in the
temple compound is still a riddle, but they're sure they'll work it out. If plan
A doesn't work, they'll head for the Silver Flame shrine to try and bless a weapon
there.
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Paralyse and EAT YOU
(found here) |
En route, the pair find a couple of Carrion Crawlers noshing on paralysed giants in a broken temple to Eberron's many moons.
After taking care of the huge corpse making/feeding caterpillars, Woody slits
the neck of the surviving giant to get him out of his misery. And stocks up
some more hit dice for the demon dagger.
Wrestle me up a sword
Scouting the Dorraan temple from the bushes
shows that the giants have a noble wrestler vibe going on. Some ten of the brutes
are oiling themselves up for bouts in the wrestling circle. Above it all is the
empty-handed statue of Dorraan, on a 20m high building in the central courtyard.
Every bout won or lost, in fact any reason at all has the giants shouting THE SWORD
IS IN THE HEART at the top of their lungs. Making it worse is that the head of
the tribe is carrying a humongous horn (but no sword) to sound the alarm. Ten
giants plus however many more from the surrounding area is too much for the pair
to take on.
The players debate a bit how to tackle this - use a grease or silence spell and try to take out ten giants? Sounds a bit ambitious, however much help they can get from Woody's magic dagger.
The team lay in wait across the path to
market to find a solo giant to talk to. One trader going to market tells them
that the Sword of Dorraan is in the Dorraan's Vault under the statue. Freakishly,
she gets to live.
Not so the trader coming back from market
who ends up falling into a magical pit. After a couple of arrows in the face
(finally Indy is doing some damage) he starts to talk: the sword is in the
central vault, only the tribal leader can go in, and of course you can
challenge the elder to a wrestling match, but...dude is BIG. Unsurprisingly,
this guy doesn't get to live, as Woody sucks yet another soul into his dagger.
The thing is humming with power now and could
turn one of the guys into a giant for a while. They doubt even that will make a
wrestling match a fair fight, so they look for a sneaky way in. Indy gets
turned invisible, sneaks into the central vault ("locked" only with a
bolt) and finds only a smaller version of the same swordless statue, about a
halfling high on top of a big stone base.
Bad clues - bad scene
It's here that I really should've given
more specific clues.
The same magic phrase "the sword is in the
heart" is running along the walls, but Indy cannot read Giant. Even so, he
knows the phrase from Woody's translation but it doesn't occur to say the words
out loud.
It becomes quite frustrating for both of us: the player ends up
flipping through the rule book looking for a magic answer while I'd like him to
investigate the site more and get better clues. (Yes, I did try to explain about less-rulebooking
and more clue gathering in the session and will do so again next session. For
my part, will need to give more comprehensive clues a la Night's Black Agents
in the future.)
Indy ends up leaving the shrine empty
handed and asks Woody to investigate. Woody mucks about in the shrine, doesn't
get any further and asks his magic prophetic feather for a clue on how to get
the sword. Despite being told "take hold and speak the words" it
takes a bit for him to decide to grab hold of the statue and state that "the
sword is in the heart" - upon which, he can lift the statue-hafted sword
out of its stone sheath. And gets a negative level for his trouble, because
holy swords don't like evil cultists. With the last bit of his invisibility
spell, he flies back to his waiting Gnoll buddy and they hurry back into the
jungle.
Counter ambush with more snake dudes
Where to now? Indy is tempted to follow the
Traveller's advice and head for the Silver Flame temple, but on the other hand the
team now already have a blessed weapon to take on their Rakshasa - need to find
him first though. They remember meeting a four-armed mansnakething in an
underground hall that seemed linked to the snake cult. And so they head back to
see if they can shake info from the snake.
I gloss over the trip, describing landmarks
they take to find their way, and only after skipping the trip I realise after
that this would've been a good place for Indy the ranger to shine as he
remembers the way. Noted for next time.
The two-way ambush in the depths goes
quickly against the snakebominations - a dude with fine scales all over his
body, snakefaced and four-armed and brimming with force field wizardry, a thing
wearing the skin of a Drow warrior over its own skinless form, and a freak with
two long poisonous snakes grafted to his shoulders. This last guy guards Indy's
way in and has sensed him long ago, but is faking out the ranger and his much
shorter range darkvision.
Cruddy stats being what they are, snake-shoulders
doesn't stand much of a chance (but does have Indy blowing his entire spell budget
of a Delay Poison after he gets injected with a paralytic Dexterity-poison). Woody,
finding another way in for his much bigger body, surprises drow-suit with a web
spell and then finds out this still allows for too much wriggle room to slash
the thing's throat with his dagger. Four-arms encases Woody in a force field
and hurries off with drow-suit to help snake-shoulders, but that guy is already
toast thanks to the Sword of Dorraan. Woody uses a dimension door spell to
teleport out of the force field and murder-fireballs the two remaining guys.
Both mooks dead, some first aid revives the
four-armed caster (wisely bound and gagged) enough for a round of bracing
interrogation. Not every lie given during the interrogation was spotted, so only
highlight the text below if you want spoilers:
- the wizard-thing is part of a
snake-abomination cult and serves the deep master under the earth [TRUE]
- the cult's stronghold can be found near the dinosaur pens of the Songraa [FALSE, they hold the God Forge of Onatar]
- the cult is looking for the Fang of the Sky
Serpent, an artifact known to the Drow as the Sting of Vulkoor [TRUE, but not
complete: the cult is also looking for the Feather relic and already holds the
Scale.]
- two infiltrators were manipulating the locals:
Whisper (familiar to the cloud giant Skyfather) and Six Glyph (posing as high
priest Vorruul) [TRUE]
- the fact that Six Glyph has been exposed
and driven off was not yet known to the cult [TRUE]
- Six Glyph has not made his way to the cult
stronghold. His whereabouts are unknown [TRUE]
- the Sky Serpent Cult is trying to
reincarnate their dismembered patron, a custom made demigod crafted by the
Giants but murdered as the Drow rebelled and the Dragons obliterated the
ancient Giant Civilization, Christ that's a lot of Capitalisation [unasked]
- the Sky Serpent and the Scorpion Vulkoor
were crafted as a pair; the serpent as an assassin-seer, the scorpion as an
infiltrator and spy. Vulkoor butchered its sibling and claimed her poison fangs as his stinger [unasked, can be found in the archives of the
Giant city or by asking High Priest Vorruul - the actual one, who is a prisoner
in the God Forge]
Next session: hunt down Vorruul/Six Glyph,
find the Stinger of Vulkoor, and then look for a nice place to retire from all this
madness.
