Stained Glass - Varga - 25/05/21
May 27, 2021 18:46:43 GMT
Jamie J, Oziah Daybreaker, and 2 more like this
Post by Varga on May 27, 2021 18:46:43 GMT
The Adventure of a Spa Day,
In which there is no gardener, firbolgs go for a swim (and explode), and a half-orc gets a facial.
Flourished Hook - fancy place. Got that cocktail I tried in Music realm. Met Velania, Celina and Kelne again. Velania was just back from launching a ship of sorts. Probably gave it her blessing or something. Wasn't listening. Another Aasimar and a gnome joined us. Whatever.
There was a merchant who needed our help. His glass shipment disappeared near the resort close by, so he sent another shipment and hired three dwarves for escort. Very stupid. I used to raid dwarf caravans all the time back in Faerun – it's very easy. The merchant said they haven't returned for four days. Well, they were clearly dead.
It was clearly a mystery, but I wasn't in the mood to go looking for the gardener who did it. I still felt down after losing the arm-wrestling match to Stanley. Needed to relax. Heard people in Port Ffirst saying you need to go the spa to relax. It's a place where they put oil on you, give you massage and facial. Decided to try it.
We went along the sea shore, there was bound to be spa around. And a seashell-selling lady, so I heard. All went as usual at first – followed the road between the sea and the forest, found two dead dwarves, a random woman - very dead, a dead horse and a fancily dead firbolg. There was a gap in the forest shrubbery, vagon-shaped, with four firbolg-shaped gaps next to it. Either a very good gardener did it, or they took the whole shipment into the woods. Followed tracks. Found another man dead in a tree. He had a couple dozen crossbow bolts in him. Ghastly. Who was wasting ammunition like that?
Found a cave entrance. The other Aasimar, Oziah, rode a nice-looking horse all the way there. The horse was black, had demon wings and a beak. She refused to dismount to enter a cave. Bold. Mounted combat in an enclosed space puts one at a disadvantage. I respect her.
The cave inside was all glittery cause of glass on the floor. I guess that could do as a spa. Celina sneaked ahead. Very reckless. What if the firbolgs jumped her and she'd kill them all on her own? We wouldn't be friends after that.
She messaged Kelne to get help for some crazy people. The day was looking up. We went further into the cave. Glass on the floor is a nice foot massage. Very relaxing.
Firbolgs had a camp in one of the side passages. Decided to intimidate them into surrendering. I ran into their camp. Oziah's horse trotted after, followed by Velania, Kelne, and Celina. The gnome, Cam, joined us the last, and exploded one of the firbolgs. Great intimidation technique, I like her.
The firbolgs were not intimidated. Either brave or stupid. We had them surrounded: there were six of us and only eight of them.
Oziah rode in on her horse and killed one firbolg. I didn’t see how she did it, the horse must have pecked him. It's a great horse. I think he's called Deimos. Really useful.
Two firbolgs ran towards me, but Celina threw a vial of oil on the ground and they slipped, ended up swimming in oil. I heard oil masks are good for your health. I killed one of them right away, so it must be false. Kelne and Velania shot guiding bolts at two other firbolgs. Guided them very far – they left dust silhouettes on the wall and did not come back. Oziah got one on her sword like a kebab. The whole room was covered with blood and ash of our fallen enemies. Such a great day. I just felt Gruumsh rejoice.
Savored the feeling. Went to the last firbolg, held his head with my axes to get information. He said they were working for the dragon. The dragon was made of glass and liked to hoard glass. I thought it was a bit narcissistic. Also, weird - no gardener.
Decided to feed the firbolg to the dragon and see what happens. Went deeper into the cave. There was a large room, all covered with broken glass. A dragon, as little as a horse, jumped us and spewed glass at me. They say exfoliation is pleasant. Dunno, I think it smarms a bit too much. The firbolg probably didn't like it either. He died.
Oziah rode towards the dragon on her galloping steed, and told it in a steely voice: "We can help you. Or we can kill you. It's your choice". Kelne conjured daggers to spin at the dragon like a deadly carrousel. Velania cast a protective shield on Oziah, covering her in shimmering moonlight. Camwyna shot it with the same spell she used to explode a firbolg, while Celina disappeared into the shadows to surprise the dragon with her attack. I threw the dead firbolg aside and threw my axes at the dragon, embedding one of them deep into its glassy flesh.
Briefly thought I should tell Faust about this when I meet him next. This is how you properly follow battle etiquette. Makes such a difference to the room! Also makes for a great spa day.
The dragon flew into the air, then tried to kill itself by diving into the floor. It failed – there was a large hole and we all almost got dragged into it by the moving glass. There was another room below us, and the dragon tried to escape. Velania and Oziah flew down, Cam jumped down, Kelne flopped down, and Celina decided to stay and stand guard.
I took out my great axe and jumped down. Velania was pointing behind me, so I thought there might be something interesting there. There was a dragon. I hit it with my great axe, getting a big chunk out of it. Also got my handaxe back. Then the dragon tried to kill itself again by attacking me. It almost succeeded. Its arm hit me and broke, showering me with small glass shards.
Best spa day ever.
The dragon tried to escape. Oziah galloped after it, jumped of her horse in mid-air and cut the dragon's head off. We caught up with her and searched the dragon for loot. Looked like a blue dragon, but made out of glass. So, definitely no gardeners. Strange. Maybe in some mysteries, the gardener didn't do it, and instead the glassblower did it?
I picked up its head for a trophy. Kind of a shame the dragon was so small. Maybe Faust is onto something after all. Decided not to tell him after all. He'd just be upset. Gave the glass dragon head to the Fishhook owner for a couple rounds of drinks when we came back to the town. Just what you need at the end of a spa day with the girls. Over drinks, asked Oziah how she got her steed. Pets are cool, maybe I'll get one someday.
