Notes from Lohengrin 005

2021 JUN 05

Travel Notes by Lohengrin Van Asche VII

Part Five

New Clothes, New Hat, New Traveling Alchemy Kit; New Lohengrin Mildred Sherrinford Coriander Van Asche III.

Maybe I should shorten that; New Loh. New Miles? Corry?

Dread.

No, just Loh… Loh is fine.

I did not get much rest last night. Fortunately, I had managed to get a few hours of sleep before the whole… ordeal… so I am rested enough for the day. I left early, as soon as I saw the sunrise, and went shopping. I know, I know, there is nothing ‘new’ about me going shopping, but I need to acquire a few new things to put my new image together. First thing first, I picked up an Alchemy kit. I do know alchemy, it comes up a LOT in the Sir Locke Adventures, and I have been using a few minor mixtures to help me sleep during my adventure… but, I know a lot more than just sleeping spells, and it’s about time I show these people what I can do; it’s about time I make use of everything I know.

I also custom ordered a leather bracelet with the letters “WWNJD” stamped into it. What Would Narniana Jones Do?

I wasn’t at the… Brothel… when everyone else woke, but I was informed that Durell bought everyone breakfast. The group discussed the day’s plans, then went to the (temple?) to purchase healing potions. I met them as they were heading back.

Durell filled me in on what was intended for the day. It seems he had a contact in Middleton, and that contact was, at the time, imprisoned. The group, minus Murfria and Bobalberry who opted to wait in town, left for the Keep. Durell requested to see the prisoner and the guards were happy to oblige. I waited outside to avoid ‘intimidating’ the contact… so… Durell took the giant, George, and the laughing man, Thorne. Durell returned a bit later, offered to pay the guards for the release of their prisoner, then returned again with a very filthy-looking individual.

Old Lohengrin may have commented on the lady’s appearance, but not Loh. I bit my tongue and stayed with the group.

Everyone did their own shopping while waiting for the disg-… the lady to wash up. Once everyone was ready, Durell’s new friend shared what they knew about the dungeon we were looking for. It seems we were quite nearby. The lady led us all south down the road we’d just traveled, to the adventurer’s guild in the neighboring town. We planned to use an invisibility spell on everyone so that we may sneak off into the woods unseen by the locals, and that is what we did. Before long, we were off into the woods searching for an entrance.

After a brief journey, Durell’s friend stopped and pointed at a hillside. She indicated that the entrance was buried right there. George and Bobalberry dug it out. Before long, an opening is found and the entire group is heading inside. Tom led the way, checking for any traps beneath the leaves. His methods were unconventional, not like anything I’ve ever read about, but he has real-world experience; I trust him.

A tapestry hid a wooden wall, boarding up the entry. George used his head – and smashed into the wall, but the wall didn’t budge. He tried a few more times, but the wall remained unmoved. Then George, Tom, and Murfria all began prying boards loose until the entry is clear. Tom led the way and almost immediately found a trap… by falling into it. George reached the edge of the pit before I could. He triggered the hidden doors, and I wedged one side open so it wouldn’t close again. I almost wish I hadn’t as inside was Tom climbing the wall and a massive swarm of skeletal rats.

Lohengrin would have screamed… Loh stood fast and offered Tom a hand. Even when the rats swarmed over the edge and began to bite, I did not waver. Tom, however, lost his grip and fell back into the pit. He stopped moving. 

Murfria dove between George and me, throwing one end of a rope to George. Fortunately, George caught the rope before Murfria hit the ground. Murfria force-fed Tom a healing potion, then George and I pulled them both backup. George then stomped the rats into a fine powder. 

Tom and I fixed the trap closed so we could all walk across it. On the other side, I found two more pit traps. Tom didn’t notice them, but he did just die recently so he might be a bit distracted.

Everyone crossed the pit without error as we checked the door for traps. George removed the large bar across the door and everyone stood back as he swung open. We found a long corridor inside. Tom and I went ahead. This corridor had a LOT of arrow traps, but they were all triggered by the door on the other end. Tom disabled the mechanism and opened the door, then slammed it shut again when a howling skull screamed at him. I’m not sure what happened for a few minutes after that, I lost all hearing and was a bit disoriented. 

George and Tom teamed up to kill the flying skull. 

The room beyond was massive, with stairs leading into a sunken section, then up the other side to a series of pillars. Shortly after we all entered, there was a loud clang in the hall behind us; I assumed that was the door slamming shut, and I later found I was right. Immediately after the sound, a cold mist started rising from below. I tried to charge down the stairs, but instead of finding myself at the bottom of the steps, I found myself back at the top. A few others tried the stairs and found themselves in the same situation; back at the top.

