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5th Edition Spelljammer – Favors of the Arcane, Session 9

spelljammer logoThe journey to Greyhawk was a simple matter of flying to the Nyr Dyv, then sailing down the Silentan River to the docks. After pay what was almost certain an extortive docking fee, Sumner and Flint split off from Straxius, Veya, and Zinniana. The minotaur and dwarf would scour the High Market for trade goods and inquire at the Temple of Pelor for information regarding the Black Star while Straxius, Veya, and Zinniana sought out Ulfda the Mighty.

Although Sumner and Flint were unable to learn anything from the priests of Pelor, the others did find Ulfda the Mighty. They learned from the College of Magic where he lived (and that he definitely was not affiliated with the college). His tower was a tower only in the academic sense. It was round, with a pointed roof, but was obviously only two stories and towered over nothing. Also Ulfda himself seemed quite mad. He was obsessed with his finger bones and claimed Murlynd never returns what he borrows, though he couldn’t be sure if the spoon was actually his to begin with. He was willing to share some spells with Straxius, though. He just needed someone to retrieve his belongings from Murlynd’s house, especially his spoon, even though it might actually be Murlynd’s. He suggested they bring back ALL the spoons, just in case. And his finger bones. AND a jeweled brain box.

When asked how to get to Murlynd’s house, he produced a tarnished silver stirrup. Straxius quickly learned this was some sort of portal key, as it made the door exiting Ulfda’s tower lead not to the city street from whence they came, but rather some sort of plant-filled conservatory. They briefly thought about going while Sumner and Flint were running their errands, but decided to track them down first instead.

Murlynd's HouseOnce reunited with Flint and Sumner, the five officers of Boccob’s Barge passed through the portal into Murlynd’s House. From Conservatory, to Pantry, to Kitchen, to Sitting Room, they explored the odd home with trepidation, fearful of the wrath of a powerful wizard. They found a hot metal box and a cold metal box in the kitchen and surmised they were for cooking and food preservation, respectively. A collection of tiny colored pieces of paper were in the sitting room, along with glass frames containing pinned insects, as well as a talking clock! They gathered up every spoon they could find, but then found a note:

“Dear Folks,
So happy you were able to stop in during my absence. Please be careful not to disturb anything! Check to see that the plants and pets are being properly cared for—they should all be alive and healthy! Help yourselves to whatever you need to eat. Mind you don’t eat me out of house and home, though! The two scrolls might be of some small use to you in the adventures ahead. If you notice any other small objects you are in need of, help yourselves, but leave the silverware alone. If you should see Zagyg, do tell him that Keoghtom and I are waiting for Denkainen, who will be along soon enough. Have fun! Dr.M.”

Straxius immediately became suspicious: perhaps this mad Ulfda the Mighty was actually Zagyg in disguise! They contemplated the implications while enjoying a brief meal, then continued searching for the finger bones and jeweled brain box.

Nothing was found in the bedrooms, upstairs, so they proceeded to the attic. The clutter was prodigious and they discovered a baleful ghost in the attack. It gave Straxius a fright that greyed some of his hair before Sumner was able to banish it. Near where the ghost attacked was a trunk in which they found a few minor magical items, as well as blackened, gnarled finger bones and a jewel-encrusted skull.

After a quick examination, it was clear the finger bones were another piece of the Wand of Orcus. They skull appeared to be just an oddity. They reluctantly gathered up the bones, aghast that yet another component of the foul wand of a demon god was in their possession and decided to check the basement before returning to Ulfda.

In the basement, they found some more curiosities, such as lightning elemental that apparently provided power, and a tunnel that seemed to stretch for miles, but nothing else of note. They returned to the conservatory, made sure they had the stirrup in hand, and opened the door.

It led outside, to the grounds around Murlynd’s House, not back to the Free City of Greyhawk….

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5th Edition Spelljammer – Favors of the Arcane, session 8

spelljammer logoThe next morning, they were awoken by an alarm bell and shouts from the dwarves on overnight watch. The bugbears had returned in force. Half-a-dozen were assaulting the compounds walls and in the distance, two wyverns approached.

The officers of Boccob’s Barge donned their armor and joined the battle just as the wyvern with their riders arrived. Sumner noticed the wyverns carried cauldron or pots of some sort.

Straxius fired a hold monster at one of the wyverns, paralyzing it. It fell from the sky. The pot shattered, splashing it and its rider with the black pudding it carried.

They were not so lucky with the second wyvern, and it managed to drop its pot behind the wall, between the palisades and the building. The pudding oozed out and attacked the nearest dwarves fending off the bugbears scaling the wall.

From the central courtyard, Veya, Zinniana, and Dalshar fired arrows at the wyvern. The rest of the group divided their attacks between the bugbears, the black pudding, and the wyvern. They brought the wyvern down as it descended to engage Veya. By the time they killed the pudding, it had taken out three of the dwarves. The rest of the bugbears were easy to defeat by comparison.

Unfortunately, the pudding that devoured the wyvern and its rider outside the walls wasn’t quite finished, but was persuaded by judicious use of fire to seek prey in a different direction.

They retired inside to take stock of their wounds and decide their next move. Dalshar paid them the bounty she was offering for the second bulette on the island for helping defender her home. Outside, the earth shook and a terrible voice shouted: DALSHAR, YOUR TIME HAS COME!

She explained that old-timer spelljammers like herself often made powerful enemies, especially when they also explored the outer plains.

glabrezuA glabrezu kicked down the gate as Sumner and Straxius quickly came up with a plan. Sumner was made invisible and used fly to exit out the back. Unfortunately, the glabrezu saw him and attempted to dispel his magic. Straxius saved Sumner with a quick counter-spell. The dwarves, Kagark, and Veya engaged the demon in melee as the rest used missile weapons.

The demon attempted to confuse its attackers with a spell. Veya turned and attacked the dwarves. Meanwhile, the beast took a pummeling from the rest of the group.

Veya shook off the confusion before causing too much damage and Zinniana brought the demon down with an arrow to the face.

Once again taking stock of their wounds, Dalshar indicated her desire to march on the bugbears fort. Straxius and the rest of the officers of Boccob’s Barge decided they needed to be on their way. They inquired if there was anyone Dalshar knew who could help Straxius expand his arcane repertoire and she referred him to an acquaintance. She knew a wizard, who was last known to be in the Free City of Greyhawk, Ulfda the Mighty. He could help them, and also she wanted to know if they could pick up a load of steel for her?