In which there is no gardener, firbolgs go for a swim (and explode), and a half-orc gets a facial.
Flourished Hook - fancy place. Got that cocktail I tried in Music realm. Met Velania, Celina and Kelne again. Velania was just back from launching a ship of sorts. Probably gave it her blessing or something. Wasn't listening. Another Aasimar and a gnome joined us. Whatever.
There was a merchant who needed our help. His glass shipment disappeared near the resort close by, so he sent another shipment and hired three dwarves for escort. Very stupid. I used to raid dwarf caravans all the time back in Faerun – it's very easy. The merchant said they haven't returned for four days. Well, they were clearly dead.
It was clearly a mystery, but I wasn't in the mood to go looking for the gardener who did it. I still felt down after losing the arm-wrestling match to Stanley. Needed to relax. Heard people in Port Ffirst saying you need to go the spa to relax. It's a place where they put oil on you, give you massage and facial. Decided to try it.
We went along the sea shore, there was bound to be spa around. And a seashell-selling lady, so I heard. All went as usual at first – followed the road between the sea and the forest, found two dead dwarves, a random woman - very dead, a dead horse and a fancily dead firbolg. There was a gap in the forest shrubbery, vagon-shaped, with four firbolg-shaped gaps next to it. Either a very good gardener did it, or they took the whole shipment into the woods. Followed tracks. Found another man dead in a tree. He had a couple dozen crossbow bolts in him. Ghastly. Who was wasting ammunition like that?
Found a cave entrance. The other Aasimar, Oziah, rode a nice-looking horse all the way there. The horse was black, had demon wings and a beak. She refused to dismount to enter a cave. Bold. Mounted combat in an enclosed space puts one at a disadvantage. I respect her.
The cave inside was all glittery cause of glass on the floor. I guess that could do as a spa. Celina sneaked ahead. Very reckless. What if the firbolgs jumped her and she'd kill them all on her own? We wouldn't be friends after that.
She messaged Kelne to get help for some crazy people. The day was looking up. We went further into the cave. Glass on the floor is a nice foot massage. Very relaxing.
Firbolgs had a camp in one of the side passages. Decided to intimidate them into surrendering. I ran into their camp. Oziah's horse trotted after, followed by Velania, Kelne, and Celina. The gnome, Cam, joined us the last, and exploded one of the firbolgs. Great intimidation technique, I like her.
The firbolgs were not intimidated. Either brave or stupid. We had them surrounded: there were six of us and only eight of them.
Oziah rode in on her horse and killed one firbolg. I didn’t see how she did it, the horse must have pecked him. It's a great horse. I think he's called Deimos. Really useful.
Two firbolgs ran towards me, but Celina threw a vial of oil on the ground and they slipped, ended up swimming in oil. I heard oil masks are good for your health. I killed one of them right away, so it must be false. Kelne and Velania shot guiding bolts at two other firbolgs. Guided them very far – they left dust silhouettes on the wall and did not come back. Oziah got one on her sword like a kebab. The whole room was covered with blood and ash of our fallen enemies. Such a great day. I just felt Gruumsh rejoice.
Savored the feeling. Went to the last firbolg, held his head with my axes to get information. He said they were working for the dragon. The dragon was made of glass and liked to hoard glass. I thought it was a bit narcissistic. Also, weird - no gardener.
Decided to feed the firbolg to the dragon and see what happens. Went deeper into the cave. There was a large room, all covered with broken glass. A dragon, as little as a horse, jumped us and spewed glass at me. They say exfoliation is pleasant. Dunno, I think it smarms a bit too much. The firbolg probably didn't like it either. He died.
Oziah rode towards the dragon on her galloping steed, and told it in a steely voice: "We can help you. Or we can kill you. It's your choice". Kelne conjured daggers to spin at the dragon like a deadly carrousel. Velania cast a protective shield on Oziah, covering her in shimmering moonlight. Camwyna shot it with the same spell she used to explode a firbolg, while Celina disappeared into the shadows to surprise the dragon with her attack. I threw the dead firbolg aside and threw my axes at the dragon, embedding one of them deep into its glassy flesh.
Briefly thought I should tell Faust about this when I meet him next. This is how you properly follow battle etiquette. Makes such a difference to the room! Also makes for a great spa day.
The dragon flew into the air, then tried to kill itself by diving into the floor. It failed – there was a large hole and we all almost got dragged into it by the moving glass. There was another room below us, and the dragon tried to escape. Velania and Oziah flew down, Cam jumped down, Kelne flopped down, and Celina decided to stay and stand guard.
I took out my great axe and jumped down. Velania was pointing behind me, so I thought there might be something interesting there. There was a dragon. I hit it with my great axe, getting a big chunk out of it. Also got my handaxe back. Then the dragon tried to kill itself again by attacking me. It almost succeeded. Its arm hit me and broke, showering me with small glass shards.
Best spa day ever.
The dragon tried to escape. Oziah galloped after it, jumped of her horse in mid-air and cut the dragon's head off. We caught up with her and searched the dragon for loot. Looked like a blue dragon, but made out of glass. So, definitely no gardeners. Strange. Maybe in some mysteries, the gardener didn't do it, and instead the glassblower did it?
I picked up its head for a trophy. Kind of a shame the dragon was so small. Maybe Faust is onto something after all. Decided not to tell him after all. He'd just be upset. Gave the glass dragon head to the Fishhook owner for a couple rounds of drinks when we came back to the town. Just what you need at the end of a spa day with the girls. Over drinks, asked Oziah how she got her steed. Pets are cool, maybe I'll get one someday.
