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).
24 Flamerule – 1490 – Year of the Star Walker’s Return
The party paused to catch their breath and defeating a small pack of ghouls in an ancient barracks room and then pushed on, leaving by another door. They navigated through winding mine tunnels before Jortran heard strange noises coming from down one passage. Up a short flight of stairs they discovered a large cavern, once used as a dining hall, that was full of ravenous ghouls. Once again they were plunged into battle, with Tristan briefly surrounded by ghouls on all sides, their abnormally long tongues attempting to get a taste of him as they raked him with their claws.
After dispatching all the ghouls, the party limped on to the other end of the cavern, and up a hall to what appeared to be an old foundry where the dwarves and gnomes once smelted the ores they mined. Here the booming noise was incredibly loud, and they surmised the source of it must be somewhere nearby. The floor was strewn with the corpses of long dead dwarves and orcs.
As they made their way into the room to investigate the hulking remains of the mine’s machinery, one skull on the floor suddenly rose up in to the air, and ignited into green flames.The Flameskull cajoled them for coming into the mines, and attempted to blast Tristan with fiery rays, which missed. After Tristan knocked the skull about with his axe, the skull said it had had enough. It commanded its zombie minions to arise, at which point some of the moldering corpses on the floor stood up and began shambling towards the party. This was followed quickly by a Fireball cast by the Flameskull right into the midst of the party.
The fireball was devastating, laying Eamon low, and almost killing other members of the group. Malfred quickly jumped to Eamon’s side and healed him with a potion, while the others pressed the attack on the remaining zombies and the cackling wizard skull. Eventually the rest of the zombies were put down, and the skull smashed, but the heroes had taken a great deal of damage and decided it would be best to rest. They made their way back to the old barracks and barricaded the doors to take an hour to recuperate.
After they’d regained their strength they returned to the foundry to look around, and were surprised to see the Flameskull was back! Somehow it had reformed, and it chided them for not doing a better job. Once again the heroes set upon the skull, this time making sure to split the shattered remains of it into piles, some under buckets weighted down with rocks, and some contained in two empty potion bottles.
Battered, bruised, and weary, the party stopped to regroup and plan their next move.
UNTIL NEXT TIME…