The Culling of Dungeoneers

Session 0: The crucible (part 3)

The party started looking down the hallway at the Tome of Power sitting on an alter.

Before risking desegregation, the Dungeoneers decided to explore a bit.
Map of the area:

- The hallway heading north with the alter is the same as the image above. To the west is a fancy parlor that Valarel had taken us to. In the room to the south, the PCs found a storage closet with the following items:
- 2 Pints of ale
- crowbar
- lantern with oil (very old, but well made. Doesn’t show the signs of age one would expect)
- 10 sheets of parchment (From Tolsante Rook‘s personal stationary)
- 2 pints of wine
- flask of holy water (etched in silver is a children’s prayer of protection that was chanted before making a long journey)
- Vial of cooking oil
- Superior Padlock w/key
- 2 Javelins
- Set of flint & steel
- coil of 25 feet of rope.

The door to the north, however, had no handles, just the symbol of a weeping willow with two handprint indentions. The PCs placed their hands in the indentions, and were able to pass through the door into a large courtyard.

In the middle of the courtyard was a small stonehenge like structure with a roof and bas-relief images carved into them. The flowers and plants here were very well maintained, and some flowers that let off a very arousing sent (the same that the Courtesan used in her perfume). The Courtesan and Roald Dahlton decided to hang back, while the rest of the party examined the inside of the structure. On one of the pillars was an image identical to the rubbing that was found in the small sarcophagi (see the previous adventure log). However, as the PCs examined it, from the trees nearby, a figure emerged

The Dryad asked the adventurers if they were there to honor her, or (in a much scarier voice) to challenge her. Heretic quickly explained they had come to honor her, and the Dryad took a seat on the bramble throne, expectantly. The Heretic, Embalmer, and Wil Alder take turns singing songs and reciting poems of her beauty. After a brief moment where she becomes suspicious that a woman had been present (The Courtesan) she accepts the praise of the Dungeoneers, and asks which of them will marry her. The Heretic accepts and gets turned into a tree.

The Dryad, pleased with her new tree husband, offers Wil and the Embalmer a boon. Wil asks to leave safely, and is given a suit of armor made of vines and branches. The Embalmer asks for knowledge of the Tome of Power, which causes the Dryad to open a hidden panel behind the carving on the pillar, and inside was 100 silver pieces and the Tome of Power

The party quickly headed back into the keep, the explore the Sitting room they had previously visited when meeting with Valarel. After adjusting the clock to the next hour, they heard a 4-note medley that they assumed was a tune that corresponded to the bells in the entry room of the castle (they were wrong). After turning the clock to midnight, a secret panel opened up behind them. The wall behind the secret panel was false, and after some “forceful” tactics, they managed to gain access to a long, narrow tunnel. Down the tunnel, the found a grate in the floor, and a large room below. After removing the grate, the party lowered down Wil Alder on a rope, where he saw a figure in armor with a sword standing, and blood all over the floor. He shot the guy with a crossbow, which triggered 9 more of the figures to appear, and magic missile Wil to death before we could pull him up. Wil Exploded.

Cutting our losses, we went back to the main room to test our our bell theory (it didn’t work)

Heading back to the pool room, we examined the door to the west. Inside, we saw a stained glass door to the south,

and the entrance to a labyrinth further west. Grabbing some chalk from the fallen body of one of our comrads, we marked our path, and eventually found a frozen obelisk of ice with a sword inside, lit by a mysterious blue light from above. The light appeared to be emanating from a frowning face of Tolsante Rook carved into the ceiling above. The ice was obviously magical, and without any method of melting it, we went back to the stained glass door, and went inside to the chapel.

At the far end of the chapel was a large velvet painting:

On a side table, the woman in the painting’s body was resting in a glass tank of water filled with goldfish (asleep like Snow White); and on the back wall was a basin of blue water. Roald Dahlton reached in to taste the water, and…




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