They prepared to once again make way, a little stronger and a little wiser for their adventures.

So, this time, I made a concentrated effort to challenge them. Of course, the bugbear attack in the morning was planned since last session (we just didn’t get to it). I knew I’d been light on the challenge of fights previously; I was taking stock of their abilities and getting a feel for what they were capable of. Experience taught me that going by pure Party Level vs. CR tended to be really conservative due to the random nature of die rolls, and I was right. While the first fight took a lot of the PCs’ resources, none of them were actually injured by the time they defeated all the bugbears, wyverns, and puddings. Have NPC dwarves as damage sponges helped with that, I suppose. So too, went the fight with the glabrezu. Though they had leveled, they didn’t have a chance to get their new spells. Still, they defeated it with only the NPC Kagark (and some dwarves taking damage). They actually killed the glabrezu faster than I expected.

Of course, all this means that things get real from now on.Evil Raccoon soon

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5th Edition Spelljammer – Favors of the Arcane, session 7

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Prior to Boccob’s Barge’s departure, half-a-dozen armored men marched up to the dock. Brother Maynard from the Pantheist Temple of Tyr led them. The senior priest told Straxius and three of his men were prepared to travel with the crew on their quest to deal with the Wand of Orcus. The extra two men were just there to carry their effects. They loaded the priests on the ship and were on their way.

The journey through Realmspace, into the Flow, and into Greyspace was uneventful for once. Though the voyage took several weeks, the gods of travel were with them. As they crossed the void to Oerth, Straxius consulted his charts to find Lake Quag and Flinterlord Island.

As they approached, they saw there was a dock in the crook of the dogleg-shaped island. Boccob’s Barge set down in the water of Lake Quag and came to rest at the dock. Straxius, Sumner, Veya, Flint, Zinniana, and Kagark disembarked and approached a shack at the end of the dock. A lone dwarf was inside sleeping.

Flint roused the dwarf and learned the domicile of Dalshar Stormstone was but a few miles inland. They needed only to follow the road. After about twenty minutes of walking, they spotted movement through the grassy hills in the distance. Zinniana sent her raven, Nevermore to investigate, but by the time the bird arrived, there was nothing to see.

BuletteThey continued their journey, but were interrupted by an armor-plated beast bursting from the ground. The bulette attacked savagely, but forewarning of its attack allowed Straxius and Sumner to take to the air with fly spells. They blasted the landshark from above while the rest engaged it in melee. A judicious use of hold monster stopped it in its tracks and they put it down.

Zinniana remembered something about bulettes having indigestible treasures in their gizzards, so she dove in with a knife and managed to recover a corroded bone scroll tube and four small gemstones. After cleaning up a bit, they continued their walk to Dalshar’s stronghold. A few more hours of walking and they crested a hill to see a small fortified building under siege.

Dwarves held off half-a-dozen attacking bugbears led by a burly bugbear riding a wyvern. The crew made some quick plans, then rushed to help. Kagark and Veya concentrated on helping the dwarves while the rest worked on bringing down the wyvern.

The battle raged and the wyvern and its rider savaged Sumner, causing the minotaur’s fly spell to fail. He fell to the ground, forced to feign death long enough to quaff a potion. In time, however, the crew of Boccob’s Barge and the dwarves fought off the bugbears and slew them.

The dwarven female leading the defenders thank them for their intervention and introduced herself as Dalshar Stormstone. She invited them in for a celebratory feast. During the celebration, she revealed she was once served on a spelljammer under Herzog, until she led a mutiny against his poor leadership and deposed him as captain. She was pleased he seemed to harbor no ill feelings and promised to discuss trade in the morning.

With bellies full of roasted pork and ale, the officers of Boccob’s Barge stayed the night in Stormstone Stronghold.

After several weeks of pulling my punches with encounter design, as I tried to get a handle on just what the PCs capabilities were, I finally put forth a real challenge. The bulette was an appetizer, so to speak, the real challenge was half-a-dozen bugbears with a bugbear leader riding a wyvern. According to an online encounter calculator I found, this was rated to be a “deadly” encounter. I didn’t take into account the helping dwarves, but their contribution, frankly, was minimal (as it should be, since this is not their story). I was confident that the PCs could handle it; one thing I’ve learned over the years is that online encounter calculations can’t take into account clever tactics and PCs can easily punch above their weight. The randomness of dice rolls can affect that, too. The online calculators can be a good place to start, but shouldn’t be relied upon as the end-all-be-all of encounter design.

And now that they’re on the World of Greyhawk, I could really lean on the nostalgia button hard, so I choose to indulge…

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5th Edition Spelljammer – Favors of the Arcane, Session 6

spelljammer logoThe return voyage to the Rock of Bral was an uneventful flight through The Flow. Boccob’s Barge passed several traders, all intent on keeping to their own business. Meanwhile the crew discussed what they were going to do with the pommel stone from the Wand of Orcus. They decided it would be best if they try to find a temple of a powerful good-aligned power to take possession of it.

drakkar-gdBoccob’s Barge arrived at the Rock of Bral to find a smoldering drakkar in the berth next to theirs. Lizardfolk scrambled to quench the last of the embers. The crew discovered they were attacked by a ship of ghouls who searched their ship as they attacked. They abandoned the drakker when they couldn’t locate what they were looking for, leaving the lizardfolk to drift. They made port at the Rock of Bral for repairs so they could continue their search for a new home world, a world said to orbit a black star.

The crew wished them luck and proceeded to the market to sell their trade goods. There, they encountered Herzog. He approved of their initiative in finding profit, but suggested there were better places to sell the furs than a city where the temperature was mostly constant. He happened to have a friend on Oerth, in Greyspace, who traded frequently with northern nomads, and winter was coming. He told them to seek out Dalshar Stormstone on Flinterlord Island in Lake Quag.

That night, Sumner dreamt.

You fall into a deep sleep, a sleep more restful than you can ever have cruising through Wild Space or the Flow.
A dark void.
Endless stars dot the background, like pin pricks in a black cloth hanging in front of a sun-flooded window. A shape comes into focus, approaching you from the endless black. It is everything and nothing at once.
An untempered schism.
It engulfs you, fills you and surrounds you. For a moment, you know the unknowable, see that which you cannot comprehend. A vision fills your mind: an emaciated man wearing fine robes that would not be out of place on royalty. His fingers are bent, sharp talons. His mouth is fill with cruel teeth flecked with dried blood and ragged flesh. He throws back his head in silent laughter and holds up a blood-red human skull.
The man stands atop a stone platform, surrounded by ancient columns. The columns lined an avenue leading toward a statue of a grotesque, ram-headed man with an enormous belly and cloven hooves. A black star rises behind him.

