TOPIC: Drakkenheim City of Danger

Wasn't Bob that cast fog cloud it was talourien the elf druid lol

Session 4

The party discover a delirium-powered machine at the top of the bell tower, guarded by the fearsome harpy matriarch! I missed this session, so that's about all I could glean from the fevered ramblings of the other players.

Session 5

Seeking information about the mysterious device, the party seek an audience with the reclusive artifier Oscar Something in his run-down manor. They are intercepted at the gates by Blackjack Mal of the Queens Men, who offers the party a hefty sack of gold if they abduct the artificer from his fortified home. Dunbar tells him where to shove his offer and Mal melts back into the shadows.

The party approach the artificer's lair. Zombie gardeners prune the overgrown topiary. The party are shown into a dark and grimy audience chamber. Fetch notices a secret passage hidden behind a tapestry and slips off to investigate. He encounters a magically sealed door and utterly fails to open it.

Meanwhile, the rest of the party sit twiddling their thumbs. Suddenly, the front gates crash inward as Blackjack Mal breaks through astride a large, mutated rhinoceros! Not to be deterred by Dunbar's truculent attitude, he has returned to seize the artificer himself - and he has bought plenty of friends!

"I've got this!" T'lorien cries, pulling a handful of grenades from the bandolier across his chest. He pops the pins and hurls them at the enemy! They bounce back toward the party and come to rest at Bob's feet.

"Well, bugger me with a slimy tentacle." Bob curses, moments before he is exploded into purple goo!!!

RIP Bob.

"Shit! That guys a lunatic!" Blackjack Mal cries, as T'lorien produces another handful of magical boom rocks from his bag, " Retreat!!!"

The Queens Men pull back. Oscar Something thanks the heroes for defending his home and gives everyone a Healing Potion, but it's too late for Bob..... Fortunately, a passing bard notices the other heroes are looking a bit sad about their fallen comrade and decides to join the party. Welcome Erin!

Oscar Something tells the party to go get some enchanted flowers from a cursed garden deep within the Haze, for reasons! The party set off at once!

Game still on 27th nov

Session 6

Note: Between sessions, the Hooded Lanterns saw fit to furnish T'lorien with a suitcase nuke on a deadman's trigger. Unsurprisingly, this does not bode well for anyone.

The party head to the Queen's Garden, in search of eldritch lilies. The Garden is a sprawling, overgrown expanse of corrupted greenland in the centre of Drakkenheim. T'lorien stops to talk to a tree. The tree starts giving us side-quests.

On the grounds that lilies are rhizomatous aquatic herbs, the party start looking for a pond. They find one, but it is a highly suspicious-looking pond, and nobody wants to approach it. Eventually, a homicidal druid and three swole gnomes pop out of the underbrush and start talking shit. It turns out this raggedy-ass treehugger killed T'lorien's parents and aint' nobody about to let that slide.

The two druids enter a circle of flowers to beat on each other with magical sticks, while the swole gnomes fly into a rage. They charge the party, cutting their feet to shreds on Dunbar's strategically placed Spike Growth. Fetch decides that doing half damage is for chumps and fires on the evil druid, who disappears in a cloud of butterflies. T'lorien casts Charm Gnome and triggers an info dump of monolithic proportions.

The party continue on and soon reach another, equally suspicious-looking body of water. There are some kinda-eldritch-looking lilies growing amidst the reeds, so T'lorien casts Speak with Plants and starts flapping his tongue. This ends the Charm Gnome spell, but Fetch was poised to slit the barbarians throat as he emerged from his stupor.

"Are you eldritch lilies?" T'lorien asks.

"Oh, yeah. Definitely. We're about the most eldritch lilies you're ever going to find. Come closer and pick us."

T'lorien wades into the pond, as the rest of the party back up. T'lorien shakes his head ruefully at their excessive caution. As a druid, plants are his friends! They would never lie to him or bring him to grief. T'lorien notices he is now grappled by a horrible sludge monster lurking beneath the water. The lilies are laughing at him. The sense of betrayal pains T'lorien more than the acidic slime stripping the flesh from his lower torso. Try as he might, T'lorien cannot extract himself from the corrosive muck. He transforms into a bear, fights his way free, then immediately gets sucked back in as the monstrous ooze lunges out of the pond after him. The rest of the party watch in dismay as their companion dissolves...

RIP T'lorien

... then they remember the suitcase nuke and realise they have mere seconds to escape before T'lorien's death triggers the bomb. They make it about 200ft before the detonation. A mushroom cloud of sorcerous fire immolates a good chunk of the Queen's Garden and still inflicts a not-insignificant amount of fire damage on the fleeing party.

TBC

1 inspiration point mike !

I legitimately howled with laughter at this. Best one yet!