<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3237093400983417863</id><updated>2009-12-30T16:11:51.627-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beth's D&amp;D Blog</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3237093400983417863/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.bethandorion.com/dnd/blog/'/><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.bethandorion.com/dnd/blog/atom.xml'/><author><name>Duerma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15975144237698623393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>8</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3237093400983417863.post-2589708842638898828</id><published>2009-12-08T16:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T16:11:51.634-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tear of pelor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TPK'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dante'/><title type='text'>The Reincarnation of Dante</title><content type='html'>Bleeding.  Bruised. Dying.  &lt;a href="http://bethandorion.com/dnd/wiki/index.php/Dante"&gt;Dante&lt;/a&gt; struggled as he watched his friends falling around him.  He reached towards consciousness, and failed, falling quickly, too quickly towards death.  He knew the fate that waited for him.  &lt;a href="http://bethandorion.com/dnd/wiki/index.php/The_Raven_Queen"&gt;The Raven Queen&lt;/a&gt; would be wrathful in the face of his opposition to her chosen servants.  As he became more desperate he sought for some other way, if not life, perhaps he could still escape Her.  His mind wandered as his prayers cut through blackness.  Suddenly he could see it, bright as the noon-day sun before him, but perfect light that enlivened rather than blinded.  He scrabbled for it, reaching out for it.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then he saw again.  He was in the &lt;a href="http://bethandorion.com/dnd/wiki/index.php/Tear_of_Pelor"&gt;Pelor's Tear&lt;/a&gt;.  He &lt;i&gt;was &lt;/i&gt;Pelor's Tear.  Watching from its depths as the last of his friends fled the battle or fell from their wounds.  He could do nothing, he was just an orb.  He wept.  As he wept the orb faded from the room, streaking into the astral sea and back to its master.  &lt;a href="http://bethandorion.com/dnd/wiki/index.php/Pelor"&gt;Pelor&lt;/a&gt; received it.  Dante was overawed.  At first he saw a simple man, clothed in a pure, but plain white robe.  As the man looked into his depths, the orb's depths he smiled, and Dante's heart bloomed with light and gratitude for the god before him.  The tear shone with the great light, though it was only a reflection of its maker.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Dante," Pelor said, "You have joined a great host in your merging with the Tear.  But your time of death is not come, you must return and complete your destiny.  The visions &lt;a href="http://bethandorion.com/dnd/wiki/index.php/Ioun"&gt;Ioun&lt;/a&gt; has given you cannot fail now."  With those words Pelor cast the Orb back into the astral sea.  It flew downwards, and as it flew, Dante lived again.  He lived another's life, a life of sacrifice and honor, wielding the orb for light and truth.  That hero also fell wielding the Tear of Pelor, and his soul entered it.  Again and again Dante lived and died and entered the orb, a thousand lives.  Finally he lived a life, strangely familiar.  He lived the life of his Uncle, his mother's brother that had been a wizard.  He had found the Tear of Pelor, and sealed it up against strange visions he had seen all his life, and then bound the magic of with his own blood.  Dying to protect the Tear of Pelor against the next day of its use.  Finally, Dante lived his own life again.  He saw his own memories more clearly.  The visions and dreams of his life played out again in his mind and he knew again that the prophecies he had seen would come to pass.  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then the Tear of Pelor fell to the floor of the sacred chamber of Fate in the great hall of the &lt;a href="http://bethandorion.com/dnd/wiki/index.php/University_of_Jartor"&gt;University&lt;/a&gt; and transformed into a body of light and flesh.  Dante lived again.  A simple tone rang out.  Within a few moments, priests of &lt;a href="http://bethandorion.com/dnd/wiki/index.php/Ioun"&gt;Ioun&lt;/a&gt; filled the chamber ready to welcome the rebirth of a &lt;a href="http://bethandorion.com/dnd/wiki/index.php/Deva"&gt;Deva&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3237093400983417863-2589708842638898828?l=www.bethandorion.com%2Fdnd%2Fblog' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3237093400983417863/posts/default/2589708842638898828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3237093400983417863/posts/default/2589708842638898828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.bethandorion.com/dnd/blog/2009/12/reincarnation-of-dante.html' title='The Reincarnation of Dante'/><author><name>Duerma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15975144237698623393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17360339727105161087'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3237093400983417863.post-1157557047976953275</id><published>2009-11-04T23:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T23:04:39.850-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='index and codex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dragon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shadowfell fortress'/><title type='text'>The Lair of the Purple Dragon</title><content type='html'>This evening, as the adventurers chased the shadow bat that was flying away, then encountered two humans in a twist of