D&D 5E “Storm King’s Thunder” Session 44 Recap

We survive a daring escape from the All-Father temple only to receive dire warnings from the red dragon Klauth.


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“You have your quest,” the ghostly oracle intoned, “And now you must depart this place with great haste. For as I looked into the unseen storm, so it looked back. Your enemy is here.”

Right on cue we felt the entire mountain shake. The oracle continued to speak dire warnings and we looked at each other with wide eyes. We dashed back through the portal into the main chamber with the giant statues. 

She was there.

It was our first time laying eyes on the ancient blue dragon. The one who had caused all this chaos for the giants, and thus the world.

She approached like a smug cat who had cornered a mouse.

“How curious that you small creatures would go to such trouble for these brutish, corrupted giants, who did not but enslave and degrade your kind? It was we dragons who raised you up, liberated you, empowered you to throw off your chains.” Her sneer was palpable. It was all we could do to stare. 

“You have destroyed plans put into place decades ago. Traveled to the rotten depths of an old giant empire. Killed my servants. Killed my children. And for what? Come forward and claim your answers.” 

We’ve had heavy story-focused sessions before, but never has it felt like such an emotional gut-punch. Kudos to our DM for creating another epic, cinematic event in our escape from the Temple of the All-Father, only to follow it up with a series of psychological tortures for our characters via Klauth the ancient red dragon. Continue reading “D&D 5E “Storm King’s Thunder” Session 44 Recap”

D&D 5E “Storm King’s Thunder” Session 43 Recap

We battle a tentacled terror, and gain an audience with the Eye of the All-Father.

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The final rune above the archway glowed, and the entire archway exploded in light. The cloudy space underneath shimmered and thrummed with energy, the portal activating. Before we could blink, Bryseis stepped through it.

Harshnag turned to us, shrugged, and went after her, and we did the same.

We were deposited in a new chamber. The air and walls felt like an entirely different area. Six giant statues stood vigilant in a circle, surrounding a frozen Cloud Giant body on the floor.

Harshnag was awe struck, creeping up in reverence and sitting down next to the statues. This was a holy place for giant-kind.

We took places near Harshnag and watched as the body in the center began to stir. Harshnag spoke in measured tones: “Annam, great All-Father, we come before you, humble servants, that your eye might fall upon us, and you might answer the questions we seek.”

A ghostly giant form rose up out of it. It stared at us each in turn, its eyes radiating peaceful knowledge. 

“I am Megaron, Eye of the All-Father. Step forward and pose your questions that they may be answered.”

We finally reached the oracle and got our answers, and more importantly the next stage of our main quest. But first we had to battle a crazy tentacle ooze thing.

It’s been awhile since we had a truly epic boss battle. I didn’t realize the tentacled, Oozing Vortex was a damn nightmare with Legendary Actions, armor-melting acid, and a buttload of HP. Even with our numbers advantage it was a scary fight. Continue reading “D&D 5E “Storm King’s Thunder” Session 43 Recap”

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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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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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 40 Recap

We come up with a plan to free Harshnag and battle the giants at the entrance to the Eye of the All-Father.

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Halfred and I crept along the ledges that flanked the massive hallway leading to the main doors of the Eye of the All-Father temple. Though we were 20 feet above ground we weren’t even eye level with the giants who stood around the bound Harshnag. One of them was wearing robes and wielding a staff, and stood chanting before the sealed doors.

Harshnag was berating the mage for his folly of trying to enter the temple, and received a massive blow to the head from one of his stone giant captors.

As we approached I reached out with my mind, alerting the slightly dazed Harshnag to our presence. His body language changed slightly as he nodded in acknowledgement. He shifted and turned. His hands were bound behind his back by massive chain manacles, which he now rested on the ledge. Right next to me.

I turned to Halfred. Or where I thought Halfred was, as we were both still invisible. “Fly back to the others,” I said in his mind. “We need a plan.”

We knew we had a big battle on our hands this week. So big we didn’t even finish it over our nearly three hour session!

Our little group has not been the best at planning our actions around hostile encounters. It’s probably why we end up splitting the party and getting in less than optimal situations.

