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.
In 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!”
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!
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.
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.
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.