the cavern. One was reading a book, and the other was standing guard while a black cat wandered about curiously. After a tense first exchange, they agreed to travel with the company to try to find an exit to the caverns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After some more wandering, they encountered a large underground lake. Igniting a sunrod, they spotted an island with a large treasure chest in the middle of the water. Torrin began running across the water toward it - until a huge purple dragon burst out of the water and bit him! A long, intense battle ensued, with the dragon's psychotropic breath weakening the minds of the adventurers until they turned even on each other. At last, though, the dragon was put down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That didn't mean the chest was free to get into, however. Ooka tried smashing it with her pick and only succeeded in giving herself a fantastic migraine. Codex, one of the swordmages, remembered seeing a trap like this before and deduced that the key to unlocking it was the dragon's claw. Torrin thought he'd try his claws as a substitute, but met the same fate as Ooka. The others ran back to their downed foe, chopped off a claw, and pressed it to the lock. Voila, the chest opened and revealed fabulous prizes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3237093400983417863-1157557047976953275?l=www.bethandorion.com%2Fdnd%2Fblog' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3237093400983417863/posts/default/1157557047976953275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3237093400983417863/posts/default/1157557047976953275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.bethandorion.com/dnd/blog/2009/11/lair-of-purple-dragon.html' title='The Lair of the Purple Dragon'/><author><name>Duerma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15975144237698623393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17360339727105161087'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3237093400983417863.post-237965339811780707</id><published>2009-09-30T23:26:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T08:36:50.068-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cave'/><title type='text'>What happened when the DM was sick</title><content type='html'>So on the path back up to the zombie field, a middle aged woman came running toward the road yelling for help.  She claimed that a cave-in in a mithral mine had trapped her husband and son and they would die without help.  The group cautiously agreed to help her dig them out and jogged the 1/4 mile to the mine opening. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mine shaft went basically straight into the hillside and about 100 yards in, a room opened up and inside was a pile of rubble from the cave in.  As the group moved to help her dig at the rubble, the woman stood and said a magic word which released a stone slab that sealed the entrance to the room.  Sha-Ashar and the 2 dwarves were trapped on the outside as a battle commenced. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The gnome released his illusion revealing his true form and yelled for his pets to attack.  There was a short battle with the gnome arcanist, 2 fey panthers and a spectral panther tearing into the 4 trapped party members.  Soon enough, the fey creatures were all dead. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooka and Torrin attempted to beat through the door, though the going was very slow (1 inch per hour for a hole large enough for Ooka) and they could not hear their allies on the other side except for faint hammering.  They judged the door to be about 4 feet thick.  They found arcane markings on the pillar but no indication of how to raise the stone.  Ooka and Torrin continued to attack the door while Dante and Calth're continued into the tunnel. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dante and Calth're quickly found another cavern where the gnome and his pets had obviously been living.  There was a pool of clear water that caused them to become nervous.  They went back to get their friends and Torrin used his water walking boots and glowing cloak to run across the surface of the pool as bait for anything living in it.  When nothing attacked him, Ooka threw in a sunrod to see how deep it was.  When they saw that there was nothing in the pool but water, she swam down to get her sunrod back and noticed that the water seemed to be seeping in from the bottom of the pool like a natural spring.  They got fresh water and went back to work on the door. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dante and Calth're continued down the path which was a natural split in the rock with a sandy floor.  Eventually, the cave split and they followed the narrower path on a hunch that is might lead to fresh air.  As they walked alone through the dark, they were ambushed by 3 Stirges who did a fair amount of damage before they were eventually squashed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dante noticed that there was a scent of fresh air again and remembered that stirges live in caves, but generally hunt in the forest and suspected there would be an opening above.  He went back and got Ooka who managed to climb up and out of the cave and drop a rope to those below.  