Dalziom – Dwarven Cleric
Gotrek – Dwarven Warlord
Ika – Tiefling Rogue
Kuraileon – Me – Eladrin Wizard
Seraphim – Human Warlock
Chapter 1: Regroup and Ambush
After fastforwarding through the long journey back to Arasamar, the capitol city where we began our quest, Dalziom and I arrived on the docks and began to search for our companions. By luck that could only have come from a divine hand (the DM railroaded it), we all found each other quickly and without issue. We met back at the tavern where Seraphim and Ika were staying in order to recount our respective stories. Seraphim had found that there was a large price on his head (about 5000 gp) and a sizable price on my head for the murder of two civilians (a total accident, but still worth about 1000gp).Even Gotrek, the fearsome human-hating dwarven warlord who had been absent for so long finally managed to join us.
Funnily enough, that’s about when the trouble started.
The innkeeper knocked at the door, declaring that we had visitors. Fearing the city guard, I hid in the back corner. When Gotrek went to answer it, he had the door blown back into his face and I managed to see a series of scimitars embed themselves in his chest before a mysterious black fog enveloped the room in front of me. Someone (I think Dalziom) called for Ika, Seraphim, and I to check the back alley to clear an exit for the party. There was a back door to the room, so this made sense, and Ika, ever eager to leave the fray, ran outside but saw no one. I teleported backwards through the wall into the alley and spotted a rather ugly looking Halfling at each end of the alley (they weren’t Halflings, but something more malicious). A quick attempt to freeze them both in place was easily dodged by them and then rushed in at us. Seraphim used Spider Climb to climb on the ceiling and attack the three stabbing Gotrek from above. He then used the same curse he used on the dragonborn at the bandit camp to suspend one in the air and eviscerate it. Gotrek, flaming pick in hand, saw the dangling legs of this creature and decided to “pick the dark one’s crotch”. Hand motions were employed.
|Not the best plan, but I survived... ish|
After my second attack missed and I had been viciously stabbed, I decided that I had to end this quickly. I cast Wall of Fire, sending a blazing inferno down the entire alleyway, which was full of wooden crates and lined by buildings made of wood and mould. Things caught fire. To remedy this, I cast Ice Storm, which coated all the houses in ice, dousing the fire, but causing half the walls to collapse. Ika and Dalziom were busy - Ika braining one monster with a sling with one hand and stabbing it with her short sword in the other, avoiding attacks with ease, and Dalziom doing his best to keep Gotrek alive as he got repeatedly stabbed from all directions and laying about him with his mighty hammer.
Shortly, the battle was over. One Dark Creeper remained alive and captured. The alley was in ruins, but no one appeared to be hurt. One other creeper had been caught in my ice storm and was trying to free its leg from being encased in ice. I had Dalziom hold it while I freed it to try and take it in for questioning. It promptly twisted out of his grip and vanished. Frustrated, we went back inside to the other captive, who also disappeared whilst being held down. Angry now, and determined to get answers, I grabbed his stomach and cast magic missile to make him be still. He never moved again. Disembowelment will do that to a person.
The guard showed up at the front door to the inn, and arrested Gotrek and Dalziom, who had gone to speak to the VERY shady innkeeper. They went quietly, knowing their innocence, while the rest of us legged it out the alley, knowing our guilt. Ika did manage to bottle some of the dissolving essence of the Dark Creeper as she left though. It started evaporating into dark mist, but she caught some in a flask and put it away. We followed the guard troop to the garrison they took the dwarves to, and holed up in a nearby tavern to recuperate and plan.
Gotrek and Dalziom were interrogated, and their packs investigated. Unfortunately for Dalziom, I had given him a scroll of Exploding Runes a few weeks ago in case he got into trouble and needed it. It exploded in the officer’s face, and so Attempted Assassination of an Official was added to the list of charges. Gotrek enacted a secret plan of his own (the player grinning all the while) that would not come to fruition until the trial they were to face the following day. It was obvious from the harsh interrogation that the trial was going to be little more than a formality before their execution.
Hearing this through Seraphim’s contacts in the criminal classes, we decided to start planning their rescue. First, we needed nice clothes. Ika purloined some from an undisclosed criminal source, while I went to the finest tailor I could find and paid with a large gold shard to have a marvelous suit made. It’s ruined now. Punctured with many, many holes, and burnt on the cuffs, but we’ll get to that later.