Session 16: Many Roads PART ONE

Gribble grable gree
Gribble grable gree
A gribble is for you
A grable is for me!

Thank you. That’s an old gnomish epic poem laid out by one of our foremost historians Tibbit “Pringles” Sanchez.

Whenever I’m in danger and fear for my life, I remember his stunning prose, brave use of meter, and evocative imagery to get me through the moment. Brings a tear to a young gnome’s eye.

After defusing all of the traps with a cunning use of mage hand my party literally slobbered their way through a magical ship. There we found four chests locked with a magical puzzle that I luckily was cunning enough to interpret.

There were some mushroom guys that grew out of the ground and begged to have their asses kicked. We obliged. This is why periodic deep cleaning and probably a dehumidifier is so important for the dark, humid areas of your basement or flying airship.

With new magical loot in tow and a magical sacks that lead back to our own personal chests, we approached the heart of the ship— where a pissed off abyssal ape was upset about something and acting basically unreasonably.

I got tossed around like Sherwynna on prom night. The ape died eventually.

Coaxed forward by what may be the sentient heart of this ship, I approached a glowing orb in the center of the room. It bade me touch it, and I obliged.

What’s next? OH!

Gribble Grable Gree.

Session 15: They on a Boat

It was with a heavy heart that I watched my friends climb to the air ship. Partially because I lack the strength necessary to climb the rope and join them, and partially because I have found myself with a group of people who just enter what is clearly private property in broad daylight without a second thought. One cannot always choose their lot, to be sure. I watched a rabbit graze in a patch of grass and thought about slitting it’s throat with my cursed dagger. MONDAYS, AM I RIGHT?

What I suspected as a struggle was confirmed with the falling of a suit of armor from the sky. If I couldn’t make it up then my familiar certainly could. My eyes got that milky look you always see when wizards do some badass shit— an illusion, of course— and kai took the galley and stone cold lighting bit some fools.

After a couple of iterations of my pet— all slaughtered easily, I had to find a way to get up there myself. After straining the limits of my knowledge concerning teleportation I narrowly made it to the deck of the amazing, floating ship.

The rest of the automatons were dispatched with, and before Sherwynna could distastefully ransack the place and strip the brass railings for scrap metal I heard a mysterious voice communicating with me telepathically from a container in the middle of the ship…

Session 10: Howl

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