After they had climbed out, they traveled down the hill to the mine entrance where they reunited with their friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3237093400983417863-237965339811780707?l=www.bethandorion.com%2Fdnd%2Fblog' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3237093400983417863/posts/default/237965339811780707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3237093400983417863/posts/default/237965339811780707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.bethandorion.com/dnd/blog/2009/09/what-happened-when-dm-was-sick.html' title='What happened when the DM was sick'/><author><name>Duerma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15975144237698623393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17360339727105161087'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3237093400983417863.post-8386242774622413036</id><published>2009-08-12T23:56:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T17:43:36.639-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tear of pelor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shadowfell fortress'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='side quest'/><title type='text'>The Tear of Pelor</title><content type='html'>After emerging from the sewers - and taking long hot showers - the party members reported back to the church of &lt;a href="http://bethandorion.com/dnd/wiki/index.php/Pelor"&gt;Pelor&lt;/a&gt; with &lt;a href="http://bethandorion.com/dnd/wiki/index.php/Soramar%27s_Letter"&gt;Soramar's letter&lt;/a&gt;. The priests were sobered by the news of &lt;a href="http://bethandorion.com/dnd/wiki/index.php/Soramar"&gt;Soramar&lt;/a&gt;'s death, but they were glad that the party had obtained such useful information.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;a href="http://bethandorion.com/dnd/wiki/index.php/Malakai_Cross"&gt;high priest&lt;/a&gt; then wished to speak with the party again. He was concerned about how dangerous this mission was turning out to be before they had even left the city, so he gave them directions to an artifact named the &lt;a href="http://bethandorion.com/dnd/wiki/index.php/Tear_of_Pelor"&gt;Tear of Pelor&lt;/a&gt;, which was rumored to have mighty powers against the undead. According to him, it was somewhere off the coast of &lt;a href="http://bethandorion.com/dnd/wiki/index.php/Bazsten"&gt;Bazsten&lt;/a&gt;, on "an island you can't sail to, atop a mountain you can't climb, through a door you can't touch, down a tunnel you can't see, toward a sound you can't hear, behind a sphinx whose riddle you must answer." He offered to teleport the party to Bazsten, but from there they were on their own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon arrival in Bazsten, the party began asking if anyone knew of an island you couldn't sail to. They discovered that there was an area about a hundred miles off shore where the winds were dead and massive patches of seaweed prevented ships from moving. A dwarven captain named &lt;a href="http://bethandorion.com/dnd/wiki/index.php/Boris"&gt;Boris&lt;/a&gt; was known to have experience there... but unfortunately his experience had driven him a bit mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The party found Boris in &lt;a href="http://bethandorion.com/dnd/wiki/index.php/The_Brawny_Kobold"&gt;The Brawny Kobold&lt;/a&gt; watching a &lt;a href="http://bethandorion.com/dnd/wiki/index.php/Goliath"&gt;goliath&lt;/a&gt; burlesque show. With a littler persuasion, they were able to hire him. &lt;a href="http://bethandorion.com/dnd/wiki/index.php/Sha-Ashar"&gt;Sha-Ashar&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://bethandorion.com/dnd/wiki/index.php/Dante"&gt;Dante&lt;/a&gt; also rented a flatbottom boat for use when the larger ship could go no further. They sailed about a day before the seaweed started showing up. At that point, &lt;a href="http://bethandorion.com/dnd/wiki/index.php/Ooka"&gt;Ooka&lt;/a&gt; put on &lt;a href="http://bethandorion.com/dnd/wiki/index.php/Torrin"&gt;Torrin&lt;/a&gt;'s Wavestrider Boots and everyone else got in the flat-bottom boat. Ooka then pulled the boat behind her to the island.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon arriving at the island, the party spotted a massive, solid adamantine pillar in the center of it. The sides were completely smooth, preventing climbing, and it was far too high to build ladders for. The party split to try to discover some way up. Eventually, they met a copper dragon who lived on the island, and after some hard bargaining, the dragon agreed to fly them all up to the top of the pillar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Atop the pillar were several large rock formations. Dante noticed that one was of a slightly different color than the others. Sha-Ashar climbed atop it - and then disappeared! The rocks were an illusion concealing the entrance to a tunnel! Conventional torches wouldn't work in the ash-clogged tunnel, but fortunately Dante had some Cannith goggles that granted him darkvision. He led the party through the tunnel to an intersection of many different paths. At that point, they were attacked by dire wolves!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After only a few moments, though, the wolves began howling towards one passage and then ran off. The group deduced that the tunnel must have had a dog whistle or something, and they ran down its twists and turns until they encountered the sphinx. They easily answered the question and were admitted into the hidden chamber, the resting site of the Tear.