(This is a log of my players run through the Out of the Abyss campaign (After a brief dabble with Harried at Hillsfar first. Spoilers abound, though it’s likely the team won’t play the module in the way you, the writers or sanity intended).
They’ve escaped the Drow and have not killed themselves (yet). Winning!
Targen: Urgh, if I never see another giant spider again, it’ll be four million years too soon.
Zook: There was only four. And at least you mostly purged the poison from Whitey.
Sargen followed the rest down the tunnels, carrying Whitey’s unconcious body over his shoulder.
Sargen: I liked the way they burst when I hit them. Wait. He’s not drooling on me, is he?
Zook paused to peer up at the limp form of the parties ranger.
Zook: It looks more like foam than drool. At least he’s stopped vomiting.
Aiyu: Lets rest up ahead.
While everyone caught their breath and Whitey regained conciousness, Prince Derendil approached. A vicious monster that behaved like a gentleman he was Yin to the PC’s Yang.
Therendril: “There’s something laired up ahead. We should investigate.”
Zook: “We barely survived that last crop of spiders.”
Aiyu: “I agree. There’s no point me risking m…. our skins for nothing.”
Sargen: “Let’s just keep moving.”
Brother Targen: “Amazingly, it looks like we’re all in agreement then. Democracy in action!”
Derendil: “The creature appears to be guarding a cache of spellbooks and reagents.”
Aiyu: “So? Like we said, it’s too risky.”
Sargen: “Where’s Zook gone?”
And that is why, a few minutes later Zook was balancing on Derendil’s shoulders and reaching for some floating spellbooks Meanwhile the rest of the party was being chased around a dusty room of spider webs by a giant set of floating eyes.
Aiyu: “I’m sure I remember saying this was a bad idea.”
Targen. looking around the room: “Is any of your blood actually still inside your body?”
Aiyu: “Urrgh. That little kleptomaniac had better find something worthwhile in all those books.”
Sargen, swinging an axe ineffectively at the hovering beast: “Zook! Some help!”
Zook took one last look at the spellbooks just out of his grasp and jumped down to help his friends. The eye-beams of the Spectator beast scythed around the room and things looked dire.
Time to bring out the big guns and do something to end this fight once and for all!
After a few seconds of chanting g bolts of fire leapt from Zooks fingers and arced towards the monster. Three of it’s four eyes turned to watch as the bolts sailed on either side of its body to alight on the dry, dusty and definitely highly flammable floor.
Moments later, most of the cave was an inferno.
Aiyu: “I meant pyromaniac clearly.”
Anastacia: “He did it AGAIN?”
The floor soon gave way entirely and the entire party plummeted into the inky blackness below. All except Aiyu, who through sheer agility had grasped a stray spider strand and swung out over the void.
But above him a high-pitched cackling alerted him to the obviously-completely-insane Buppido cutting through the strands supporting him.
Buppido: “Plummeting for the plummeting god!”
And thus Aiyu joined his friends in the cold, dark emptiness below, cursing Buppido all the way down.
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