I asked Murfria for her rope, intending to jump over the edge and climbing down since the stairs were broken. I asked George to hold the other end, and just as he took it, Murfria grabbed the other end and leaped over the edge. She landed safely on the floor and went to check on a glowing pedestal at the center of the room. When she got near, she suddenly began screaming and came running back up the stairs.

George ran down the other flight of stairs and charged for the pedestal, as Tom climbed over the wall, avoiding the stairs. I tried the stairs again but just wound up at the top. George tried to break the pedestal but was unsuccessful. Durell cast a Breeze spell, centered on George, to clear his view so that he could inspect the pedestal. Three glowing orbs floated past George, and they seemed to reveal hidden objects; like a golden disk at the base of the pedestal. When George pressed on the disk, all the pain George and Murfria felt suddenly stopped. The mist, however, kept coming.

The mist eventually reached the ceiling, and no one died… so we concluded it probably wasn’t deadly, just obscuring.

As everyone is working their way down the magical stairs, George and Tom climb the stairs on the other end of the room towards the pedestal and a painting. George falls into another pit trap, but he was really big at the time since Thorne cast enlarge on him when he was still fighting the pedestal. I imagine that helped? Maybe he didn’t fall so far.

Everyone gets together to pull George out of the hole. 

We continue to investigate the room and find that we are trapped. There are massive gates on either end of the room, to the left and right, there is a stairway leading down, and a painting at the back of the room that is casting a freezing spell so no one can get near it without suffering the extreme cold.

Tom fired an arrow with a rope at the painting, and it passed right through! It seems there is a hidden room back there, but we can’t get close enough without freezing to death.

The gates are locked, and with some work and inspection, we discover that the locks are fake so we can’t pick them and open the gates.

As we’re investigating, we hear voices behind one of the gates, talking about how fun it is going to be when the gates open, and how… we will find out in the morning; then the locks on the gates start ticking, like a timer.

We prepare ourselves for the gate to fly open and unleash whatever hell it separates us from. I decided to try and secure an escape route in case things get too rough, and check on the door by the stairs down. They’re trapped with folding stairs that turn into a slide, so I disable the trigger and check the door, which is also trapped. Again, I disable the mechanism, then call Tom to see if he can pick the lock. He does, and again, I wish we hadn’t. The door is shoved open, slamming against Tom and me, and revealing a room full of undead with glowing green eyes.

We close the door.

We need the help of George to push the door closed again so Tom and secure the lock. We decide that we are truly trapped.

The voices behind the door suggest that the gate isn’t going to open until tomorrow morning, so until then, we are free to rest and investigate the room. We decide to rest for the night and tackle whatever the morning has in store for us. We try to rest in the corridor so we can keep a closed door between us and everything else, but the large door at the other end attacks us when we enter, so we’re forced to sleep at the top of the weird, magic stairs.

I volunteered to take first and second watches so I can run through my old journal and find some of my notes on alchemy. Tomorrow, I will show them what I’m truly capable of.

Notes from Lohengrin 004.5

2021 MAY 08

Travel Notes by Lohengrin Van Asche VII

Part Four (B)

The rest of the day did NOT involve normal-sized things!

No, we barely managed 3 hours of travel before being stopped by GIANT HORNETS!u00a0 Dragonbait charged ahead with Bobalberry uselessly yanking at his reigns. I guess the giant Chameleon is fond of giant insects. I did see it eat two of those giant fire beetles last night.

We made very quick work of the hornets. Our team works very well together; except for George’s brother. That man is strange. He sits in the wagon all day laughing like a madman whose eaten far too many mushrooms. I think it is commendable of George to take care of such a special needs sibling, particularly whilst amidst an adventure.

Around midday, we pulled over when Murfria noticed a monk charging up from behind us. They stopped and introduced themselves as Shedad; a Monk on their way to DungeonVille to seek a master. I collected their story and acquired their autograph for authenticity, then we continued onward toward Crump Castle.

Just outside of Crump Castle we were swarmed by a group of children. They seemed poor but in good spirits. I gave them each a gold coin and they ran off to a group of thugs. The thugs seemed ready for action, but when they saw who we were, they reconsidered and averted their gaze.

Inside Crump Castle, we found a group dancing in the street. I could not help myself and I joined them. They eventually went to the tavern, but the rest of my party was ready to leave. It seemed like a good opportunity to collect stories and information, but I left before I was abandoned. We continued on to Middleton, just up the road. The guards outside were collecting entrance fees. It seems my party does not agree with paying their fees and taxes, but I am a law-abiding citizen and I paid the toll for them.

I-

My magic continues to grow more powerful, to a point now that is beginning to scare me. I did not even mean to cast a spell, but I somehow put one of the guards to sleep at the gate. I tried my best to rectify the situation and offer my help in waking him. Again, my party tried to continue on without me as I was helping the guard. I left my water skin with them and hurried to catch up.