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3237093400983417863-8386242774622413036?l=www.bethandorion.com%2Fdnd%2Fblog' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3237093400983417863/posts/default/8386242774622413036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3237093400983417863/posts/default/8386242774622413036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.bethandorion.com/dnd/blog/2009/08/tear-of-pelor.html' title='The Tear of Pelor'/><author><name>Duerma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15975144237698623393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17360339727105161087'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3237093400983417863.post-6390374108787130553</id><published>2009-08-05T17:53:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T18:58:57.959-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='soramar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jartor'/><title type='text'>Avenging Soramar</title><content type='html'>Even though the battle with the shadar-kai and the oni had left them battered and bruised, the party decided that they needed to continue to investigate the sewers - after all, &lt;a href="http://bethandorion.com/dnd/wiki/index.php/Soramar"&gt;Soramar&lt;/a&gt; had said he would have information and items for them, and they found neither in his home. So back into the sewers they went. The corridor where they had fought the shadar-kai was empty, so they opted to investigate the pipe the oni had fled through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone trudged through the sludge... except for &lt;a href="http://bethandorion.com/dnd/wiki/index.php/Sha-Ashar"&gt;Sha-Ashar&lt;/a&gt;. He insisted on building a makeshift boat from the cooper's barrels. While everyone else was able to easily jump from the pipe to the floor, Sha-Ashar got his foot caught in the barrel! Instead of remaining completely clean, as he had hoped, he ended up more submerged in sludge than anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The room seemed completely empty except for some coins scattered near some mushrooms. &lt;a href="http://bethandorion.com/dnd/wiki/index.php/Dante"&gt;Dante&lt;/a&gt;, however, noticed a snout barely poking out from beneath the sludge. It was a dragon! And to complcate matters, the oni reappeared too. After a long and difficult battle, however, the party emerged victorious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They found a barrel floating near where the dragon had hidden. Inside was treasure... and also a silver tube that contained a &lt;a href="http://bethandorion.com/dnd/wiki/index.php/Soramar%27s_Letter"&gt;letter from Soramar&lt;/a&gt;. It detailed hsi findings from studying the ancient texts and warned the adventurers to watch out for decoy foci as they set forth on their mission.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3237093400983417863-6390374108787130553?l=www.bethandorion.com%2Fdnd%2Fblog' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3237093400983417863/posts/default/6390374108787130553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3237093400983417863/posts/default/6390374108787130553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.bethandorion.com/dnd/blog/2009/08/avenging-soramar.html' title='Avenging Soramar'/><author><name>Duerma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15975144237698623393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17360339727105161087'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3237093400983417863.post-9174436152711962703</id><published>2009-06-17T23:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T23:23:27.562-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><title type='text'>Peril in the forest</title><content type='html'>The intrepid adventurers sailed down the river on Captain Murphy's riverboat, headed towards the capital. As they came to a bridge, they spotted a few figures perched atop it. They called out, and the beings demanded their money! As they got closer, they saw that at least two of them were shifters. Ooka flew into a rage and charges up the bridge. After a heated battle, two shifters and a wererat lay dead. The party decided to hunt for tracks to see if they could find the shifters' lair. Axe's angel of fire spotted a figure in the distance, so they set off down the road. About a quarter mile down the road, the group was attacked by a bunch of predatory vines! After some harrowing grabbing and squeezing, the group slew the vines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After defeating the vines, the group encountered a man covered in ashes, trapped in a cage of thorns, presumably the figure that the angel of fire saw. He claimed he had been trapped by an evil wizard and needed to find his true home, after which he spouted a riddle. After some thought, the party solved the riddle and the man transformed into a phoenix! Grateful, he gifted the party with a pair of Burning Gauntlets before flying off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3237093400983417863-9174436152711962703?l=www.bethandorion.com%2Fdnd%2Fblog' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3237093400983417863/posts/default/9174436152711962703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3237093400983417863/posts/default/9174436152711962703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.bethandorion.com/dnd/blog/2009/06/peril-in-forest.html' title='Peril in the forest'/><author><name>Duerma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15975144237698623393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17360339727105161087'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3237093400983417863.post-4467847161180581889</id><published>2009-05-13T11:14:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T11:59:35.160-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='missing merchants'/><title type='text'>Undead in the forest</title><content type='html'>Following the puzzling encounter with the wraiths, &lt;a href="http://bethandorion.com/dnd/wiki/index.php/Ooka_Stonepick"&gt;Ooka&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://bethandorion.com/dnd/wiki/index.php/Torrin"&gt;Torrin&lt;/a&gt; headed back to town for supplies and a rendezvous with Torrin's cousin, &lt;a href="http://bethandorion.com/dnd/wiki/index.php/Lan"&gt;Lan&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;a