Session 18: Pod People

Danny's report:

Who's bright idea was it to go treading in this god forsaken cave. Must have been Vira's, and that assassin lad. Who are we to think adventure should be the ownly payment. Rituals are expensive after all! Vira always seems to be happy to help people for nothing. Must be a clerk thing, if she went to bard school she would see how the real world is like. Half the party is incapacitated from the mushrooms I slipped into the ale last night. I thought it would enhance the flavour of their "Premium" tank house ale. To think that bartender had the nerve try and charge 1 gold coin per pint. I could perform a full brewing ritual with 1 gold.

I could be enjoying the sub par company back at that local bar right now. Or better year be heading back to the main city for the finest wenches. Instead I am in the middle of nowhere or should I say the "Cave of pointless wondering". If there was some treasure or more action it wouldn't be so bad, but it has been so far uneventful. First we encountered a couple if vines that could pluck rocks out of the air. We dispatched these vine things with some fire and good old steel to the tendrils. I tried to feed them some mushrooms, but it didn't take. Apparently we met some pod people, but they weren't much for talking, so we cut them down. I was too high off these wonderful mushrooms at that point to do much but watch. I could have sworn that one of them was trying to talk to us but what would a plant say. We ended up wondering aimlessly until we arrived at a room full of mushrooms. Jackpot. To my disappointment they were not edible, instead they released a bunch of glowing spores when crushed. Discussing. We noticed however there was a floating rock in the room, it seemed attracted to light. I decided to capture it by using a sack, by coating the inside of it with glowing spores. It worked wonderfully. The sword-mage thought it would be a good pet, kind of like a balloon. We decided to call him Bob. Bob now follows us via a string attached to the sword-mage. At least I'm not dragging him around like the assassin, dwarf, rogue. Good thing I'm so muscular. I wonder if Vira notices my manliness.

We arrived after a few hours in the middle of what appears to be a nursery, full of moaning. We were certain it would be grateful villages waiting to be saved. Instead we find these vile tree monsters with dozens of eyes. There appearance offended the sword-mage who ended all chances of diplomacy by hacking the closest "tree" in half. Out of nowhere Vira, perhaps overcome by my manliness or blood rage, decides to risk her life by charging in the thick of things, blasting all of them with some divine radiance. If her goal was to impress me she managed to do that. However, she paid the price for her bravery as the trees decided to surround and lash at her mercilessly. I managed to pull her what was left of her out of the fray, with a blast of musically "chairs". The sword-mage and I made short work of the wounded trees. While engaging the trees, some spiders showed up out of nowhere behind us, but the Hep'ztar and Vira took care of them with Ramuh's help.

We emerged victorious, with minor wounds. Vira and I take some samples of these strange trees, they appear to have an Elven flare to them. Perhaps they have some sort of magical property.

After some more wondering, we finally arrive at a room with a glowing red pod suspended from the celling. I'll end the log here as I feel action shall be upon us.

-- Ashen

+250 XP