The group immediately fell to discussing how much they could sell the magical blade for, and all three gave grim smiles to one another. Distracted by the great treasure they had found, Elanor was again surprised when something landed on her back and began clawing and biting at her neck. The ghoul, for that is what the creature was, had come out of the corridor they had ignored. Giving out a terrible howl, the creature expired instantly and slid off the glowing sword, leaving no blood or other trace on the blade the sword also did extra damage against undead.
While inspecting their temporary refuge, Serin noticed a round hole, three feet across, in the ceiling near the stone table. Using a large urn to climb up on, he clamored into the chamber above. Looking around with his torch, he found himself standing beside a large magical circle inscribed on the floor, with the now familiar demonic face image in the center of the circle.
Creeping over to the only door out of the chamber, Serin quietly opened it a crack and peered through. On the other side was a large chamber, containing stone columns, a large stone altar, and raised diases with more magical circles on them.
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Scattered across the floor was more evidence of past battle, and the far entrance was blocked by two large bronze doors obviously the backs of the doors they had seen earlier. Fearing to go further alone, Serin closed the door, returned to the hole, and rejoined his companions in the chamber below. With minds perhaps clouded by their hunger and fatigue, the group opted to go ahead and sleep in the embalming room. Thankfully, the night passed uneventfully finally some lucky rolls on their Make Camp move!
Deciding that they were safer dealing with the known dangers rather than any new ones, they opted to return back the way they had come and exit the Tomb to rest and forage for food in the nearby wilds. It was midday of the 4th day since they had left Freeport, and the group split up to forage. Serin and Linus found a handful of nutritious if bland tubers.
Unfortunately, she failed to notice the sand cat that had been stalking the rodent, and with a snarling howl, the beast leapt onto the most unlucky of Halflings another I allowed her to make a Help roil with DEX, but told her that if Linus missed anyway, she would be hit by the axe instead of the cat. Gathered by their campfire while Elanor roasted what little meat she could get off the lean sand cat and the others chewed the tough tubers, the group decided that they would risk entering the Tomb one more time before making the hungry hike back to town.
We did the end of session move, and the players were pleased to find that they were nearing enough XP to make second level Linus had 10, Serin 12, and the unlucky Elanor 17! The game certainly brought back the feel of early gaming for me.
They all said that they were convinced that their characters could die at any moment. Last edited: Sep 17, Atlictoatl Powered by the Apocryphal Validated User. That was a fun read. I just received my Freebooters and Perilous Wilds in the mail today! How did you locate that specific Dyson map I see it's dated April Is there a metatag search on the site?
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Thanks, John. Yeah, I'm on his Patreon, which means there's hundreds of files. I was starting to try to catalogue them, but it's a daunting task at this point. So I'm curious about your system. Do you have a print-out of the maps, or is it an electronic folder?
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