D&D 5E “Storm King’s Thunder” Session 42 Recap

We conquer some giant insect-infested tunnels before discovering a horror in the dining hall of the temple.

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Previously on “Storm King’s Thunder”

The rope was in place. Harshnag approached, ready to pull the missing weapon down from the giant statue’s outstretched hand. He neared the mysterious, but thus far innocuous orb that lie on the floor.

His movement stopped as if he’d hit an invisible wall. The Frost Giant stood completely still. With panic in his voice he cried out, “I don’t think this should be happening!”

We watched in shock as he drew out his rune-inscribed greataxe and plunged it into his own chest. He groaned in pain, blood splattering the floors of the well-lit dining hall.

My hands flew out on pure instinct, sending concussive blasts of force at the orb. Nothing happened until he had gotten close to it, so maybe it needed to get the hell away.

A tiny crack appeared along its outer shell and the orb rolled backward about a dozen feet. We didn’t have time to assess the result as a sudden inhuman shriek pierced the tension. An inky form detached itself from behind the giant statue, landing with a splattering sound on the floor in front of us. It looked like a tentacled nightmare.

This week we got a bit side-tracked within a lengthy, winding tunnel that cut out from one of the bedrooms within the Eye of the All-Father temple. In sharp contrast to the rest of the adventure it was a standard dungeon crawl, with monsters and loot, localized entirely within these tunnels. Continue reading “D&D 5E “Storm King’s Thunder” Session 42 Recap”

D&D 5E “Storm King’s Thunder” Session 41 Recap

We rescue Harshnag and officially delve into the Eye of the All-Father temple.

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Previously on “Storm King’s Thunder”

More empty rooms. The barracks within the Eye of the All-Father were as giant-size as everything else, but also completely barren. I poked my head into one of the side bedrooms while Bryseis darted further into the receding darkness of the long hallway.

As I turned to leave the ground began to shake. I heard Bryseis make a startled sound and saw glimpses of her running, followed by the brimstone poof of her Misty Step.

That’s all I saw before the open doorway in front of me suddenly became a solid stone wall, as if there had never been an opening.

“Uh, guys?” I called out, my voice echoing off my newly sealed tomb. 

The rumbling grew louder and louder, as did the shouts and screams of my friends. I took a few steps back as something large rolled by, violently shaking the ground. I pressed my head up against the stone, heart beating rapidly as I listened for the sickening crunch of bone.

It never came. The rumbling began again, but this time slower and more rhythmic. As it passed by once again the stone wall magically melded back into the sides. I raced outside. To my left I saw a massive stone boulder rolling back into the darkness. To my right I could make out the prone forms of Bryseis and Halfred panting, with a wild look in their eyes. But they were alive.

This week we finished our battle with the giants, and delved further inside the Eye of the All-Father temple. Continue reading “D&D 5E “Storm King’s Thunder” Session 41 Recap”

D&D 5E “Storm King’s Thunder” Session 39 Recap

We officially unite the warring dragonborn tribes, gain the final relic, and make our way to the Eye of the All-Father.

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All the dragonborn, blue and white together, respected Korinn’s new leadership role, immediately recognizing the armband she had taken from Rygen. I’d never seen her so confident and commanding.

Despite their animosity and history, the blues and whites agreed to join their dwindling forces together, there in the Great Worm Cavern. Survival can be an excellent motivator. 

I approached the altar in the cavern, reaching out with my mind. As I got closer, the mysterious disembodied voice responded. “Welcome back, mortal. I no longer sense the corruption on these dragonborn.”

“There were some…complications,” I replied. “But everyone’s safe now.”

“I’m glad to hear it.” The statue shimmered and vibrated as the ghostly form of a feathered serpent materialized out of it. The gathered dragonborn stood with mouths agape as the couatl nodded its head respectfully. “Look back upon the gong and take your prize.”

I glanced over at the ancient gong. Where once had been a missing indentation, there was now a length of bone inscribed with a glowing rune. The final Ostorian relic.

This week we wrapped up our battle with the summoned ice golems at the dragonborn camp, then officially united the two warring tribes. Our reward was the final Ostorian relic we could use to gain entrance to the Eye of the All-Father. Continue reading “D&D 5E “Storm King’s Thunder” Session 39 Recap”

D&D 5E “Storm King’s Thunder” Session 38 Recap

Korinn is forced into a duel for control of her old blue dragonborn tribe.

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Previously on “Storm King’s Thunder”

The weather was bitterly cold but the air around us was electric. The entire warband of blue dragonborn had turned out. Many looked to Korinn like a returning savior, while others spat at her feet.

Unfortunately for us, Rygen was firmly in the latter camp. Despite Korinn’s attempts at diplomacy, only a test of strength would decide who would lead the tribe from here, and Rygen wasn’t going down without a fight.

We had taken turns bestowing various blessings, spells, and magical artifacts on our dragonborn sorcerer. She was nervous, but resolute.

A ring was formed around the two blue dragonborn. Rygen towered over his brethren, put his hands together and pulled them apart, lighting arcing between them until a blade of living lightning materialized in his hands.

“Step forward and face me in single combat, Korinn.”