He told the rest of Boccob’s Barge’s officers of his vision from his patron, Krivbeknih. After breaking their fast, they sought out and divided their time between the Pantheist Temple of Tyr and the Library of Spheres.

At the Library of Spheres, Straxius researched the Wand of Orcus. He learned what it would take to destroy the artifact: it must be cast into the Positive Energy Plane by the hero whose skull tops the wand. Obviously, no small task. His research revealed nothing about why the wand was broken or where any other pieces might be. There was no mention of the hero’s, Hrothgar the Penitent, final resting place. He did find a reference to Varlden Dod, a world orbiting a Black Star.

At the Pantheist Temple of Tyr, they spoke to priests who shared their concern over the reappearance of the Wand of Orcus. They pledged to aid the crew of Boccob’s Barge when they were ready, but would not take possession of the pommel stone.

The crew returned to their ship and prepared to shove off once more….

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5th Edition Spelljammer – Favors of the Arcane, Session 5

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Boccob’s Barge approached the dwarven citadel. While light could be seen through windows, no other signs of life were evident. The hammership flew an orbit around the citadel and saw only one docking cavern open. They entered the citadel and securing Boccob’s Barge to the dock.

Half-eaten, dead dwarves lay on the pier, their weapons broken and bloody. The lights the dwarves used to illuminate their corridors still shone. Straxius, Veya, Zinniana, Flint, and Sumner ducked into the first room they encountered. It appeared to be some sort of bathing pool adjacent to a sweat room.

More dead dwarves lay in the hallways leading toward a cluster of defense towers. The crew found some weapons scattered on the floor near a weapons rack, and a few unused suits of chain mail, but no life.

After the first set of defense towers, they continued down the corridor that ran along the remaining docks. More dead dwarves lined the halls, fallen by an unknown foe who seemed to fight tooth and nail, ripping and tearing… and eating their way through the dwarven defenses.

In the final docking bay, there were two small longboats. They quickly piled the gear they’d found so far into one of the boats, and then continued their exploration of the citadel. The crew passed through some crew quarters. Dead dwarves lay eaten in their bunks, others on the ground with broken weapons. Scattered among the defenders were others, tall humanoids with talons and jagged teeth: ghouls.

From the half-eaten state of the defenders, Straxius surmised the ghouls were being controlled by someone more powerful than themselves; otherwise, there would be nothing left but bloody bones. They continued into a great tiered room, lined with cold forges. The tiers led to a room in the center: the bridge of the citadel within the Great Forge.

Inside the bridge was a dwarf in fine clothes, torn to shreds, surrounded by his defenders and ghouls alike. The captain’s rutter lay open on the table, several pages torn out. Straxius grabbed it and they continued their search.

After exploring a few more sections of living quarters, they came across a market. Food stalls were overturned, their wares scattered across the floor, rotting. They group made their way to the stair leading down to the cargo hold.

Barricades made from cargo crates blocked the path through the cargo hold. Dwarves and ghouls alike lay strewn across the barricades. The clusters of bodies were a trail telling of a running battle leading from the upper level through the cargo hold to yet an even lower level.

2016-03-25 22.36.52Stairs from the cargo level opened into a cavern in the deep recess from which the citadel was built. The cavern was covered with ice and when they entered the first chamber, they saw why: a churning, bubbling fountain of ice. After a brief examination, Straxius realized it was most likely a portal of some sort leading to the para-elemental plane of ice.

Sounds from an adjacent cavern drew their attention. They entered to see ghouls gnawing on hanging slabs of meat. More interested in fresh blood than frozen entrees, the ghouls turned and attacked. The battle was over swiftly, but the crew moved to watch if their fight drew any other attention. One of the ghouls grasped a small sack with a few gems inside taken from its dwarven meals.

As they advanced through the caverns, they found another ghoul corpse, trapped beneath fallen rocks and ice. Something was clutched in its outstretched hand.

A black pearl.

It radiated almost overwhelming magic and after Sumner and Straxius examined it closely, they determined it was a piece of something bigger, a pommel stone, perhaps. They moved deeper into the caverns.

They entered a large cavern containing a small pond and a clusters of ghouls digging at a stone door. The crew attempted to sneak into an attack position, but Flint’s clanking gave them away, drawing the ghouls to them. Two of the ghouls exuded a horrible stench and seemed to lead the rest of the pack, splitting up to come at the crew from both sides of the pond.

2016-03-25 23.09.01The battle was short, ghoul were no match for the experienced crew of Boccob’s Barge. After the battle, they opened the stone door to reveal half-a-dozen emaciated, starving dwarves: the lone survivors of the citadel.

None of them were craftmen or casters; they couldn’t get the forges running so the citadel would move again. Straxius offered to take them to a safe port. They left the caverns behind and took the small longboats around to Boccob’s Barge. They agreed to give one to the dwarves and decided to keep one for themselves for use with their ship.

As they pulled out of the dock, they saw another ship approaching. The dwarves identified the ship as the one carrying the ghouls. The crew decided to return to their original course as the ghoul ship returned to the citadel. Straxius and the others surmised they returned for the black pearl they left behind.

Boccob’s Barge cruised through the phlogiston on their way back to Realmspace. Straxius and Sumner examined the pearl. After a few simple experiments Straxius realized what it was: the pommel stone to the Wand of Orcus. He told the others how Orcus would sometimes let his wand loose among mortals to wreak havoc. It was obvious that’s what the ghouls were after. Whoever was controlling them was using intent on reassembling the wand.

To what end, they did not know. They knew only that whoever was searching could not be up to anything good. The crew doubted they could peddle the pommel stone and throwing it into the void would accomplish nothing; some creature, some evil would be drawn to it.

Straxius turned to the book of charts and began to research the missing pages….

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5th Edition Spelljammer – Favors of the Arcane, Session 4

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Two weeks into their two months journey to Patria, where they expected to find the discworld of Eorôe, the crew of Boccob’s Barge discovered a lonely chest floating in the Phlogiston. After hauling it in, Zinniana checked it for traps, but failed to unlock it. A couple of whacks with weapons from Veya and Sumner did the trick.

Inside the chest, was another chest. It was neither trapped, nor locked, so they opened it.

Another chest.

And another.

