Here is the story so far for...
Two weeks ago on this very day, our campaign began.
Our Party met in a setting very similar to Medieval Rome. In a city known as... er... haven't really thought of the name yet. Anyways they were greeted by a contact a NPC known as Felix the Drunken Half-Elf Paladin. Felix was eager to give them some "work" to do. Felix took the PCS to the arena. Then showed them the catacombs under the arena left over from some temple century's ago. Apparently some evil temple due to the religion checks. The arena from what they can muster was originally a sacrifice pit, to some forgotten god.
Felix was eagered to give the adventurers the job. The job consited of finding Bob the halfling janitor of the arena,in the catcombs... who dispeared about a week ago, Felix wanted them to kill whatever managed to kill Bob. The PCs party consited of a dwarven paladin, a fey dragonborn warlock, and an elven fighter. Along with a wizard who joined later.
The PCs went down into the catacombs, after some exploration they manage to find Bob's Right Hand. They found bloody hand prints that belong to the wall, I wasnt sure how creeped out the PCs are but it was fun. Eventually they found the lever to open the door which open the door, and possiblely something not good and possiblely evil but thats not important right now.
The PCs then found the wizard laying there on the ground. Using advanced stick poking skills they manage to wake him up. I am not entirely sure how the wizard got there but oh well explanations can be made later. The players then ventured down the hallway with their new campanion, and found Bob's Torso. Then they entered the trash room. Where the fey lock (with his darn natural 20) noticed the ooze. Which ate bob's right hand. The PCs were furious and began fighting this evil creature. As soon as they bloodied it, the blob suddenly split into 2 oozes.
After this epic battle, the characters buried Bob, and got 100 gp each from Felix.
EDIT: Please excuse my grammar and spelling, I wrote this last night and I was just trying to get the ideas across
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ReplyDelete...smack in the middle of no-town-name-worth-mentioning, stepped into something squishy & undead! Ahhh, I jump ahead...
ReplyDelete*Gozium Grimluck, Grimluck Salt Mining Bar Envoy, 28 Alturiak 1479 DR,
As sworn, seeking new trade and this tale began at the townsquare, as standard cold acquisition procedures suggest. Answering a call for aid, I met a delightful although conrupted (taint of elf-blood strong, bless in soul) Paladin of some aspiring order -- wherein I came upon my present companions: Tim (a pyromaniacle practiononeer of hethencraft), Reyawn the elf (whom I say there is hope for nonetheless), and Darr (oft mind- wandering drake with nasty fey power within!). Seeming all action was occuring away from spectators view; below the arena. Deadly wildlife and poor Bob... This forgotten town has certainly provided an unusual welcome.