This is an Into the Oddish game (chargen houserules here) using DNGN as the adventure. Jeb the Cutpurse, Gus, Richter, Taki and Tabouli are now the adventuring party – Psychic Tiger Fodder (t-shirts available, all artist’s proceeds go to the World Wildlife Fund).
Two new players joined the game and so the room they were trying to get into last game had Gus (Augustus Tiberius Primus) and Richter, both wizard’s apprentices with no spells to speak of. We wrote off not remembering their existence to Psychic Tiger psionic damage.
There was a ghost in the room and Tabouli sought to put the soul to rest. I asked for a Will roll as he used the prayer of the Dragon-God he knew and with a success, he sent the soul to the Dragon God’s soul hoard, taking it from the Star God. Tabouli suddenly felt the very real feeling that he was playing in a game far above his paygrade.
A flame in one of the lamps in the room gave Tabouli a warning, “They are coming.” They used one of their domesticated mimics to brick over the door and so the Star God worshippers who were looking for the heretics did not find the party. I narrated a goofy conversation as they continued past where they had been sure there was a door but now there was none.
One of the moments of the game was when they looted a dead body and I mentioned it seemed to have a surgical scar on its chest. Jeb the Footpad decided the corpse must have a gem heart. To the disgust of his comrades, he cut open the body and found, not a gem heart but an expensive silver heart.
Richter: Are you okay with this, Conrad?
Conrad (the concussed Thief, the only survivor from the original adventuring party): One day I will call that young man Guildmaster and I’ll be proud to do so.
Tabouli tried to take some of the warm ice from the room but breaking it released a gas that did vicious damage to his lungs. Richter tried one of his grandma’s remedies and it worked (successful Will Save) to cure the Strength Damage that the gas had done to him.
Gus stared at the tapestries of ancient starship battles and nebulas and comets that several ghosts told Tabouli (he can see and talk to the dead) would likely drive their brain past reckoning. Gus passed his save and so I rolled and he got the spell, Clone, rattling around in his brain like a living, powerful thing. Gus’ player was looking for ways to use it creatively. Can’t wait to see what they do.
We don’t have spell descriptions but I defined the spell. “If you cast it on yourself you will create a perfect replica of yourself that will slumber unless disturbed. If you die and it stays sleeping, you will awaken in the clone. If the clone is awakened, it will try to kill you and take your place.”
Jeb checked the disgusting bug pool but found nothing, passing a save to keep from being really ill.
We hit 10 o’clock, our end-time, and are within a room or two from getting out of the dungeon. The characters who have been playing the whole time are Experts (2 level advancements). I told them that they realize that they have surpassed the adventurers they came in with.
Richter’s player mentioned that the rooms didn’t make much sense. It wasn’t a fortress or a prison. I gave my take on this dungeon, that it had made sense 10,000 years ago when it was first dropped into the earth but now it was a funhouse chaotic mess.
Based on the above poll from our gaming posse’s FB group the closest bit of civilization is an ancient city, ruled built by none who are remembered, only recently repopulated, ruled by a sorcerer-king. The whole thing is ancient and wicked. I dig it.
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