Straxius snatched up the smallest chest and shook it to see if there was anything loose within. A pseudopod extended from the chest and attacked, as did the other two chests. Mimics!

The chesty impersonators were a small challenge to the crew of Boccob’s Barge and after searching through the remains to find some gold and diamond dust; they tossed them back into the flow and went on their way.

EorôeThe remainder of the voyage to Patria passed uneventfully. The wildspace within was sparsely populated. A quick fly-by of the Eorôe revealed a vast ocean separating continents from a snowy landmass encircling the world. They set down in the water and sailed into one of the seaside villages. The natives were crow-like avians, Black Ones, curious and friendly. They told Straxius of the giants with whom they had a tepid relationship. Thought they weren’t friends exactly, the giants traded with the White Ones.

The White Ones had an encampment at the edge of the village. They were much like the Black One, save for the color of their feathers. They offered to let the crew of Boccob’s Barge travel with them to across the tundra to the Edge, where they could trade with the giants. The three week journey to the Edge didn’t appeal to the crew of Boccob’s Barge, however, so they offered the use of their ship to speed the caravan’s way.

After loading the sleds onto the ship, they flew across the tundra.  As the natives described, the giants were indeed at the Edge; the literal edge of the world. They lined up as far as the eye could see in either direction and appeared to be guarding Eorôe from an unseen threat.

Straxius ordered Boccob’s Barge to hover at eye level with the giants. They were wary at first, but when they saw the natives on board, they relaxed enough to approach the ship and hold onto to it for parley. They needed nothing from the crew of the ship and offered up one of the man-sized ice crystals in exchange for a promise: the crew of Boccob’s Barge would aid them when they needed to defend the world.kenku

The giant’s terms were agreed to, and after the natives exchanged their furs with the giants, they headed back to the village. Before leaving, they traded knowledge of brewing beer and ale, and money for furs and scrimshaw carvings. Then, Boccob’s Barge headed back to Wildspace, their cargo for the arcane well insulated in the hold.

Halfway back to the rock of Bral, they spotted a monolithic shape in their path. A Dwarven Citadel loomed ahead. Seeing no signs of activity, Boccob’s Barge approached…

I had a great subplot all ready where the PCs would travel with the caravan to the edge of the world and get involved in a missing persons case and all that with a cool Dwarven Forge set-up… then they flew their ship to the edge of the world.

That’s what I get for planning a session hastily while suffering from post-con fatigue. In retrospect, of course they’d fly the ship and hover at the edge. Why wouldn’t they? Stupid GM!

Oh well, these things happen. I can always re-use the Dwarven Forge set-up!

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Gary Con VIII Report!

Gary Con: a four-day celebration of the life and games of Gary Gygax, co-creator of Dungeons & Dragons. Held in Lake Geneva, Wisconsin, I have been attending since Gary Con II.

Day 0 – We arrived on Wednesday, got checked into the Grand Geneva Resort and Spa and immediately saw some old friends. There were a few things I needed to run to the Piggly Wiggly for, so I did that, we had dinner at one of the on-site restaurants, and socialized a bit before bed.

A pretty low-key start, but that’s typical and appropriate.

Day 1 – I started the con out with a DM’s Guild Workshop run by some of the folks who came out to Gary Con from Wizards of the Coast (Mike Mearls, Trevor Kidd, and Chris Perkins among them). It was about building backgrounds for your game, or more specifically gothic horror backgrounds since their current thing is Curse of Strahd. I found it more helpful than I expected and was sad that was the only workshop I could fit into my schedule. I hope they come back next year!

Next was my Paranoia game, “Bugs in the System.” I run 2nd edition Paranoia because it’s my favorite version and I’ve never seen the need to add more different complex systems to it for any reason, particuarly a convention scenario. There were several familiar faces at the table and a few new players. They all failed to kill the team leader multiple times, though. I failed, as well, as he didn’t die once. I must be losing my touch. Still, the game was a success and everyone seemed to have fun. The session ended with them aiding, however inadvertantly, the giant mutant cockroaches in lauching the Starship Warden.

After Paranoia, I managed to hit the Dealer Hall for a bit. It was bigger than in previous years, more spacious, and with more vendors. I managed to avoid spending ANY money. Most excellent.

That evening’s game was run by James Carpio of the new TSR Games. It was a playtest for their new espionage RPG written by The Admistrator himself, Merle Rasmussen (who you may remember from such RPGs as Top Secret). It was a fun game and since I wasn’t rolling a d20, I did fairly well, though I did whip out an Australian accent while undercover in the U.K…. I have no idea WHY I defaulted to that instead of a generic British accent. Or Irish. Or Scottish. No, I had to go to the other side of the planet. Still, we succeeded in our mission and I got to fly a drone into the back of a sniper’s head… causing him to fall off the building and set off a car alarm. Oops.

Day 2 – I started the day with an Adventurer’s League game. The one I signed up for was cancelled since I was the only person who signed up, but fortunately, there was another table with an open slot. Players were still working through the earlier adventures in the series, I was a non-conformist who signed up for the third adventure in the series.

I swore off Organized Play after two years straight of bad experiences at Gen Con. I tried Pathfinder Society for a while, but the GMs were hit-and-miss and generally, I found not playing to be preferable. So, I didn’t have really high hopes.

The adventure, which took place in Barovia (I also swore off Ravenloft after an incident in the early ’90s), was enjoyable, and though my tiefling paladin died, we defeated the villian. Or rather, the other two players did while I provided a convienient distraction for the attacking werewolf.

You see, all weekend, my d20s rolled like warmed over shit. Seriously, I could not succeed on a roll to save my life, whether it was D&D or Dungeon Crawl Classics. I was so digusted after the D&D game, I went out and bought a whole new set of dice. Naturally, that didn’t work. Must have been user error, an 1d10T error, if you will.

I followed the D&D game up with wandering, Dealer Hallering, and general socialization until my afternoon game: Women Only – Tomb of Horrors, played with the original AD&D, as it was meant to be experienced. The group played cautiously, and it took an hour before the first death. Well, the first, second, third, fourth, fifth, and sixth deaths. Can you guess? Look in the first comment for the answer (a few people who read this blog will be spoiled by the answer).

Also, kudos to the 9-year-old girl, whose name I cannot remember, who had the best comments of the game. To the Petrie sisters & mother: I finally met someone worse than my mother! And, her HORROR when she realized what she said: “Stop sticking your poles in holes!”

