These are the journal entries for our D&D 5th Edition campaign being played on Roll20. There are 6 PCs: Ragnar (Paladin), Eamon (Cleric), Jortran (Druid), Tec (Rogue), Malfred (Warlock), and Tristan (Barbarian).
21 Flamerule – 1490 – Year of the Star Walker’s Return
After defeating the drow-turned-doppelganger, the party elected to search about the caverns. Jortran cast Detect Magic, and learned that the staff carried by the doppelganger was not magic, though Ragnar was convinced otherwise. Jortran also detected magic coming from the crevasse, and climbed down to search. Tristan meanwhile looted the bodies of the fallen bugbears.
Malfred, impatient to move on, ventured up a hallway he found at the north end of the cavern, from which he assumed the doppelganger had come. He crept along in the dark, with his special vision only to aid him, and found that the hall zig-zagged. As cautiously as he could, he poked his head around the corner to see what lay beyond. It was just as Jortran uncovered a long-buried skeleton of a dwarf with shining gauntlets, that the group heard a strangled cry from the north. Malfred stumbled back into the cavern clutching at a javelin that had entered his cheek and was poking out the back of his neck.
Ragnar quickly leapt to his aid, using his medical skills to carefully remove the javelin so that the wounds could be healed with magic. Once he could speak, Malfred explained that there was another bugbear lying in wait who had thrown the javelin at him. Quickly the group jumped in to action, pushing up the hall. The bugbear threw more javelins at them, but Rangar was quick with his shield to defend against them. By the time the group safely found there way to the room at the end of the passage, the bugbear was nowhere to be seen.
The chamber they discovered was lined with marble columns. At the south end were closed stone double doors, and at the north end was a nine-foot tall statue of a dwarf seated on a thrown, and holding a stone warhammer. The eyes of the statue glinted with the light of emeralds. A table covered in papers sat near the west wall, and near that a small make-shift campsite of bedrolls.
As the party moved in to the room, they were surprised by more giant spiders that had been hiding in the shadows, as well as the bugbear, spotted by Tecton. A new battle was joined, and eventually the spiders and the tough bugbear were defeated. The party searched the room, finding a copy of Gundren’s map, but with notations in elvish that indicated there were undead in the unexplored passages beyond, and something magical in the large crevasse. They found also a letter from King Grol of the Cragmaw tribe letting the Black Spider know that the dwarf had been caught, and his map was ready to be picked up.
The party was just about to move on to examine a closed door they’d passed in the hall, when Tecton tripped a trap by trying to steal one of the statue’s emerald eyes. Prying it loose, they were suddenly surrounded by the sound of rumbling, and a deluge of rocks ranging in size from melons to watermelons, rained down from the ceiling on to Tecton, Eamon, and Malfred. All three were brought down and buried under the rocks, rendered unconscious and dying. The other party members quickly jumped to their aid, digging them out just in the nick of time to heal them before they died.
Now, weary from battle, and boulders, the group finally moved to open the door in the hall. Tristan got to the door first, a large rock in his raging hands, with Ragnar just behind him. Tristan kicked open the door, and in the dim light from Ragnar’s helmet spilling in through the doorway, Tristan spied someone just in the dark. He reacted quickly to the perceived threat, throwing his large rock with deadly accuracy. There was a crunching sound from the darkness, and the spray of blood, and then silence.
Ragnar rushed in to the room past Tristan, and spied a now dead dwarf lying bound on the floor. The rest of the party joined them, and Eamon quickly healed the dwarf’s grievous injury from Tristan’s rock. Regaining consciousness, the dwarf looked up at his killers and rescuers, unsure of what was happening. After explaining that Gundren had sent them to rescue him, Nundro explained all he knew. He had been tortured by the drow and the bugbears for days about the mines, but knew nothing about the “Forge of Spells” the black spider wanted. Nundro was saddened to learn his brother Tharden was dead, but happy Gundren was safe. He thanked the heroes and promised them a reward for their help.
With Nundro now safe, the group took a short rest to recuperate as much as they could, and then quickly left the mines, heading back to town to reunite Nundro with Gundren, and plan a more appropriate delve in to the mines for the future.
UNTIL NEXT TIME…