I think I should meddle less in the arcane and leave the spell casting to Durell. I am too powerful and I lack control.

We finally reached Middleton, where there is only one inn. It is not a very good inn, but it will suffice. Durrell when to stay at the brothel. I would not have taken him for such an individual, but I guess I do not know him very well. Later in the evening, Durell sent word that the entire party should abandon their rooms and taken up residence at the brothel.

Disgusting!

I initially refused, but everyone else agreed and I will not not be a team player. The staff here has been surprisingly accomodating. I will have to rate them well at the next adventuring guild I find.

I look forward to a restful night after such a long journey. As we are inside a city, I can’t imagine I will be accosted in the night.

Goodnight.

(Hastily written words continue at the bottom of the page. They are clearly of Lohengrin’s hand, but rushed with no concern for neatness)

WHAT IS WRONG WITH THESE PEOPLE?!
I have been nothing but kind and helpful to them and they SEND SOMEONE TO RELEASE THEIR BLADDER UPPON ME IN MY SLEEP?!u00a0

I have followed these people into battle! I have utilized my healing magic for them! I have offered my knowledge and guidance as best I know how and they torment me as I rest?! I understand jealousy, but this is a whole new level.

What would Sir Locke do? He would likely shrug it off as something beneath him and devote himself more to the task at hand.

Very well. If I am unliked by these people then that is no concern of mine. I was hired by Durell, and he is the only one I must please. Time to put on my Narniana Jones hat and begin to ask myself… WWJD… What Would Jones Do.

(Further down the page is a short list in letters so small they are barely legible)

New Hat/Outfit
New Journal
Alchemist’s toolkit
Ingredients/Chemicals
More Ink

How would I look in adventurer’s leathers?

Notes from Lohengrin 004

2021 MAY 08

Travel Notes by Lohengrin Van Asche VII

Part Four (A)

(The text on the page is not as neatly written as it has been. The letters are large and uneven, as if written by a child learning to write.)

Hello journal of fancy man. Bobalberry see you are not happy. Bobalberry accepts responsible for write for you.

Bobalberry watches. Protects barn while giants sleep. Giants sleep a lot. Every time sun sinks, giants sleep. Bobalberry does not sleep. Bobalberry awake. Bobalberry watches.

Murfria approaches giant shelter, but is not Murfria. Not Murfria asks to sleep inside. Bobalberry does not acquiesce. Bobalberry says no. Not Murfria says mean thing to Bobalberry. 

Magic man opens door like fool. Does not know not Murfria. Not Murfria could be abomination. Magic man says not murfria can enter. Bobalberry closes door, says no. Magic man says yes. Bobalberry abides.

Not Murfria is named Bobo. Bobalberry does not like name Bobo. Sounds like clown. Bobo seek shelter from rain. Magic man say Bobo can stay. Bobalberry agitated, but Bobalberry ascends above, and Bobalberry apologize. Bobalberry give Bobo apple for peace. Bobo takes apple, then get mad for apple farts. Bobalberry not know Bobo allergic. Bobo ne——–

(A large ink splot and a streak of ink spreads across the lower half of the page. There are a few smudges that look like leaf prints, and a few fingerprints, then the writing continues in a well-practiced script. Neat, even, and familiar.)

If these weren’t the last pages I possessed, I would discard this page and start anew. Alas, I have no choice but to continue on this soiled sheet. I suppose I needn’t reiterate what Bobalberry has already so eloquently stated inside my journal. Instead, I will continue where he- sh- Bobalberry left off.

I was not in the barn when Bobo arrived, I was in the farmhouse like a civilized person, so all I know of Bobo’s arrival is second-hand from Bobalberry. It seems Bobo is a terrible person, but for some reason, everyone seems to trust them. I refer to Bobo as “them” because Bobalberry seems to be incapable of distinguishing the difference between male and female humanoids. I thought this curious until I realized I had no idea what gender Bobalberry was. When I asked, Bobalberry seemed offended and climbed out my window to plant themselves in a garden box downstairs.

Bobo, from my understanding, is a halfling barbarian, just like Murfria. I did not see them during any of the events of the night, so I can offer no description or details of their existence. I know only that they exist, and they are traveling in a similar direction as we are.

Tara woke me in the middle of the night and informed me that there was trouble at the barn. It seems that a swarm of Fire Beetles dropped from the sky during Bobalberry and Murfria’s watch. The group was already engaged in combat when I arrived. I offered what assistance I could, but between George, Murfria, and the Giant Chameleon, there was little left to do by the time I reached them. I bid them all a good night and returned to bed.

Of course, this group can’t seem to stay out of trouble and they found themselves facing a giant pig. I don’t understand how everything is so big! Back home, we had normal-sized pigs, and lizards, and beetles.