As a 9-year-old, I doubt I would ever have realized the implications of that phrase. There were also jokes made (not by me!) about the Tomb of Whores. Apparently, I don’t enunciate as clearly as Paul Harvey.

The evening was pretty much free. I think I planned to find a pick-up game, but ended up socializing instead.

Day 3 – Day three was Numenera day. I ran two events set in Monte Cook Games’s Cypher System Numenera setting and was grateful to have one player in both games who was familiar with the system. Not that I was completely inexperienced, but it had been a few months since I tested the adventures and when you bounce back and forth between wildly different systems, it can be difficult to keep things straight. Both games went well. “The Wailing Sore” got high marks for being really weird, but I think “Locks of the World” was better paced, even though I missed giving out the key clue to unraveling the mystery. I’m not sure how that happened; I must’ve given my play-test group a bit of information I didn’t have written down in my notes.

Still, the games went well, despite both being the games for which I had no-shows. There were plenty of walk-ons (or as one gamer described himself, squatters) for the first game, so I ran a full table. The second game had two empty seats when we started, but Numenera is a flexible enough system that being short two players didn’t matter.

I’m fairly certain I planned to run a pick-up game in the evening, but instead we had dinner with some friends, then called it a night.

Day 4 – I hit the Dealer Hall once last time before they closed, because someone at Goodman Games came up with these scratch-off Adventures and if you “won” 1000 GP of treasure, they’d give you a $10 gift certificate at their booth and I won! Well, I bought enough cards to earn enough loot (really, it was $5 of cards for $10 off, so I still came out ahead). Whoever designed these crack card is a freakin’ GENIUS. If they have them at Gen Con, BEWARE. Your wallet will cry DOOM. DOOOOOOM. They’re fun though!

I only had one game: a Dungeon Crawl Classics play-test. My dice, once again, decided rolling well was not as fun as being horrible to me. My first three rolls were (in order, 3, 1, and 1. I did roll a 20… at the worst possible time when I wanted a low result. So yay.

Still, the game was fun and during the short break, I ran into the Geekpreacher (who is a good friend). Running into him isn’t all that unusual, but he told me how he got into a bidding war with Tim Kask over my fantasy novels at the Gary Con auction. Mr. Kask was interested in them, but Geekpreacher knew his birthday was coming up, so he out-bid him, then after encountering me in the hallway, had me present them to Mr. Kask during his video panel. It was quite a thrill to be introduced as the author of books one of the Old Guard was interested in and be able to present them to him as a birthday gift. I hope Mr. Kask enjoys my books.

There was one other game on Day 4, but it was an invitation-only off-grid game. Bob Brinkman ran a continuation of his Mountain Monsters-inspired Call of Cthulhu game. For those of you not in the know, Mountain Monsters is a “reality” TV show on Destination America. It’s basically Finding Bigfoot (or insert crytid of your choice here) when a team of West Virginia hillbilly hunters. The show is just as over-dramatic and silly as you’d expect, but is surprisingly good fodder for Call of Cthulhu. We closed out the con with this 8pm – midnight game and it was suitably epic. The sad part is I hear our friends from the UK, Simon Todd, his daughter Bernie, and his business partner Andy will not be able to attend next year. Part 3 won’t be the same without them!

Whether or not it’s related, I saw a spike in sales that day, as well. I put all my books on sale during Gary Con, but I didn’t mention it during my brief appearance in that panel (I did mentioned at other times, especially if the topic came up).

The on-site restaurants were excellent. Of course, it is rated a 4-Diamond Resort by AAA, so quality is to be expected. Not only did I not gain weight, despite feeling like I overindulged (particularly in gelato), I actually lost a pound or two, I think. Tableside service was also excellent. I actually felt like I had options other than fried fat with a side of fried carbs in a fried basket of fried (not that there’s anything wrong with that, but I ceased to be able to eat that for a meal many years ago).

Gary Con was bigger than ever, yet seemed less crowded. Mostly because the venue was much, much larger than previous years’. All the GMs and players I gamed with were excellent, and even the Organized Play, which I poo-poo at Gen Con, was good. It was the best organized and most fun OP I’ve ever experienced at a convention. So, kudos to the organizers for that.

There were a few things to complain about, no con is perfect, but I provided feedback I hope the organizers will find helpful.

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5th Edition Spelljammer – Favors of the Arcane, Session 3

spelljammer logoOnce the repairs to Boccob’s Barge were finished, our heroes were ready to once again get underway. Before they could see out this discworld for Xil-ta, however, they had unfinished business on Abeir-Toril: the delivery of the cargo they were hauling to Shoushan in Kuo Te’Lung.

As they were preparing to make way, two people approached the ship. One was a familiar-looking Nkosi: Ra-Jareez. He asked for a job aboard their ship. It seems his irresponsible behavior inspired his own crew to mutiny and depose him as Captain. The other was Gwen Sallas, who came bearing a note from the leader of the Red Knives.

I owe you thanks. I knew some of my people were doing business on the side, but certain members of my organization took our relationship with certain clients too far. I doubt my organization will ever call itself your ally, but there’s no need for us to be enemies.
Unfortunately, Van Sallas had to be sacrificed. The clients those slavers were serving are uncompromising beings and they demanded reparations for their investments. I wish to anger neither one of them. The Illithid already took Brand as payment. However, I am not heartless. To you, I give Gwen Sallas. She understands her brother’s mistakes required consequences. She would fetch a good price among the Suel or if you wish to deal with the Illithid or Neogi or what-have-you, that’s your business.
I won’t insult you with threats we both know would incentivize you to seek “justice,” but I will suggest that perhaps taverns other than the Black Bull would be more suited to spacefarers of your inclination. There are many fine establishments on the Rock that are just as good, arguably better even, than the Black Bull. I encourage you to avail yourselves of their services instead.
— You Don’t Really Need My Name
Prime Blade of the Red Knives
Boccob's Barge

Boccob’s Barge

Captain Straxius allowed both of them to join the crew, assigning Ra-Jareez to be a cook and telling the Nkosi that he was responsible for teaching Gwen to be a sailor. They shoved off and got underway.

A few hours later, they made their way down through Toril’s atmosphere and landed in the bay near Kuo Te’Lung. They recognized two dragonships of Shou Lung’s spelljammer fleet and docked in their regular berth. Chouxing, Shoushan’s assistant met them as they disembarked from Boccob’s Barge.

