Session 28 - Gimurt

Well, we are still in this cavern. I have been hoping to exit this sordid locale sometime in the not-too-distant future, yet something, or some things, continue to foil such aspirations. There I was, minding my own business, when I (and my compatriots) found ourselves having to fight in this less than appealing tunnel. We had come through several chambers and had arrived next to a ledge with a sharp fifteen-foot drop, no beautiful stones, no precious gems, and a large awful pool of liquid that I can only presume is acidic, surrounded by rather sinister looking enlarged frogs.

My newfound fellow adventurer, Ivisar (an interesting name, of which I will inquire, provided that we both safely exit this subterranean setting), used his druidy-magic to make a tidal wave against said amphibious creature. And then it was on. A good old-fashioned melee with weapons and spells and all the violent things to which I have become accustomed over the last few years.

My family friend Viter shanked one of the giant frogs! At least, that appeared to have been his intention given the placement of his weapon. Thankfully, my other newfound colleague Emberil did some veritable damage with an arcane ability that I hope to learn.

I never encountered such scary frogs….they were large beings, capable of teleporting and dealing a lot of damage with nasty teeth and some rather impressive grappling abilities. Viter, unfortunately, was grappled and, while admirable in his confidence and interest in things arcane, demonstrated that he was less than adept at physically wriggling his way out of trouble. Luckily I hit one of these giant amphibians with my hammer. Then, compounding our collective misfortunes, Viter was swallowed whole by one of these enlarged toads, and Ember appeared near death on account of a horrid bite. Luckily, I dispatched two of the three frogs with my hammer. Viter came out just fine after I slew the beast in whose belly he lay. Then I poured a healing potion in Ember's throat, thus reviving her. Viter then got in a good sticking on the last of the three amphibious monstrosities, and dropped the creature. My friend, normally outspoken, said nothing in this instance, which was perhaps a source of repose for the rest of us.

My memory is normally good, but, in all the excitement, I did not notice was this Galen fellow accomplished. It is never pleasant to come up short….but I am sure he tried his best.

We tried to rest after the tussle. I normally do not sleep easily in these environments. But I must have nodded off. I recall losing my chisel and mallet and taking up the issue with a very pregnant halfling lady who wore expensive garments and had just sold an item that looked like my favourite mallet to a dwarf that appeared to be my late grandfather. I was vexed by the whole matter and prepared to settle it. Right as I was about to see if the dwarf really was my late grandfather, I was violently awakened from my dream by the din of combat.

A cloaker, which I had never seen before but resembles a floating cloak without humanoid limbs, was drifting about and Ember was prone yet again. I used my trusty blunt weapon, then Viter used his trusty sharp weapon, and this malicious cloak shrivelled on the ground. Then Viter assisted Ember and we all had a proper rest.

After awaking non-violently, we decided it was best to depart these caverns in an alacritous manner. There was also a prolonged discussion about Ivasar not speaking with unfamiliar creatures in the future. Ivasar appeared to agree with the motion in principle, but it is unclear as to whether or not this accord is meant to assuage party member's concerns or is indeed genuine. We also witnessed Galen hurt Ember with a tacky pec dance, but she thankfully rebuked him in hellish fashion. We then proceeded to waffle over which corridor to take out of the cavern.

Then, having waffled a great deal, we encountered some Meephits? Or Mephits? I don't know their names. But they are misty and we encountered them. Thankfully our legendary Viter made an illusion that distracted them. We worked our way around them….everyone else lithely did so. Unfortunately for me, my lifesaving plate mail almost got me killed in a pool of acid, but, aside from some splash on the legs, I made my way around the acidic obstacle too. Galen bravely led us forward. We walked into a chamber with a loud roaring of some sort of beast, plus some gouging in the walls and clawmarks that make one recall Bullits. Viter led us further (as Galen bravely remained in the back) before going ahead to scout further. I am not certain as to what happened then, but….after about ten minutes had elasped, we knew something was not right. So we marched down a corridor with Galen's pecs in front, followed by Galen and the rest of the party. We heard a male voice echo down the cavern from where Viter was and noticed a fire bolt's aura.

Despite Galen's pecs, Viter's scouting, and our attempts to land strikes, some guy came running out of the cavern and got past us. We chased, lost him, then entered an acidic chamber with intimidating roars of some sort of beast, which was actually a dragon with a red aura and cold iron armour, plus that guy. The dragon lunged at him, but could not reach this individual because of the shackles in which it was held. But this individual disappeared and snapped his fingers and the dragon was released from its shackles. So much for that.