Category: dungeons and deathtraps

After their first successful foray into the dungeon, the team retired to their rooms to rest. When the team awoke, they noticed that two of their members, Bosk and Zyryx were not in their quarters. The crew assumed that the two had found other ways of entertaining themselves, and proceeded to return to the 2nd floor. After discussing their plans, they figured that the only way deeper into the dungeon was through the door at the end of the kobold caves. There was concern of their diminished numbers making the journey a bit more difficult, but Ulfgar was confident he would be able to make up for the difference.

The first wave of monsters proved to be easily dispatched, but reinforcements swarmed in and caused a party a bit of trouble. Grezlin, thinking quickly, whipped out the Wand of Wonder, pushing the button. From the wand came a small psuedo-dragon named Sir Reginald III who assisted the team is slaying the enemies. After the battle, Sir Reginald III communicated to Grezlin that he would continue to assist the party and proceeded to scout ahead.

After scouting ahead and finding more Kobold patrols, Ulfgar was able to show the team how he planned to make up for the other two warrior being absent. With a roar of bestial fury, he charged forward and his body grew into the form of a war painted brown bear, making short work of the kobolds in the vicinity.

Unfortunately, the noise and a frantic kobold trying to flee alerted the Sorcerer at the end of the dungeon to their presence and a grand melee ensued. The battle was going well in the party’s favor, until the Sorcerer conjured several copies of himself onto the battlefield, making things a bit more difficult for the party. After some close calls, the party slayed the Sorcerer and took a quite respite. While tossing the chamber for the spoils, they noticed that the magic items their received the last time they fought the Sorcerer were absent. They chalked it up to one of the quirks of the infinite dungeon and proceeded to move towards the door they had abandoned last time.

Once through the door, they found themselves in a chamber with tall walls that didn’t reach the ceiling and multiple directions they could traverse. As they took a short rest to collect their wits and formulate a strategy, they heard horrible screams and death cries of kobolds. Anaki climbed to the top of one of the walls to get a general look at the area around them. He saw this maze continued for the entire room with a glowing beacon further away. Using his information as a guide, they continued through the twisting corridors until they were confronted by the creature making all of the horrible noises: A Minotaur.

The creature was able to bend and manipulate the walls to accommodate its own girth, but Ulfgar wasn’t able to fully utilize his bear form, so he took the form of a Dire Wolf. After a single round of combat, the Minotaur made quick work of the lithe killing machine and Ulfgar was stuck between the beast and his teammates, horrified by its might. Thinking quickly, he recalled the Rock Octopus from the shores of Rendar and sprang forth to grapple the mighty beast. While the beast repeatedly beat on the soft flesh of the octopus, Grezlin and Anaki proceeded to unload on it. Eventually, the beast fell to the onslaught and the party sighed in relief. Before they could relax, the walls suddenly lowered, exposing the remaining Kobolds and the giant sphere of glowing energy. The party and remaining kobolds circled each other cautioiusly, before the Kobolds ran up the stairs where the party had come, leaving the party with the giant glowing mechanism.

The party crept closer to the mechanism, watching the electricity arc across its surface. Upon closer inspection, they could see a weapon lodged into the device, tempting them to come and claim it. Anaki, the very lithe rogue, sprang forward to grab the weapon and ended up getting up a bit crispy in the process.

Tired, electrocuted, and generally tapped out, the party descended to the third level, setting up a rudimentary camp and taking watches. The floor of the dungeon wasn’t as comfortable as their inn beds, but they were making progress. Would it be worth it to back track to return to [Lamp Town? Lamp Light?] or would they need to power their way through until they reach the 21st floor? Only time would tell.

There is no sun.  Its an odd thing to wake up and realize the sun is gone from your day to day life.  This is one of many small changes the party will face as they rouse themselves from the small beds in the tight packed room.  As they brush by each other gathering their things from the rented room of the Lamp Post, each of them feels off.  The day before they were traveling across the land employed as guards to a caravan.  Today they are stuck in a death trap of a dungeon that is neigh impossible to leave.  Miraculously, they have made a sort of piece with the situation they are stuck in, residing themselves to venture down into the depths of this dungeon in hopes of finding a way out.  Yet the dungeon isn’t an easy thing to traverse…They found that out the hard way when facing off with some vicious and hungry kobolds down on floor two.  This was going to be difficult.

The party moves down the wooden stairs of the tavern to the tap room proper.  They sit at an empty table and order food and drink to try and bolster their constitution for what the new day brings.  As the motley crew sits there silently eating and drinking a figure approaches them and puts a leg up on one of the tables benches, striking a pose.  “Hail and well met friends”  The figure says with a over the top chipper attitude.  The party looks up from the food to see an odd looking fellow.  He stands about 5’9” with pale reddish skin.  A pair of horns curl back from his forehead and twist through his short choppy raven locks.  His outfit is a jaunting mismatch of colors.  Tie on sleeves with every color of the rainbow attach loosely to a shiny blue and green doublet that clashes horribly with the mans skin tone.  His pants are a beaten up brown with patches over the knees that sit just a bit too snug on his frame.  A dark maroon half cape is draped over his shoulder, all in all he is quite an eye sore for so early in the morning.  He slaps his knee propped on the bench with a gloved hand.  “Well now you lot look as miserable as a long tailed cat in a room full of rocking chairs”  He smiles a toothy grin, his k9s points add a bit of malice to the smile.  “Never you fear though lads there is always tomorrow. Keep a stiff upper lip and the like.”  He begins to sit down and flips his cape back over his shoulder as he does so.  “My name is Achiel.  Bard by trade.  I travel up and down these damned floors spreading tales of valor and heroics as I go.”  He removes his gloves and takes a few choice dates from the plate in the middle of the table.  Finally, Anaki breaks from the groups baffled staring and asks.  “Can we help you?” the horned headed man smiles while chewing his pilfered date.  “No, but perhaps I can help you.  I see few new faces in this place.  So that means you’ve either come to this place willingly or by someone else’s design.  Yet either way you are here…..and I’m guessing you want out.”  He pops the other date into his mouth.  Ulfgar sits up straighter.  “Ov course ve vant out of this damned place…ever thing is out of sorts here.” He replies while stroking through his thick red beard.  The party nod in agreement of the dwarf’s statement.  Zyr the centaur moves around the tables edge closer to the bard.  “So…how can you help?”  A grin spreads across the face of the bard known as Achiel.  “How can I help?” He says putting a hand to his chest in mock shock and surprise.  “well you see….I have heard a way out of this place…a door……down on floor SIXTY!”