Castle Whiterock game log 9 November 2020: Half-a-ton of garbage, with implements of destruction

Who are these yahoos?

Ibizaber (aka Zaber) the Clever, Gorgeous, and Besotted, most beloved person in Cillamar
Garreth, strongest person in all Cillamar
Polly Daze, the incredibly cute deadly archer
Stonemaul, a dwarven cleric of Danethar
Korlos, tea-sipping wizard

So, what havoc did they wreck?

Back at town, Polly brings some orichalcum to Urgus to get him to make her a long knife. Garreth also goes to Urgus, bringing Scalemar, and Urgus enchants it with Penetrating Weapon. There, Garreth finds that Urgus has a fine dwarven epic plate suit of weightlessness in stock. This is where I come in; he has to borrow money from me to buy it. Gladly, G; what else am I doing with it now that we have a limitless tab for booze?

At one of the stalls in the market, I think the same day, I buy a heavy composite crossbow and 100 doses of monster drool, and pour it over the crossbow bolts. Garreth has to crank the crossbow for me. It's big.

So, after a week of fun, I find myself again at the Slumbering Drake. I have a few drinks and dance with Polly, smashed on hard carrot juice, and then she tries to get Ixnay drunk off that juice. She has to be more sauced than I am, since nobody but she gets drunk off that stuff, and Ixnay sips it like he's drinking water. It's a great time, and I don't remember much after that.

So then I awake from a massive thud which just makes my hangover worse. I go outside, and there is a glowing dead whale on the ground, and everyone is gawking.

Is anyone dead? No? Then we have a fish fry. Problem solved other than the right wine to serve, and that will take two minutes.

Instead of this logic, a priest of Danethar shows up and starts debating how to properly handle the body. Korlos comes out and says that he thinks it is here because of summoning in Demonhold gone awry. The priest says that we need to go to Demonhold. No! Fish fry! And stop telling me that it really isn't a fish because I don't care!

OK, then. At least the priest blesses my knife.

We fly back down into the dungeon and go down a shaft, chatting all the while about hangovers. Garreth says he hasn't gotten a hangover since he was eight. I wish I had a good come back to that other than when he was eight, he was my size. Anyways, when we get to the bottom of the shaft, we smell then see an otyugh standing before a magic altar. 

We hold in our lunch from the smell, and I get out my crossbow and start aiming. Garreth meditates to get his internal Great Haste. (If I stop having hangovers, can I get that?) Korlos casts Great Haste on Stonemaul. I have a bead on one of its eyes. We're ready.

I shoot the otyugh in an eye with a poisoned bolt. Polly likewise shoots the otyugh with three cutting arrows, but they bounce off its skin.

Stonemaul goes screams for the might of his god, then slams the otyugh, using his Rune of Protection to soak the slam damage. As the otyugh still stands, Stonemaul starts chopping it. Garreth rushes up to do the same. 

The otyugh throws a dead giant wasp at me, but I get out of the way, Then it lashes at Garreth and Stonemaul with two tentacles each, but they parry and block the bad touch. It then tries to bite Garreth, but he gets out of the way. 

I draw my knife and get nearer. Korlos casts Mass Daze on the otyugh, but it shrugs it off. Stonemaul and Garreth keep chopping at the otyugh.

Thge otyugh again lashes at Garreth and Stonemaul with two tentacles each. Garreth parries, as does Stonemaul, and the otyugh stumbles after its tentacle hits Stonemaul's shield. The otyugh tries to hit Polly and me each with a tentacle, but we get out of the way.

I call the otyugh a "trash compactor," but it doesn't understand me, which is just as well since it wasn't my best barb. Korlos casts Grease under the otyugh. Stonemaul and Garreth again chop at the otyugh, this time killing it.

I cut open the otyugh, finding nothing useful. I go up to the alcove and try to shove open the top of the well, but cannot.

Unable to open the well, I look around the much of the floor and funds coins, quartzes, and a magical long knife.

Korlos looks at the altar and tries reading the runes, but the are in an unknown tongue. So, he finds a scroll of Gift of Letters in his belongings, and casts that, and then reads the runes: "If you gaze into darkness, it gazes back."

Garreth takes the everburning torches off the altar. When he takes the second one, the well opens.

Other stuff

I have two other game logs to write up for my own game. How do I get extra points for my own game? That's a good question and I'd like to know the answer.

I think we're done with the folks coming out of nowhere. We might have others join us this week, but they should be playing characters that started out back at town and whom we've met before.

Castle Whiterock game log 26 October 2020: Flying back

Anyways, just when I think I was coming down from whatever got me super high, I see even more faces. Thrognar is back; I must have missed him. Next is this dark-skinned dwarf with an axe. I'm going to dub him "Vok" because I'm too messed up to come up with more. Last is this man with a staff and his hair in a tail. I'm calling him "Korlos." Two syllables. He's saying something about tea and books.

Yeah, I think tea will help with the hangover.

I say to nobody, "I remember the half-orc … the others must be new hallucinations."

Stonemaul asks me, "You … spend a lot of time in altered states?"

I say back, "Doesn't everyone?" Because I don't know how they don't get wasted every night.

Anyways, we start to fly down deeper, and it gets hotter and stinkier as we go down. There's big clump growing out of a cavern wall, a big clump of what looks like waste, trash, and bodies, all in an appetizing yellow mucus. There's a hum coming from within it.

So of course I get nearer.

And of course there are more bugs.

For some reason, everyone but Garreth and I starts babbling about the bugs, and about talking to bugs. Garreth gets nearer and kills a bug. Stonemaul calls forth some godly might, so I know he's now ready to kill, and smashes his shield into one of the wasps, killing it. I, of course, fly more carefully towards the mucus than the others. Thrognar sees something down a hallway. Polly peppers a bug with arrows, killing it.

The bugs spit snot at us. Korlos gets out of the way of one, while Garreth dodges four big boogers. The queen bug flaps her wings and lets out what I can only call a nasty fart. Vok gets out of the way, but the blast pushes Polly into a wall. Luckily, Stonemaul casts Rune of Protection on Polly, so she's alright. I hear Korlos casting a spell, after which he whooshes forward.

Stonemaul next turns a bug into puree, and his follow-through smashes open a wall. I do a flyby on another bug and stick my knife in its eye. Thrognar yells to his god, whichever one that is. Polly kills another bug with arrows, and Garreth pounds on yet another bug. Vok dices up a bug with his sword.

The bugs come nearer, other than the queen, who keeps flapping her wings. One tries to bite Garreth, but he gets out of the way.  Another tries to bite me, but bites air. Korlos casts Great Haste on Stonemaul; apparently he cast that spell on himself before because otherwise I don't know why he's so fast. This is good, and lets Stonemaul dice up the queen. I get the last bug in the eye, as always.

We are tired. I find the weak spots in the walls, and Thrognar smashes them, getting the treasure, and we all fly back to town.

On the way, I ask Korlos what he meant by the tea and books stuff, and try to clear up what he cast. He says, "I was sitting in the library, near the fire, at the colleges, sipping my tea and enjoying a good book in the company of other scholars when gradually I was pulled to another place.

"I found myself in an unpleasant cavern in the presence of others I had never beheld before. There was some continuous insectoid noise not far off and presently giant insects attacked those assembled hominid bipeds.

"Seeing them as my natural allies I lent aid with my magic to one who seemed particularly capable, I similarly magically enhanced myself that I might avoid being damaged by these unfortunate insects who appeared simply to be defending their home from we sapient interlopers. The giant wasps were no match for we warm-blooded hive-invaders and were slain, treasure found and collected."