I knew the group could handle things without me, so instead of running to their aid, I tended to packing my things and preparing for departure. By the time I returned to them, they had defeated the pig and harvested it. Fortunately, they left the pig with the farmer so we didn’t have to travel with all of its stinking meat.

I am hoping the rest of the day will involve normal-sized things.

(To Be Continued)

Creation Notes: Bobalberry

Character Creation Notes for: Bobalberry Fairymoss

Race

Heheheh…

Have you ever heard of a Leshy? I never had, and as soon ad I heard of them I wanted to create one. If you don’t know them, Leshy are small, sentient creatures made of plants. They’re essentially sentient plants.u00a0 There are a variety of them made of different types of plants, like vines, gourds, and even flytraps.

Bobalberry is a Vine Leshy, made from grapevines… his stomach acid is wine, we decided.

As a Vine Leshy, Bobalberry can post short vide-… nope, wrong vine. Bobalberry gets +2 to Constitution and Wisdom, and -2 to intelligence.

He also has Plantspeech and Pass Without a Trace as constant spell-like abilities, and can turn into a small vine plant at will.u00a0 He can consume food but can survive on water and sunshine alone… and he loves maneur.

Attributes

This mofo rolled pretty dang high: 13, 13, 14, 15, 15, 16.

Whatever I put into Intelligence will be dropped by 2, and I think an unintelligence Leshy will be fun to play anyway; 13 – 2 = 11 Intelligence.

He’s going to be a Cleric, so Wisdom is a must. Fortunately, he gets a +2 to wisdom. 16 + 2 = 18 Wisdom.

I’ll put the 14 in Constitution (+2 for 16 CON), then the 13 in Strength. That leaves two 15s for Charisma and Dexterity.

Final attributes:

Str: 13
Dex: 15
Con: 16
Int: 11
Wis: 18
Cha: 15

That’s a point-buy of 35. This tiny fella is stacked.

Class

We need a healer. I would go straight Cleric, but I like to give my characters classes that blend with their background. Bobalberry was made by Druids and IS a plant creature, so the first level is Druid. Since birth, he was raised to tend to plant life and heal others, so second level Cleric with the Plant and Animal domains.

Skills

Clerics only get 2 skill points, but Druids get 4. Bobalberry doesn’t get an intelligence bonus. At second level, that’s 6 in total. Plus 1 for Favored Class (cleric) and Bobalberry has a total of 7 skill points at level 2.

Being a plant creature with an automatic bonus in Climb, I’m going to put one point in climb (7-1=6).

Bobalberry is very small (only 1ft 6in!) and already gets a good, Natural Stealth bonus. Let’s boost that. 1 point to stealth (6-1=5).

Being a druid, he would have knowledge of Nature, and some good survival instinct. +1 to both of those (5-2=3).

Perception is always useful, so 1 point there (3-1=2)

Bobalberry is going to have an animal companion, so I’m going to put 1 point in Animal Handling, and the last remaining point into Ride.

Our DM grants us 2 points every level to spend on Craft, Profession, and Performance skills. I’m going to put 2 points into Profession Gardener, and 2 into Profession Farmer.

Those seem appropriate.

With Racial bonuses, Bobalberry now has a Stealth skill at 16! And it boosts up to 20 if he’s in the forest.

Feats

Bobalberry is going to have a Giant Chameleon companion. Seeing as he starts as a Level 1 Druid and a Level 1 Cleric, and I intend to level up his Cleric, I am taking Boon Companion to increase the health and abilities of the Chameleon (named Dragonbait). This will give Dragonbait a 4 level boost, keeping him relevant until I can get the Cleric to level 4 at which point the Chameleon will start leveling up with Bobalberry’s Cleric Animal Domain level.

Traits

Bobalberry is Honest (+1 to Diplomacy, +2 if they’re friendly) to a fault. I don’t think he really knows how to lie. He never needed to in the past, so that’s a good trait for him.

I decided to up his Stealth a little more and gave him Wisdom of the Flesh, which allows me to take one Dexterity-based skill (stealth) and use his Wisdom modifier for it instead. This changes his +3 to a +4 on Stealth Checks.

Because Bobalberry is so incredibly honest and not very knowledgeable of the world outside his druidic circle, I decided to take a Drawback as well. Bobalberry has the Naive drawback which gives him a -2 AC vs improvised weapons and a -2 CMD against dirty trick maneuvers.

Extras

During our last combat, Bobalberry ran into 3ft tall grass and got lost. He was trying to charge at the enemy but I rolled for random direction and instead he wound up charging into Lohengrin’s leg.

Bobalberry rides a giant chameleon.

Bobalberry uses a Wand of Cure Light Wounds with a thorn tied to the tip as a small spear.

Bobalberry has the goodberry spell, and I’ve tweaked it so that the berries grow on him like grapes. It’s awkward.

He can also make wine by vomiting, so… that’s fun.