She apologized that Shoushan was unable to meet them himself; he fell ill and returned to his home in a nearby village. As a result, she did not have the money with her to pay for the goods they were offloading. Straxius put a stop to the unloading and inquired how long it would take to get the money.

At least a week.

Feeling their timetable with the Arcane was too pressing to hang around in Kuo Te’Lung for a week or more, they got directions to Shoushan’s home in the nearby village of Huaxi. It was about a day’s walk, so they left Rexor and Kagark to watch over the ship and crew and set out immediately.

Oni

The Oni

The lands near the village were verdant, yet marshy. As they drew close, an giant figure stood astride a bridge crossing a deep river surrounding the village. The oni intoned “None shall pass.” A servant of the three sisters, he was tasked with keeping people in and out of the village. After a failed suggestion, the crew of Boccob’s Barge attacked.

Despite the Oni’s ability to fly, they brought the beast down without too much trouble and proceeded into the village. The amazed villagers directed them to Shoushan’s estate where they found the old man bed-ridden.

He apologized for his illness. When Flint offered aid, the old man rebuffed the dwarf, revealing stone legs. Shoushan had been cursed by the three sisters and village priest’s efforts to remove the curse succeeded only in delaying its progress.

Long ago, Shoushan made a bargain with a  hag. He gained the influence he currently enjoyed and was to provide the hag with a child in return. Unfortunately, he believed the hag want him to sire her child. In fact, she wanted a child from the village for herself and her sisters. Shoushan refused and was cursed by the hags.

As he wrapped up his tale, they noticed an odd pendant around the neck of one of the servants: an eye watching them. Straxius suggested she come over and tell them about her master and the pendant. The girl was loyal to Shoushan, however, and told Straxius the hags forced her to wear their eye so they could watch her master’s deterioration. Straxius put the eye out.

They then debated how to deal with the hags. Shoushan encouraged them to leave him to his fate; he was paying the price for his greed and they had no obligation to involve themselves. The ideal solution was to attack their lair while they were blinded from the loss of their eye, but no one in the village knew where they hags were. The crew decided to make a show of taking their money and abandoning the village to their fate, then set up an ambush when the hags arrived to seek retribution.

Shoushan's Village

Shoushan’s Village

Using the Sending Stones, Straxius contacted Rexor on Boccob’s Barge to have him seek out the local lord and get military backup for the hag’s inevitable attack. After a fitful, night they received another message from Rexor. At Palace. Hag’s servants here with Daimyo. Village safe return immediately for negotiations.

The hags wanted a child or Shoushan, not the village. The local daimyo felt the old man deserved his fate and assured the crew their trading would still be welcome. Straxius offered to let Flint, Veya, Zinniana, and Kagark off since they were back on Toril, but with the devastation evident on the Sword Coast from the return of Tiamat, they chose to remain with Boccob’s Barge. The crew took their money and left Shoushan to his fate, heading out into Wildspace….

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5th Edition Spelljammer – Favors of the Arcane – Session 2

The next morning, Xil-ta arrived at Boccob’s Barge just as the crew woke from their sleep. He inspected the helm and revised his estimate of the repair time down to just three days. Of course, that did not mean it would be less expensive, much to Sumner Redhorn’s disappointment.

As they discussed the repairs with the Arcane, First Mate Rexor reported that several of the crew did not show up during roll call: Bo’sun Zorag, Kagark, Corva, and Pallas. In the meantime, Xil-ta reported to Captain Straxius that he needed to return to his shop to retrieve some supplies and had his next favor to ask of the crew: travel to a world called Eorôe and retrieve a crystal of ice from there. It was more than simply frozen water, however, as large as a man and they would probably have to deal with the giants on the world in order to retrieve it. Xil-ta didn’t know in which sphere Eorôe was, however; the crew of Boccob’s Barge would have to locate it, and figure out how to keep the crystal intact on their own.

They had a few days to mull over the details, though, because there was a matter of their missing crew. Rexor figured they weren’t deserters, as all their gear was still in their footlockers. Veya, Flint, and Zinni were certain Kagark wouldn’t just abandon them, especially his precious Veya, so they decided to hit the taverns to look for them after Straxius paid a visit to Red Ríognach’s Pleasure Barge.

Red Ríognach was more than just the madam of a brothel; she was one of the Rock of Bral’s premier information brokers. Drunk, oversexed sailors have loose lips, and no one (with the possible exception of Luigi the Beholder) knew more about the Dwarven, Elven, Human, and others’ fleet movements than Red. Her information on Illithid, Neogi, and Beholder fleets were limited however, since the crew of those fleets didn’t frequent her brothel.

When they entered The Pleasure Barge, they were greeted by Red’s major domo, Murray, the Demonic Talking Skull. After his usual tirade of bluster and regret (“There’s so much tasty here and I have no lips and no arms!”), he got down to determining if they were punters or dark seekers. After sussing out “dark seeker” referred to a client of Red’s seeking information, they were permitted to pass through to see Red.

Information she didn’t have was as good as gold to Red, so she accepted Straxius’s account of the Mind Flayer-Beholder battle at the edge of Realmspace in exchange for the location of Eorôe. It was in a sphere called Patria, approximately fifty-eight days away at standard cruising speed through the Flow currents (Radiant Flow à Arcane Inner Flow à Casa Flow. Due to the direction of the currents, the return trip would be about five days shorter.

Their first stop after the Pleasure Barge was the Rock Rat Tavern. After buying a round of drinks, especially for the giff from the HMS Mandragora who were looking for a fight, the crew determined that Kagark and Zorag were drinking there the night before, and overindulged. They were dumped in a couple of rooms upstairs, but were gone when the barkeep kicked all the hungover drunks out in the morning.

The crew decided to split up to cover the remained taverns the ship’s crew commonly frequented. As they did so, Straxius and Sumner noticed someone follow them out of the Rock Rat Tavern. Straxius cast a quick suggestion spell and lured their tail over. Thanks to the enchantment, he revealed he was Van Sallus, a former member of the Red Knives who overheard the crew of Boccob’s Barge inquiring about their missing crewmates. He said he, too, was looking for a missing friend: his sister, Gwen. He believed they were all abducted by the Red Knives, a group of thieves and thugs he left when he found out they were diversifying into selling slaves to vampires for food. Furthermore, he told them the Red Knives main headquarters was under The Red Bull Tavern; the tavern was just a front.

