Kiss My Knits!

I missed the last session, but they sent me the log and a map. Apparently our rogue died and we discovered a room which is labeled “water mushring slice” although it might be “mushroom slime.” I can’t quite make out Vaeldriil’s handwriting. All I know is that the rogue got into the shrooms and died. Typical. Anyway, the rogue is stable and we’re all in town now, so I’ll leave aside the mystery of the mushring for now.

As we’re buying equipment in town, we hear from various shopkeepers that the town had been attacked by bugbears. Also, there were some kidnappings, including the Baron’s daughter.

My Dwarf Palin got info at the local bar from a soldier. Rolling a spectacular 2 with a -3 modifier got her to -1 diplomacy. It’s a miracle she didn’t get skewered. Instead she was just insulted. Whew.

We went to Town Hall and met the baron, who asked us to help find his daughter. He describes her as roughly 5′ tall, auburn hair, no striking features and wearing quality clothing. She was taken about 10am, as near as we can tell, from the local bar, where she often went after tutelage from the town Wizard.

Under questioning, the barkeep Sully, who has a shifty look to him, said that she was there but then he didn’t know what happened to her.

All of the preceeding took, like, two hours. Our party is the pokiest party in the history of poky parties. I had to cut out and things continued on. Party members went off to separate corners and our DM Vaschon multitasked in various windows separately with everybody individually. One thing my fellow Dragonrealms GMs will recall is that back in the day, Vaschon could throw an rp event for 100 people and 98 of them would be him. I don’t know how he does it.

Things heated up after I left. The party went downstairs to check out the basement. Meanwhile, our bard, who had been talking to the barmaid (pictured right), disappeared for a while. Eventually the rest of the party heard a scream and went tearing up the stairs. They traced the sounds to a room with a closed door. As Val the Elf prepared to break it down, Torkal the Dwarf thought to try the knob. The door opened.
DM: You see Veracity on top of another female, dressed in poor clothing.
Torkal: Torkal becomes very happy!
Cleric: Dayum.  You go girl.
Val: Val looks at Torkal, then grins.

Sheesh. Anyway. They calm down the girl, who apparently took offense to the strong questioning and then things kind of got out of hand. They’re able to appeal to her better nature and get her not to alert the guards. A healthy bribe helps.

Val consoles the barmaid with, “Are you alright?, I am terribly sorry about my friend here. she is emotional. You understand, being a woman yourself.” At this point in the log all the men hoot in disbelief and delight, and I and the other women make a mental note to kill Val at the earliest opportunity.

After that’s all sorted, everybody troops back downstairs to look at the secret door in the basement again, and the party calls it a night.

DM: Well, the funny thing was, this was supposed to be a 1 night adventure, but we didn’t get to the adventure yet!  
Torkal: You knew we wouldn’t.
Val: yeah, i think thats a common theme with us.

You said it. Come back for the next installment, which is considerably more action packed. Who will be set ablaze? Who will be choked with a silken rope? Who will be pushed down a mine shaft? Tune in and find out!