D&D 5E “Storm King’s Thunder” Session 37 Recap

We make a deal with the ancient red dragon and journey to the Great Worm Cavern in search of the final relic.

Advertisements

Streamed, recorded and uploaded every week. Subscribe for our weekly adventures. Join us live on Fridays at 7pm Pacific/10pm Eastern!

Previously on “Storm King’s Thunder”

We began to dig in the snow, searching for the missing relic that would slot perfectly into this ancient gong. Did it simply fall off? Prynos and a few of the white dragonborn watched us, curiosity beginning to overtake caution.

I wandered over the great winged serpent statue, searching for clues. A voice suddenly rang out in my mind.

“Hello, friend. You are a mind-speaker are you not?”

The voice was intrusive but not hostile. It was calm, so I replied in kind. It claimed to be the cave itself, and was concerned and protective of the refugee dragonborn that had taken up residence here.

The voice claimed the enemy blue dragonborn had been corrupted. The work of our blue dragon foe, no doubt. The voice wished for us to deal with them. 

The cavern began to shake, and the voice grew concerned. “Oh dear. It’s been so long since anyone was here. They’re coming for you. Protect these innocents.”

The voice receded from our minds while chunks of ice crashed around us, and monstrous insectoid forms dropped in front of us.

This week we made multiple bargains with powerful forces in our quest to find the sixth and final Ostorian relic. Continue reading “D&D 5E “Storm King’s Thunder” Session 37 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.

Streamed, recorded and uploaded every week. Subscribe for our weekly adventures. Join us live on Fridays at 7pm Pacific/10pm Eastern!

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.

Streamed, recorded and uploaded every week. Subscribe for our weekly adventures. Join us live on Fridays at 7pm Pacific/10pm Eastern!

Previously on “Storm King’s Thunder”

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.

Streamed, recorded and uploaded every week. Subscribe for our weekly adventures. Join us live on Fridays at 7pm Pacific/10pm Eastern!

Previously on “Storm King’s Thunder”

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”

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.

Streamed, recorded and uploaded every week. Subscribe for our weekly adventures. Join us live on Fridays at 7pm Pacific/10pm Eastern!

Previously on “Storm King’s Thunder”

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 Rescheduled to Saturday, Dec. 9

Our awesome DM’s office holiday party is tonight, which means we have to reschedule our weekly “Storm King’s Thunder” session to tomorrow, Saturday, December. 9. Recap should go up early Sunday.

Same time (7p Pacific/10p Eastern), same channel!

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.

Streamed, recorded and uploaded every week. Subscribe for our weekly adventures. Join us live on Fridays at 7pm Pacific/10pm Eastern!

Previously on “Storm King’s Thunder”

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?”

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