Are You Sure There's No "Danger Magnet" Disad in the Rulebooks?
18 February 2007-
Before we went back to the orcs, we decided to try looking in the Great Library itself, where we met with their second in command, since the Grand High Librarian (or whatever his title is) was otherwise occupied. After intimating that the Mages' Guild was worried about the missing librarian possessing some sort of Dangerous Information (we were vague here, so as to let his imagination ponder that; and it wasn't an actual lie, exactly), we discovered that 1) the missing librarian was, in fact, missing; that 2) the Library was taking this pretty well; and that 3) they had been trying hard to let the whole demonic possession thing go, and not to dwell on it overmuch. Thanks for nothing.
We then decided to try to go back to the orcs, and present their captain with a pile of rocks, which our mage would illusion into gems. On our way to the ship, though, we were waylaid in a well-organized ambush. Things were bad at first, since their Concussion spell did to us what it usually does for us, and rendered most of us stunned and ineffective. They followed with a couple of crossbowmen, who spent most of their time pin-cushioning Kevin's mage, and a few footmen, who attacked those of us still on our feet. Craig's elven swordsman, eMike's ellyllon mage, and Jeff's half-giant cleaned them up, with an assist from eBill's elven archer. Bruce's centaur spent most of the time down, and Brian's bard never did make it off the dirt (Brian evidently used the dice he normally reserved for Jeff's damage rolls, and couldn't roll for beans the whole night).
Once we got control of the situation, and tortured... um, questioned... the survivors, we discovered that they had been hired to go after us by an apparent amateur conspirator, and they were more than happy to provide us with their meeting place. Once we got him, he sang like a canary all the way to a rundown old building, where an organization called "the Brotherhood of the Yellow Sign" evidently meets. Next week, we intend to express our displeasure, which might reduce the number of brothers, and hopefully will reveal who wants us dead... this time.
Before we went back to the orcs, we decided to try looking in the Great Library itself, where we met with their second in command, since the Grand High Librarian (or whatever his title is) was otherwise occupied. After intimating that the Mages' Guild was worried about the missing librarian possessing some sort of Dangerous Information (we were vague here, so as to let his imagination ponder that; and it wasn't an actual lie, exactly), we discovered that 1) the missing librarian was, in fact, missing; that 2) the Library was taking this pretty well; and that 3) they had been trying hard to let the whole demonic possession thing go, and not to dwell on it overmuch. Thanks for nothing.
We then decided to try to go back to the orcs, and present their captain with a pile of rocks, which our mage would illusion into gems. On our way to the ship, though, we were waylaid in a well-organized ambush. Things were bad at first, since their Concussion spell did to us what it usually does for us, and rendered most of us stunned and ineffective. They followed with a couple of crossbowmen, who spent most of their time pin-cushioning Kevin's mage, and a few footmen, who attacked those of us still on our feet. Craig's elven swordsman, eMike's ellyllon mage, and Jeff's half-giant cleaned them up, with an assist from eBill's elven archer. Bruce's centaur spent most of the time down, and Brian's bard never did make it off the dirt (Brian evidently used the dice he normally reserved for Jeff's damage rolls, and couldn't roll for beans the whole night).
Once we got control of the situation, and tortured... um, questioned... the survivors, we discovered that they had been hired to go after us by an apparent amateur conspirator, and they were more than happy to provide us with their meeting place. Once we got him, he sang like a canary all the way to a rundown old building, where an organization called "the Brotherhood of the Yellow Sign" evidently meets. Next week, we intend to express our displeasure, which might reduce the number of brothers, and hopefully will reveal who wants us dead... this time.
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