Straxius recalled Flint, Veya, and Zinni as Van explained that going in through the front was a bad idea and he knew of a back entrance that lead directly to the holding area where any prisoners would be. He led them to a decrepit, abandoned church in the Middle City called the Church of Tenebrous. An aura of unease surrounded the building and it was only through sheer force of willpower that they were able to proceed into the building.

The Church of Tenebrous was dusty, full of cobwebs, and falling apart. Plaster fell from the ceiling in chunks as they made their way through the pews and flickers of apparitions appeared in the periphery of their vision as otherworldly moans filled the air. They pressed on, eventually finding the door that lead to the crypt, just as Van Sallas described.

They followed the stairs down, down into the crypt. Flickering scones lit the chamber in dim yellow light as they picked their way through the resting places of the dead. Rats scattered underfoot. Eventually, they reached a dead end where they found the secret door Van Sallus described. It opened into a portion of the Rock of Bral’s sewer system. Following his instructions to stick to the level path, they waded through the muck to another dead end.

2016-02-12 23.32.57Another secret door and a quick passage through rock and they found a wooden door. Beyond that: a small living area. They heard voices coming from a chamber nearby and, after verifying no one else was in the living chambers, they burst in on the meeting.

Five ghouls, three Red Knives, and a Mind Flayer were gathered around an oubliette discussing prices. Veya charged in after hearing Kagark’s voice from the depths of the oubliette and the battle was joined. The illithid immediately began casting a spell that was interrupted by a counterspell from Straxius and the three Red Knives laid into Veya, wounding the barbarian woman severely. Flint turned the ghouls with the power of Sune.

The illithid opened a portal and stepped through, leaving the ghouls and Red Knives to the crew of Boccob’s Barge. One of the ghouls was unaffected by Sune’s power and paralyzed Flint. Straxius cast a suggestion at one of the Red Knives, convincing him the battle was won and he should celebrate at The Laughing Beholder. The remaining ghoul and two Red Knives were slain and when Flint recovered, he herded the cowering ghouls to the back bedroom where they were locked in.

The crew helped the half-dozen prisoners out of the oubliette. Kagark, the three missing crewmembers, Gwen, and one other were all there and greatly relieved. So too relieved, were the dead Red Knives, of their possessions, that is, among them a magical marble elephant (a figurine of wondrous power), a wand (a wand of binding), and clockwork-embellished short sword (a giant slayer). They also found invoices proving the Red Knives were dealing in slaves and planned to frame the Jugglers for it. Straxius turned the papers over to the town guard who indicated they would follow up with them at their ship tomorrow.

D&D Minis, Dwarven Forge, Itar's Workshop accessories & My Own Painted Minis make for a killer combo!

D&D Minis, Dwarven Forge, Itar’s Workshop accessories & My Own Painted Minis make for a killer combo!

They returned to The Laughing Beholder, intent on dealing with the Red Knife they sent there, only to discovered he never arrived. A mystery for another time….

A bit of investigation and a bit of combat made of a rousing second session. Either I’m more into the game right now than I’ve been in a long time, or running my own material is much easier now than it was a couple of years ago. It’s possible 5E’s ease of preparation is making it better for me than Pathfinder was, even though I was running an Adventure Path. The fact that I don’t have to read, read, learn, and read someone else’s material is possibly another factor. I just flat-out told everyone I intended to be more generous with the magic items than Hoard of the Dragon Queen was. I think part of that is I love the quirk tables included in 5E for magic items; I plan to expand them.

While writing up this synopsis, I discovered I printed out the wrong version of the Flow map to put under the plexiglass on my table. Oops. Oh well, it’s accurate enough for now until I get around to sending the proper version to Staples. The next session should see the crew getting back into Wildspace… unless they get distracted by the Rock of Bral some more….

As an aside, I did seriously consider calling the campaign “Brain Eaters and Beholders.” “Favors of the Arcane” is a little more sophisticated, I think.

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5th Edition Spelljammer – Favors of the Arcane – Session 1

Last night we kicked off a new D&D 5th edition campaign! In our last campaign, two characters died during Hoard of the Dragon Queen and the other players conceded defeat. Defeat is not death, however, even when one is looking down the maw of a hungry, angry dragon.

The sad thing is, I still don’t have a name for this campaign. When I finally think of a cool and fitting one, I’ll edited the title of this post to reflect it. Until then, it is the Generic Game of General Greatness! 4Gs are 4x the G-rated of 1 G! (Yeah, that means absolutely nothing to me, too.)

The action started with Zinniana Namfoodle, Veya Knockrot, Flint Rockbottom, and Kagark:

Blood sprays in a crimson fountain as the great white dragon tears into Broken Sky. With a swiftness belying its size, the beast snatches up Tobin, ripping into him with aplomb, its dagger-like teeth piercing the bag of holding in the bard’s pack…

 

With an unearthly wail, its head stretches and distorts as it is pulled into the forming rift. The magical effect is unlike anything you have ever seen or heard of. You scramble to gain purchase on the slick ice to no avail. The dragon’s bones crack and shatter as it is forced to pass through an opening far too small for its gargantuan bulk. Blood and gore spray in all directions as cosmic forces rend flesh and organs. Yet, the pull is too great, despite the terrible things hurling themselves at you.

 

The stark blue-white of the icy citadel vanishes as you disappear through the rift. Darkness surrounds you, yet you know you are not dead. The dead don’t feel the pain of their most recent battle, and all your wounds still ache.

 

tyrantshipIn the distance, you see what looks like a blurry rock in the void. It moves closer and you see that, not only is it the size of a city, it is hollow with odd protuberances and what look like glowing eyes on rocky stalks. The glow fades and the object turns, then speeds away from you.

 

Your senses dull and the pain fades. Curiously, you feel neither hunger nor thirst, nor do you perceive anything. In time, hours, days, weeks, who knows… everything fades until you are left with nothing but a vague sense of existing.

 

Time ceases to have meaning as you tumble through the void. You stray out of thought and time. Every moment is as long as a life age of the world. Color returns to your sight: a kaleidoscope of rainbows. You become aware of it dimly, unable to determine when exactly you crossed the threshold. Light suffuses that which was once dark. Sticky threads diffuse your sight and bind your arms and legs. You’re jostled and feel a sharp pain in your side. Then, the threads are torn away.

 

You squint against the blinding light. The air is filled with odors and sounds you forgot existed. Eyes that lay unused for weeks? Months? Years? You have no way of knowing how long it has been since you last saw anything, but slowly, the light dims and the world comes into focus.

