Battle Royale

Posted by on Dec 16, 2016 in General

Battle Royale

The party had just gotten through teaching some forest spiders the meaning of NOPE when they happened upon an idyllic waterfall suspiciously out of place on the edge of the spider’s domain. The raven, their guide to wherever the dragon and its rider were supposedly camped out. landed on an old tree by the edge of the waterfall’s pool. This was apparently the end of the road. 

The pool itself was less that idyllic; there was a green cast to it, and a rolling green haze clung to the surface. As the party investigated, a green dragon exploded out from behind the waterfall and unleashed its poisonous breath, catching a few of the party members in its Cone of Death(tm) before wheeling around and plunging through the waterfall again. 

Following the dragon, the party found themselves in a cavern system that opened into a rather large amphitheater. The dragon was here, clinging to the ceiling and awaiting the party’s entrance. As the group descended into the cavern, other enemies joined the battle: cultists from the north, elves from the south, and ettins from the west. 

The dragon managed to score another hit with its breath weapon while the party tried to thin the heard while also wounding the dragon. The warlock polymorphed into a Tyrannosaurus rex (yes, seriously) and managed to bite a cultist in half. The ettins and the cultists were dealt with, and when sufficiently wounded, the dragon gathered up a cultist who appeared to be the dragon rider and the two plunged into a deep green pool that occupied the back-end of the cavern. With no sense of carrying on the fight, the elves laid down their weapons and surrendered. 

Turns out the elves were collected from various villages as insurance that none of their surviving kin would warn others of their cult’s presence. The party extracted whatever information they could from the elves about the rest of the cavern and allowed them to leave. 

A quick search of most of the caves revealed that the place was now deserted, with it’s occupants either dead, fled, or escaped. A hasty investigation of a finely appointed room earned the ranger an acid trap in the face, while the barbarian managed to dodge a point dart trap by smashing the lock of a chest in the room. 

A secret door behind a tapestry lead to a small prayer room where the party discovered a journal written in elvish. Beyond that, another door was found in the opposite wall, behind which could be heard a low rumbling and a low volume conversation in elvish. 

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Pardon the basic rundown; this was a two session event that happened over three weeks, so the original engagement is kind of fuzzy. 

Galin the elf offered his raven to the party to lead them to the lair of the green dragon and its rider that he had been meeting with. Along the way the party was granted a blessing from a druid in the woods, which the warlock refused. This blessing made the members immune to the dragon’s frightful presence but also covered up their presence from the dragons spies in the wood. Because the warlock did not accept the blessing, the party was exposed to prying eyes, and the dragon was lying in wait just behind the waterfall curtain. 

The module wanted a lot of death to be thrown at the party, but I cut it down for two reasons: first, I didn’t think that so many enemies would result in any kind of fair fight, and second, I didn’t want to have to deal with (no kidding), something like 20-25 NPCs on the combat tracker. As it stood, this event took two sessions, and we’d probably still be in the middle of it had we kept the compliment that the module suggested. 

Some interesting elements from last night’s session, though:

  1. The warlock turning into a T.rex turned out to be a fun party trick, especially when he chomped a cultist in half. 
  2. The bard was advocating that the party get out of the cavern throughout the encounter, and was hanging back for most of the event. At one point she handed her crossbow to the monk, but to return it, he tossed it across the cavern to her. I asked her to roll a DEX saving through, and wouldn’t you know it…she rolled a 1, immediately after we joked “wouldn’t it be hilarious if she fumbled the catch?” As a result, the crossbox fell short of the catch, bounced, and discharged a bolt that hit the ranger. This was the second time the bard had hit the ranger with a projectile.
  3. The barbarian, in full-on rage mode, was scaring the elven prisoners. The warlock, still in T. rex mode, slapped him with his tail and flung him into a wall but then quickly opted to drop the dino-mode and return to his normal tiefling self. Not content to let this slide, the barbarian attempted to tackle the warlock but missed, ending up face-first in the brackish pool of water.