It was a wet and overcast morning as I Zaunn the Mage departed for
Nightwick Abbey. I was accompanied on my third expedition to Nightwick
by Redwall the scoundrel, who insists I call him "Boner", two fighters
called Donal and Agnes the Average. We also had Agnes's torchbearer and
our dogs. We had a total of 5 dogs with us, since I had replaced Riddler
and Lemming with "Steve" and "Thingy". Gentle Ben decided to stay
behind and celebrate, I mean drown his sorrows at the loss of his master
last week.
This time we headed to the South Tower, noting as we
went that a series of ruined arches had appeared over the week. We're
sure they weren't there last week but appeared to have been there for
centuries.
Entering the south tower we discovered that it's
interior was pretty much identicle to the north, right down to the
trapdoor with a rusted ladder beneath it. We repeated last week's plan
of using a rope spiked into the floor and lowered down the trapdoor.
Beneath was small room with a door to the west, a long staircase that
corkscrewed down and a corridor with a door in the eastern wall,
opposite the stairs, and a door in the western wall. We headed to the
western door and Boner caught a strong wiff of mold. We were debating if
we should try it or the easter door when across the astral plane, in
the distant mystical realm of South Knoxville some arcane structure
called "The Internet" collapsed.
Suddenly Boner and I, along with out loyal hounds,
found ourselves transported to the world of Wessex. There we met with
the rogue Blixer, who talked us into aiding him in hunting some
vampires. He and his talking dog, Abe Lincoln Vampire Hunter led us into
the Caves of Myrddin where he tied up a thrice blessed donkey and the
dogs. He and Boner hid behind a secret door while I sat in a nearby
tunnel with Steve and Thingy.
In time misty forms drifted into the cavern and
solidified into four vampires. One of them decided to feed off of the
donkey and a moment later I heard Abe say "Woof woof", which was the
signal. I flung out my holywater soaked net and was able to cover three
of the four undead. Boner and Blixer both missed with their nets but I
was able to upend the bucket of holy water we'd soaked the nets in over
the uncaptured vampire. He and the vampire who had tried to feed off of
the thrice blessed donkey were destroyed while the other two turned into
fog and escaped.
Boner found a vampire fang and intends to make it
into jewellery while Blixer found a treasure map to a location nearby.
On our way there we met a friend of Blixer's, Philip the Black (or
something) the four of us were able to locate the treaure cache in an
unexplored area of the dungeon. There we found a pile of treasure
including a magical flaming sword which Boner claimed, and a scroll of
spells which I took. We shared the gold amongst us and headed back into
town to celebrate.
This is where everything went terribly, terribly
wrong. In our drunken stupor Boner was transformed into a pig, Philip
became the property of the Castellan's wife and I was married off to
Kerra, the pox-faced daughter of the local alewife. It's a dark day, a
dark dark day.
OH BUT WAIT, THERE'S MORE:
ReplyDeleteRight after that the tenessee internet went back up, and Blixa, Abe and the Pig hit up Nightwick Abbey and fought some zombies--and Boner, though a swine, acquitted himself admirably via a series of precision ankle bites.
Zak, your PC needs to grow a neatly trimmed beard so we can call him Wolf Blixer.
ReplyDeleteWell I hope there's a report for that session soon :)
ReplyDeleteI do like these gaming reports.
ReplyDeleteJudging by the amount of character overlap, I'm beginning to think there are some well established caravans that take goods and people from Wessex to the Dark Country and vice versa.
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