[NOTE: This will be a shorter recap, as I was wholly absent for this entire session thanks to the flu]

This week we took the fight to the aggressive neighboring blue dragonborn tribe – Korinn’s tribe, forcing her into a duel for control of the warband. Continue reading “D&D 5E “Storm King’s Thunder” Session 38 Recap”

D&D 5E “Storm King’s Thunder” Session 36 Recap

We fight our way through a pair of Cloud Giants and mount a thrilling escape from Raven Rock with some unlikely allies.

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Previously on “Storm King’s Thunder”

I was still patting out the flames triggered by the statue trap that the damn tiefling woman had set off when I heard a shriek. I turned and saw the second Cloud Giant raise its gigantic mace and bring it down near the statue, right where Korinn hid. 

A blue blur darted out from behind the statue as the mace connected. Her forcefield sprang up instinctively, the mace crashing through it like wet paper, and she- 

Wait, something happened. The entire world seemed to slow down for a moment, right before the mace would have crushed her skull. I felt a weird tingling sensation, like deja vu. On a hunch I glanced in the other direction, seeing Bryseis peeking out from behind the statue. Her eyes were glowing, mouth moving, and hands twirling in some arcane ritual.

I looked back and saw, impossibly, the mace bouncing off the forcefield, glancing harmlessly to the side as Korinn finished her egress. When she turned around her arms were already outstretched and electricity crackled around her, sending a deadly bolt of lightning surging into – no, through, the first Cloud Giant, splattering blood and organs into the ceiling behind him. The Giant let out a pitiful sigh before slumping to the ground, while the second called out in a wail. 

I looked back at Bryseis, who simply smirked.

Escaping the ancient Cloud Giant library at Raven Rock proved far more difficult than we anticipated, and also far more exciting as an airship full of dragon cultists swooped in to carry us to the safety of an ancient red dragon. Er, we hope. Continue reading “D&D 5E “Storm King’s Thunder” Session 36 Recap”

D&D 5E “Storm King’s Thunder” Session 35 Recap

We explore the rest of the Cloud Giant library at Raven Rock, solving puzzles and battling a sentient spellbook.

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I took three short, quick breaths and yanked the jagged piece of wood out of my shoulder. Pain lanced through my body as blood dripped all over the ancient stone floor. I glared at Halfred, who pretended to intensely scrutinize the runes he had just so carelessly trod upon moments before, bringing those demonic tree creature barreling down on us.

I seethed and licked my wounds with my healing skills while Korinn and Bryseis began to explain how we had solved the rune puzzle on the opposite side. Without tripping the alarms and summoning tree monsters, mind you.

Slightly refreshed I joined them and we worked out the correct order to touch them in order to open the door. Halfred grinned at me mischievously “Go ahead!”

I admit, I snapped. I bodily grabbed the halfling, thinking to hurl him onto the rune so he could step on them, correctly this time. The little bastard planted his feet and stood his ground, matching me strength for strength. The two of us grunted and struggled.

I became vaguely aware of a Mage Hand floating past us, the words lighting up, and the doors opening. Bryseis walked up and slapped us both in the head, sending us tumbling into each other. We sheepishly disentangled, nodded at each other, and proceeded into the room.

We explored the rest of the underground Cloud Giant library at Raven Rock this week, including a trio of rune puzzles and a boss fight against a sentient spellbook.

Continue reading “D&D 5E “Storm King’s Thunder” Session 35 Recap”

D&D 5E “Storm King’s Thunder” Session 34 Recap

We reach level 8 and book passage from Mirabar to Raven Rock, and the ancient Cloud Giant library beneath.

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The air was cool and dry, and the smell of parchment was everywhere. The walls were lined with comically oversized books, some bigger than Halfred. I heard the others discussing the rune they found on the odd silver tree in the middle, but I felt myself wondering around the curved hallway of the ancient Cloud Giant library. 

I was never one for books, didn’t have the patience for it. But this place reminded of Zephyros. Fond memories began to flood my thoughts as I walked, reading the Giant language on the spines and covers. It was difficult; these were ancient texts and some of them quite advanced.

One book caught my eye. The words glowed with a shimmering script. “A Treatise on the Care and Handling of Wild Creatures.” It felt magical as I hefted it in my hands, and thankfully not one of the larger tomes.

“Ah, that’s a good one!”

A voice rang out, and I nearly dropped the book in surprise. I looked around, though I didn’t feel the flood of adrenaline or alarm of impending battle. Another automated recording?

“It’s good to see someone perusing our wares. We haven’t had a guest in… how long has it been, Gerald?”

“Been quite a long time I must say! How are you enjoying your stay, sir?”

My surprise melted away to bemused confusion. This was no recording; a pair of voices were addressing directly, in the Giant language. Not to raise any suspicions, I responded in kind.

“Yes, lovely place you have here, can you tell me about this library?”

“Indeed we can!” And with that, a pair of books flew off nearby shelves and came fluttering into view, magically flying in place.

This week we spent the majority of our session leveling up and doing a bit of shopping and haggling in Mirabar, before finally securing passage up the river to Raven Rock. Continue reading “D&D 5E “Storm King’s Thunder” Session 34 Recap”