 

A worn and well-lined face stares down at you as grubby hands pat your pockets. It is a bearded man who has seen too much life and too little luxury. He backpedals at your sudden intake of air. Your lungs fill again for what seems like the first time in centuries, though for all you know, it could be mere hours since your battle on the citadel.

 

Blimey! They’re still alive! Captain! Captain! Those floaters we found are still alive!”

 

Boccob's Barge

Boccob’s Barge

The four survivors were pulled from the Flow by the crew of what they soon learned was Boccob’s Barge. All around, they could see a rainbow of colors surrounding the ship. The navigator, a human wizard named Straxius explained to them that they had been found wrapped in cocoons of astral spiders in the phlogiston. He and a minotaur warlock, Sumner Redhorn helped secure them aboard the ship while the rest of the crew gathered up the silk from the cocoons and prepared to make way again.

 

Over the next week, they became acquainted with Boccob’s Barge her crew, and her captain, a half-elf named Fallar Goldeneye. They learned about the Crystal Spheres and the Phlogiston, and how fire was the bane of all Spelljammers in the Flow. Captain Goldeneye offered to drop off the survivors on Toril, since they were headed that way anyway with a load of cargo from Krynn.

 

They arrived at Realmspace and one of the ship’s wizards opened the portal through which Boccob’s Barge passed out of the Flow and into Wildspace. Short after receiving a quick lesson on the nature of Crystal Spheres, the lookout rang the alarm bell. A ship was bearing down on Boccob’s Barge!

 

Tyrantship2

One of many Tyrant ship variants

It was quickly identified as a Tyrant ship and Captain Goldeneye panicked. Despite sounding battle stations and giving the order to flee, the Tyrant ship fired its primary weapon. The first beam took out the part of the main deck upon which Captain Goldeneye was standing. The next cut through the hull, halving the helmsman and damaging the helm. Before the ship could get off a third shot, two Nautiloids engaged the Tyrant ship and they sped past, leaving the wounded Hammership to limp its way to Toril.

 

Several of the crew were killed and the First Officer was incapacitated. Straxius took charge. The ship’s Carpenter reported that the damage to the helm was too great to risk making port on a planet; they needed to put in to the Rock of Bral for repairs. Fortunately, it was on the way.

 

A Nautiloid

A Nautiloid

Once they arrived at the Rock of Bral, they docked and Straxius took Sumner and the survivors to talk to their employer, Herzog Steelarm. They went to The Laughing Beholder, a tavern frequented by Herzog and run by the only friendly beholder in known space, Luigi. Herzog was sympathetic to the loss of Captain Goldeneye and assured them he would notify their clients on Shou Lung that the delivery was unavoidably delayed.

 

After dealing with official business, they sought out Xil-ta, the Arcane, one of the few beings on the Rock of Bral capable of repairing a Helm. After convincing his assistant, the Rastipede, Jerry, their need was true, the Arcane made his appearance to negotiate with them. His price was high, but not unexpectedly so: 45,000 gold for the repair. Naturally, the crew didn’t have that kind of money, even with the funds in Boccob’s Barge’s strongbox. Xil-ta indicated he would trade favors for money.

 

Straxius didn’t feel he was empowered to make any such deals, since he was not Captain of the ship, nor was he the owner. In fact, with Fallar Goldeneye dead, they didn’t know who the owner was.

 

To the Hall of Records!

 

At the Hall of Records, they learned Fallar’s next-of-kin was his brother, Rylael. They found him in an opulent townhouse in Middletown. He seemed more put out by the news of his identical twin brother’s death than upset and informed Straxius he and his brother were connected, so he already knew about it for over a week now. He wanted nothing to do with the day-to-day operation of the ship and told Straxius he was now Captain and in exchange for doing nothing, he would take 5%. If the crew needed him involved in any of the decisions regarding the ship or its business, he wanted a larger cut.

 

Straxius and the crew agreed quickly that these terms were acceptable and left Rylael to his wine. They returned to Xil-ta and made a deal with him. His first task for them was simple: collect an outstanding debt from Ra-Jareez, captain of the Sugar Moon, a Tradesman out of Midgard crewed by Nkosi.

 

Nkosi

Typical Nkosi Sailors

They decided to attempt a stealthy approach first and used invisibility and silence on Zinniana, giving her instructions to go straight for the Captain’s quarters and avoid the crew. Though the First mate of the Sugar Moon seemed to smell her passing, with no visual or audio confirmation of his suspicions, he went back to work directing the crew as they loaded and unloaded cargo. She found a trapped and locked chest in the Captain’s quarters, but nothing resembling a pouch with the money Captain Ra-Jareez owed Xil-ta. She returned to her compatriots and they finally decided to speak to the First Mate.

 

His name was Chezan and he was annoyed that his Captain had gone to a tavern while the rest of the crew worked. First mate Chezan was more than happy to tell the crew of Boccob’s Barge that if the captain had sufficient funds to pay Xil-ta, he took them with him. Unfortunately, he couldn’t remember the name of the tavern Captain Ra-Jareez went to, either the Black Bull or the Red Bull.

 

Straxius knew the Black Bull had a reputation for being a haven for assassins and violent thugs, whereas the Red Bull didn’t have much of a reputation at all. They decided to investigate the Red Bull first. The barkeep confirmed that Ra-Jareez was a patron, but he was already passed out drunk and they hauled him upstairs to sleep it off. Straxius kept the barkeep distracted while Zinniana slipped away to find Ra-Jareez. She found him sleeping with a pack at his feet. The gnome purloined the pack after discovering it was apparently magical and found a sack of coins within. They left a note with the barkeep for Ra-Jareez to read when he awoke.

 

They made their way back to Xil-ta’s shop, but by now, the Arcane was gone. Straxius counted out the money they found in Ra-Jareez’s pack and explained it was all the Nkosi captain had. Jerry thanked them and agreed it would be Ra-Jareez’s responsibility to retrieve his haversack and the rest of the belongings within.

 

Jerry told them Xil-ta would be back in the morning and bade them goodnight. They returned to the ship to rest and wondered what errand the Arcane would send them on in the morning….

A lot of role-playing happened and I think everyone got a good introduction to the setting. Fittingly, the players with the surviving PCs from Hoard of the Dragon Queen were all pretty much unfamiliar with Spelljammer and its tropes and the players whose characters were crew of Boccob’s Barge were familiar with it. We didn’t plan it that way, it’s just the way it worked out. Serendipitous, eh?

A crunch-light session was an excellent way to ease back into D&D after several months of play other systems.

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