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D&D 5E “Storm King’s Thunder” Session 13 Recap

We stumble upon the living ice just outside of Caer-Dineval, then return to Bryn Shander to report our missions.

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Previously on “Storm King’s Thunder”

The inn had a nice warm fire crackling in the corner. I practically flew over to it, warming my body after the chilly encounter with the creatures of living ice. I’d only been embrace by one for seconds but I was still chilled to the bone.

“….giant snowy beasts! Nails as long as daggers. Teeth as sharp as….daggers.” I glanced over and saw that Bryseis had saddled over to the pair of loudmouths in the middle of the inn. It took me a few seconds to realize they were bragging about destroying the Yeti, the same ones who had nearly ended my life. I absently scratched at the scars on my chest.

Bryseis had called Korinn over and the two were feigning interest and fawning over them. I couldn’t help but grin.

“Let’s buy these ladies some drinks!” they declared. The ladies toyed with them like a cat toys with a mouse. Bryseis pressed them about the giants and the lads’ chests puffed out. Suddenly one of them gave out a slight yelp like a puppy. I looked over at Bryseis’ hand had disappeared beneath the table.

“Korinn I could’ve sworn we were the ones who fought the Yeti?” Bryseis said sweetly, flashing a devilish grin. The young men let out a whimper, his eyes wide.

Korinn nodded sagely and turned to the young men. “This one is a bit crazy, a loose cannon,” her hands waved casually at Bryseis. She lowered her voice to a steady growl as she leaned forward. “I suggest for your own good you tell us who you are and where you’re from. Because we know you’re full of shit.” Continue reading “D&D 5E “Storm King’s Thunder” Session 13 Recap”

D&D 5E “Storm King’s Thunder” Session 11 Recap

We defend the town of Bryn Shander and receive several shiny new quests.

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The front gate finally exploded, throwing shards of wood and metal fragments into the entrance of the town. The frost giant pulled his greataxe back and barreled inside. We were like annoying flies buzzing around him as he ignored our combined assaults.

That would prove to be a fatal mistake.

As the heavily injured giant charged forward I readied my psi-glaive in a hamstring maneuver to slow his assault. Sir Baric was quicker, bellowing a war cry as he brought his maul down on the giant’s foot, causing the mighty frost giant warlord to careen into the wall. He lurched forward and smashed his face into the ground.

I could only stare as I saw T.I.M., having charged the giants outside the gates earlier in the fight, suddenly tumbling off the giant’s back.

From behind me I heard another giant begin to shout, “Drufi is dead! Drufi is dead!” Continue reading “D&D 5E “Storm King’s Thunder” Session 11 Recap”

D&D 5E “Storm King’s Thunder” Session 10 Recap

We finally find our Harper Agent only to be interrupted by an army of Frost Giants laying siege to the city.

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“There you all are!” We turned and found Sheriff Southwell staring us down in the back alley. Beldora looked startled, and the Sheriff had a desperate look on his face. I began hearing the wider noises around the city: screams, shouts, and several loud booms and crashes.

“We’re going to need your services – now!” Chaos began erupting in the marketplace as the Sheriff motioned for us to follow, allowing for no argument. “We have giants at the gate.” I turned back to Beldora but she simply shrugged, equally confused and shocked.

We ran through the screaming crowds. People were fleeing toward the town hall as if the end of the world had arrived. We made it to the wall at the Southwestern gate to behold a terrible sight – an army of pale-skinned Frost Giants stood outside the city, wearing leathers adorned with bone and wielding axes bigger than a man.

The giant in the middle was flanked by a pair of ten-foot wolves, their breath crystallizing in front of them as they exhaled. The leader shouted with a great, booming voice. “I am Drufi, leader of these frost giant armies. I demand you sent out Artus Cimber and he will give us the Ring of Winter!”

We all turned to each other with the same bewildered and fearful expression. At some point Sir Baric and his friend Sirac had showed up on the wall with us (watching us again no doubt). Sirac began groaning. “Oh no, that’s my dad. He was an adventurer, but I haven’t seen him in ten years.”

The giants were in no mood to talk. “By blade and by boulder we will destroy your city!” The army of giants began advancing. Continue reading “D&D 5E “Storm King’s Thunder” Session 10 Recap”

D&D 5E “Storm King’s Thunder” Session 9 Recap

We survive the Yetis and make it to Bryn Shander, a city that’s not as safe as we thought.

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PROGRAMMING NOTE: Due to two people being out of town, there will be no D&D session this week (6/16). Session 10 should resume on 6/23

We kept going. We trudged North. Yetis be damned, we had to make it to Bryn Shander soon. We were not going to survive out here. 

The damn beasts were hunting us. Their fear of fire kept them distant, Bryseis made sure of that. Halfred was a hunter of monstrosities and could track them easily. It was more unnerving getting constant updates on their whereabouts. They circled around us, flanked us, herded us.

We came up to a pair of small ridges on either side of the road we were following. One of the creatures lay waiting. Bryseis fired up her Dancing Lights as a protective barrier, and we moved as a scared, huddled group, knowing full well the power these things wielded. We were in their territory, at their mercy.

The Yeti leapt down when we tried to pass and roared defiantly. We heard its mate answer the roar some distance behind us.

The scars from my near death experience itched savagely under my robes and leathers. I could succumb to fear, or let the rage building inside me take over. I couldn’t feel the calming serenity I had been so carefully taught. Only fear and hatred. It was dangerous to give in, but it could also be a weapon.

I threw down my torch at the creature. It glowed softly in the snow. The Yeti jerked back for only an instant, then crouched down on all fours to let loose a chilling scream.

I was already numb to the constant cold around me. I let myself feel numb to the fear as well. I focused my mind and reached into my chest, withdrawing the psi-glaive that manifests from my psychic energy.

Before the others could react, I screamed back, both in my mind and out loud, and charged at the beast. Continue reading “D&D 5E “Storm King’s Thunder” Session 9 Recap”