Tuesday, May 19, 2015

Session 5 Recap: Lost Mine of Phandelver

Recap of Session 5 of Lost Mine of Phandelver for Dungeons & Dragons 5th Edition

We have in our group four players. The cast so far:

Baelgor: 3rd Level Human Fighter
Nestor: 3rd Level Wood Elf Cleric
Neurion: 3rd Level Wood Elf Monk
Shank: 3rd Level Forest Gnome Rogue (Played by Chris this session)

Write up by Chris

Session 5 - Venom Fang and an Old Squirrelly Man

The air around them fell silent, hanging thick with an evil presence that none of the hearty adventurers could fully understand. Staying ever alert the party entered the old building to the north quickly scouring the first room for anything of value before cautiously moving in to a room to the west. Upon entering the room the scent of stale beer and mildew filled their noses. Once again, the party searched the room for anything of value finding nothing. Finding no signs of the druid Reidoth, or any other living creature, Baelgor led the way south down the ragged trail towards building that looked well taken care of with a thick metal strapped doors and solid shudders. Peering inside one of the windows, Nestor caught a glimpse of an old man resting on a bed inside. The remainder of the house was very barren besides a lone desk on the north wall. As the party knocked on the door Nestor watched in amazement as the old man quickly jumped out of bed transforming in to a squirrel before disappearing out of sight through a small hole. Quickly the team sprinted to the south catching no sign of the apparent druid.

Hearing the chatters of some squirrels in tree to the south, next to another dilapidated building, Nestor called up in to the trees telling Reidoth he could come down and that he would be safe. The squirrels just stared and chattered angrily back at Nestor as the rest of the party came to explore the area. As the party continued to try coax who they thought was Reidoth down from the branches, eight twig blights sprung in to action against the party. Having new found strength and purpose the group quickly destroyed the creatures with little effort. Not wanting to waste any more time calling to the druid, they headed back to the house the old man had been found in. Walking through the entrance to the house they were surprised to find the old man, once again, resting in a bed.

"Are you Reidoth" asked Neurion, "are you the druid friend of Qeline Alderleaf?" Hearing no response Neurion moved closer to the old man reaching out to shake him. As he got closer the old man raised his arm and in a gruff and short tempered voice asked, "What do you want?'. Once again Neurion asked if he was Reidoth the old man snippily responding, "Yes". "We heard that you might now the whereabouts of Cragmaw Castle and possibly the fate of my good friend Gundren Rockseeker" Baelgor said as he cautiously eyed the old man. "Yea" the old man quickly responded. The four men knowing that they would have to pry information and sensing they only seemed to annoy him quickly set upon him with questions around Cragmaw Castle and it's whereabouts along with any other information around Thundertree that he could share. The old man knowing that these adventurers were not going to leave him be, headed towards a desk drawing a map to the location of Cragmaw Castle and telling them of recent events in Thundertree. "There have been men with black masks and cloaks walking around town to the east and a nasty reptilian creature has setup residence in the old tower ruins to the north east". "I know nothing more than this so leave me be." The party was able to harass the man for more information around this reptilian creature learning its name, Venom Fang, and that it was a young dragon in dragon years but that the druid did not know why it decided to take up residence in the towns tower. Needing time to recoup and meditate the party asked the old man if the house was safe, hoping that he would be rid of them by the morning he assured them it was and they settled down for an uneventful night of cautious sleep and meditation.

Shank awoke the next morning to find the old man in the bed again having seen change in to a squirrel and venturing out the night before. Feeling not quite himself and as if he was being controlled by someone else he quickly set about gathering his supplies and waking the reminder of the sleeping party up. The group set out east from the house, making sure to avoid disturbing the old man, and headed down a path the appeared to lead towards the center of town. Along the way they stumbled upon some very large webbing sensing that danger lurked somewhere close. Nestor pulling a torch from his pack set it ablaze walking towards the webbing blocking the rest of their way. He slowly burned through the webbing while the rest of the party kept watch. As Nestor continued forward, Baelgor and Neurion watched as two large black spiders with fangs dripping with venom emerged, one from the southwest and one from a building to the south.

Before Nestor could react a glob of webbing shot past him striking the trees behind him nearly missing Shank. Shank quickly circled around to the south west working with Baelgor and Neurion to take down one of the creatures. Baelgor swinging his deft blade and Neurion releasing a flurry of kicks and thrusts with his staff bashed the creature to a pulpy mess. Nestor, unable to get through the webbing blocking the path to the other spider, pulled out his bow releasing arrow after arrow hitting everything but the spider itself. Another glob of webbing shot forth from the spider's mouth engulfing Nestor slowing his movement and preventing him from casting any spells. Neurion trying to find a clear path snuck around the side and back of the building only to find his way blocked by more webbing. Shank and Baelgor, finding openings in the webbing to get them close to the creature began a rehearsed dance of attacking and parrying, Shank distracting the creature enough allowing Baelgor to sink his blade deep inside the creatures head.

Clearing out the rest of the webbing they found a body engulfed in webbing, sucked dry of all of its fluids but still equipped. The party deciding to hold off exploring the path and tower to the north while they explored the town hoping to find anything that might help them in their big fight they knew might come soon. Continuing to move through town cautiously the adventurers destroyed two more zombies and explored more ruins finding the lost heirloom Miran's family before finally coming upon another well held together house with barricaded doors. Finding no way to enter the structure, or look inside, Baelgor knocked on one of the doors while the rest of the group stood watch. Baelgor listened as items scraped against the floor inside appearing that what was ever barricading the door was being removed. The door slowly creaked open a black masked figure emerging from within with the door almost closing completely behind him.

"Who are you and what do you want" asked the man. Baelgor replied, "We are adventurers looking for a friend. Who are you?". "I am Favrik, leader of the dragon cult here to serve the mighty dragon Venom Fang and to pay him tribute," replied the man as he slowly removed the mask. Baelgor and Neurion continued to listen to the cultist talk of his role of more cult members coming to Thundertree to pay homage in lard to appease Venom Fang in hopes of becoming a wyrm rider like others in his cult. Not wishing to waste any more time on the cultists, and not knowing what awaited them in surprise behind the doors, Baelgor and Neurion cautiously wished the Favrik good luck and the party headed north from the house hearing the door close behind them and items being slid back in place to barricade it. They looked off to the north west wondering wondering how quickly the dragon would devour the lard and the men that claimed to serve him.

Coming upon yet another aged and weather worn building Nestor entered slowly quickly being surprised by the sight and attacks of six twig blights and yet another green cauliflower looking creature. Nestor once again felt his brain being intruded as a rush of psionic energy swept through his body, paralyzing him in his tracks and sending searing pain through his thoughts. Shank still feeling under the control of something unknown set in to action with his blade dispatching of two blights and helping to distract the others form Nestor. Baelgor with a furry and speed of a skilled solder chopped the cauliflower creature in two while also obliterating one of the blights. Neurion calling upon his skillful staff attacks and powerful strikes dispatched of another blight before watching with somewhat awe and inspiration as Nestor enraged from the loss of control caused by the cauliflower creature, pummeled the last blight in to dust, his knuckles bloodied and his face contorted in rage.

While they took a short rest and healed their wounds, the party debated as to what the next course of action was to be: Should they continue searching the town in hopes of finding out what happened to it, then try and dispatch of the Venom Fang, should they go back and kill the cultists in fear that they attack the adventurers should they take action against Venom Fang, or should they go and find their friend Gundren not knowing what evil awaited them at Cragmaw castle. . .

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