This time, however, we actually spent a good chunk of time planning exactly what we wanted to do. Continue reading “D&D 5E “Storm King’s Thunder” Session 40 Recap”

D&D 5E “Storm King’s Thunder” Session 33 Recap

In the spider-infested caves beneath Morgur’s Mound we deal with a demon in disguise.

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I softly landed on the ground, glancing back across the chasm to nod at my companions. I crept up to the dead bodies, noting this area of the caves was seemingly the only section not covered in spider webs. 

Movement out of the corner of my eye. I turned to see a young man emerge from a shadowy corner. He wore a garish red shawl that nearly covered his body head to toe, and his limp gait suggested he was injured. 

“Are you here to save us?” He spoke weakly. My initial reaction was to move to help the man, but I remembered the hastily scrawled note we’d found in the dead mans hands.

I made no move. “Are you Jarys?” I asked flatly.

The man seemed surprised. “Yes! Thank goodness you’ve come.” He began to limp his way closer to me, and I caught myself stepping backward.

“What happened here?” I asked flatly.

“Those stone creatures, they killed my friends. I hid from them. They’re guarding this place. I can’t get out. But you can’t help me, can’t you?” It was a subtle change in his voice, and I caught it too late. His eyes glowed as his last sentence echoed through my mind like piercing light.

I blinked and the feeling faded. He looked at me expectantly.

I grinned. A battle of the mind? Very well.

I focused back on him, worming my way inside his mind until it lie bare before me. I inserted my will. He would not harm me nor my friends, and he would tell us exactly what happened here.

My heart sank a bit as he smiled back, even as I felt my will take hold.

“Clever,” he said, as his human form melted. He grew larger, turning a dark shade of red. Large horns sprouted from his head and a tail emerged from his back. “I will follow your commands. I will not harm you.” He whistled, the sound echoing off the cave walls. It was soon answered by terrible screaming coming from the depths of the chasm. “But my pets will.”

The mines beneath Morgur’s Mound weren’t as empty as we were hoping. The spider-infested caves gave way to a grisly scene, where a demonic creature had tricked an expedition into recovering the relic we were after.

We saw several bodies on the floor, cluing us into a recently ill-fated expedition. The guards at the entrance had been bludgeoned to death, presumably by the small army of rock constructs we’d defeated outside.

Spider webs blanketed the walls as we moved deeper. As we brushed too close to one web it exploded with swarms of spiders. Gross, but little threat to us. We took a proactive approach, blasting spider webs with cantrips and long-range attacks to clear our path.

This plan worked until we came to a small alcove. A body was clutching some items, but was surrounded in webbing. Our long-range assault destroyed some spiders, but the rest surged outward, at one point crawling all over Kazin and Bryseis. Korinn would use her Mage Hand to help brush them off Kazin while Bryseis used a Shield spell. After that it was squishing time. Continue reading “D&D 5E “Storm King’s Thunder” Session 33 Recap”

D&D 5E “Storm King’s Thunder” Session 32 Recap

We finally met up with Harshnag at Morgur’s Mound only to be attacked by our powerful new enemies.

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PROGRAMMING NOTE: Due to DM’s holiday office party, next week’s session will need to be rescheduled. Stay tuned to my blog for the announcement.

The massive frost giant emerged from behind the hill. Even for a frost giant he was battle-worn and grizzled, proudly wearing the skull of a dragon upon his head, and wielding a greataxe with glowing runes.

“Halfred,” his deep voice boomed, “is that you?”

I looked at Halfred, whose face broke out into a wide grin. He practically waved back. 

Harshnag mentioned the name of Halfred’s friend and mentor, which lit up the halfling’s face even more. Harshnag had been put on the same path as us, hunting the Ostorian relics. He also knew why that was important, but before he could explain, his eyes turned sharp and he gripped his axe, motioning behind us.

We turned and saw a small army of rock-like creatures approaching our direction.  “I don’t know much of these creatures,” Harshnag said, “but they’ve been watching the mound, stock-still. Seems they were waiting for you.”

The creatures resembled walking boulders with arms. They approached slowly, and I could see each hefting a large warhmmer. My heart sank as I saw their leader. He looked exactly like T.I.M., but adorned in blood red robes.

They stopped suddenly, as if each acted in accordance to the leader’s will. The leader turned to us and spoke in a frighteningly monotone voice, “You are neither we seek. Where are the one like me and the traitor?”

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