href="http://bethandorion.com/dnd/wiki/index.php/Sha-Ashar"&gt;Sha-Ashar&lt;/a&gt; set up a barricade on the road to discourage any other travelers that may come up the road. He and the others then sat back and began waiting for trouble to find them, reasoning that whoever had killed the travelers and spawned the wraiths would be back eventually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was twilight before anything interesting happened, but they were rewarded for their patience. A wight and a group of zombies came meandering down the road. Despite their decreased numbers, the adventurers were easily able to dispatch them. They found 60 gold and a Potion of Healing in the wight's clothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They decided to venture up the road to see what they could find. The road was heavily forested, but &lt;a href="http://bethandorion.com/dnd/wiki/index.php/Sulik"&gt;Sulik&lt;/a&gt; spotted something small moving through the trees. He summoned his spirit companion near the source of the sound. Through his companion's eyes, he saw two dark halfling-like creatures. They questioned the spirit, and when it wouldn't respond, they attacked. A wraith swept down out of the trees and joined the fight. After a long and heated battle, though, the adventurers were victorious - and they took one of the dark ones hostage.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3237093400983417863-4467847161180581889?l=www.bethandorion.com%2Fdnd%2Fblog' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3237093400983417863/posts/default/4467847161180581889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3237093400983417863/posts/default/4467847161180581889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.bethandorion.com/dnd/blog/2009/05/undead-in-forest.html' title='Undead in the forest'/><author><name>Duerma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15975144237698623393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17360339727105161087'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3237093400983417863.post-3994875146018185701</id><published>2009-04-29T23:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T19:45:21.786-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='missing merchants'/><title type='text'>A new adventure!</title><content type='html'>After having outgrown their humble roots in a small town in the mountains of &lt;a href="http://bethandorion.com/dnd/wiki/index.php/Elduum"&gt;Elduum&lt;/a&gt;, the adventurers decided to look for more challenging - and more rewarding - work in the large town of &lt;a href="http://bethandorion.com/dnd/wiki/index.php/Thoradol"&gt;Thoradol&lt;/a&gt;. After settling into their rooms at &lt;a href="http://bethandorion.com/dnd/wiki/index.php/The_Lazy_Soldier"&gt;The Lazy Soldier&lt;/a&gt;, the party headed down to the common room to find what they could overhear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the gossip they heard were banal small-town rumors, but &lt;a href="http://bethandorion.com/dnd/wiki/index.php/Ooka_Stonepick"&gt;Ooka&lt;/a&gt; caught wind of merchants who were disappearing to the north of town. After some greedy haggling with &lt;a href="http://bethandorion.com/dnd/wiki/index.php/Roger_the_Furrier"&gt;Roger the Furrier&lt;/a&gt;, they agreed to search out the missing merchants and their goods for a reward of 100GP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After about 20 minutes of walking up the northern road into the hills, they discovered several wagons that had been smashed and broken on the side of the road. Oddly, though, there seemed to be no signs of their cargo or their drivers. &lt;a href="http://bethandorion.com/dnd/wiki/index.php/Torrin"&gt;Torrin&lt;/a&gt; thought he saw some movement near one of the carts, so he fired a chaos bolt at it, shattering the cart in a hail of splinters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The shadows they saw coalesced into a a band of wandering wraiths! One flew up the mountainside and started a rockslide tumbling down upon the adventurers, while the other 9 crowded and swarmed them. Our fearless friends were not daunted, and they quickly dispatched the horde.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once the threat was dealt with, they investigated the area. &lt;a href="http://bethandorion.com/dnd/wiki/index.php/Sha-Ashar"&gt;Sha-Ashar&lt;/a&gt; found 46 silver in one of the carts but couldn't discover anything useful about what had happened. (James' character), though, had a much keener eye. He was able to determine where the skirmish had happened and even recovered a few discarded weapons. The adventurers then decided to hunker down an wait for the attackers to return to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;Loot:&lt;br /&gt;46 silver&lt;br /&gt;1 longbow&lt;br /&gt;14 arrows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Experience:&lt;br /&gt;475 for killing the wraiths (95 per person)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Experience total: 3845/5500&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3237093400983417863-3994875146018185701?l=www.bethandorion.com%2Fdnd%2Fblog' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3237093400983417863/posts/default/3994875146018185701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3237093400983417863/posts/default/3994875146018185701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.bethandorion.com/dnd/blog/2009/05/new-adventure.html' title='A new adventure!'/><author><name>Duerma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15975144237698623393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17360339727105161087'/></author></entry></feed>
