Dungeons and Dragons: In Search of the Unknown #2

This week was supposed to kick off a new campaign starting with Keep on the Shadowfell, however with the people we were playing with more flaky than a packet of breakfast cereal the only person to actually turn up was Dave. So it was back into the Unknown once again, in search of riches, treasure and the Bag of Devouring...

The Forsaken awoke from his slumber in the wreck of the Wizard's Workroom where he had fought the gnome some time ago. Fresh and ready to begin his search for the Bag of Devouring, he first investigated the laboratory next door. He was a little surprised to discover a skeleton hanging over the far corner of it, and made a point of crushing its skull to prevent the skeleton from giving him a much larger surprise later on. The room did not at first appear to have much else to offer, apart from a small smoked-glass bottle on the table. The Forsaken had no way of knowing what was inside it, but he did not trust whatever substance lay within. His suspicions were confirmed when he hurled it against the wall, whereupon the gas issued forth; he never found out what the substance was, as he chose that moment to leave and allow time for the gas to dissapate... On returning to the room, The Forsaken found amongst other things a coffin propped up against the wall; he cracked it open to find what he recognised as an Amulet of Protection. With the memory of the battle with the Scorpion still etched in his mind, he took the amulet and continued on...

He remembered there was another secret door in the opposite side of the door and went across to investigate what the denizens of the dungeon would want to keep hidden from view. He found a simple store room with around 60 barrels full of things like meat, salt and coal. Some of the foodstuffs were a little stale but it survival became an issue, the Forsaken now knew where he could find something to eat. There was, however, one little problem...

Fearsome, if not particularly accurate...

Out of nowhere, a spider leapt at the Forsaken. Perhaps due to the surprise, the spider misjudged the attack and did not manage to do any damage to the Forsaken, who was having none of it and brought his bastard sword around for an attack. The spider suffered a substantial blow and leapt off to hide within the barrels. Not wishing to play a game of hide and seek with a creature with half his size and eight times his agility, The Forsaken stomped off to where there were no barrels in the room. The spider crawled across the barrels, lined up his attack and made a powerful leap towards the Revenant Cleric, only to have the Cleric dodge out of the way just in time and the spider slammed into the wall. A little dazed, it was unable to respond as The Forsaken cut off a couple of its legs, but it made a ferocious counter attack, biting the Revenant but never quite managing to poison him. Eventually the spider, tired from a fight it hadn't a hope of winning, was impaled by the sword, then unceremoniously scraped off.

The fight had tired The Forsaken as well, so he was pleased to find amonst the barrels a small box containing a little gold in there. He was less pleased to discover on leaving the room that a couple of barbaric humans had ambused him, after hearing the commotion with the spider in the other room. When The Forsaken, not being one to suffer fools, had satisfied himself that there was nothing helpful or even intelligent that either of these men had to say to him, he dispatched them both very quickly.

The Forsaken continued to search the dungeon. Now that the Raven Queen had given him the task of finding the Bag of Devouring, he knew he must leave no stone unturned until he found it. Returning to the bedroom he had originally slept in, he broke open some closets in there to find a substantial amount of gold that should see him proud, should he ever have cause to spend it. He happened across what appeared to be a library, which had what looked like a small chest in there. However as the library had also become home to another Stormclaw Scorpion, The Forsaken decided that if it came to it, he should hire help to clear the dungeon. This feeling was further enforced when he came across a different room where a Carrion Crawler had made its nest....

Things became more interesting for The Forsaken when he entered a room with a glowing, blue gem on a plinth. When he tried to pick it up, it became apparent that neither the gem nor the plinth was going anywhere. However, when he then left the room, he appeared to be in a completely different place. Confused, the Revenant walked along the ever-twisting corridors, and arrived at a blacksmith's forge. There was little there of value to him; the weapons there were useful but not in comparison to the bastard sword he was already using. The forge lead onto another room, which appeared to be a storage room for the fuel for the furnance in the forge. There was also a pit dug there, with an iron ring to tie a rope around, but before he could investigate further there was an interruption...

Really didn't want anyone else going in that hole...

The ghostly spirit of a fallen warrior accosted the Forsaken and began a furious assault, tearing into his undead flesh. The Revenant fought back for a while, but the insubstantial form of the ghost proved too much for him to keep up for long. Instead, he tried to find out why the ghost was attacking him, reasoning that as they were both undead, they should have a certain kinship about them...

The plan appeared to work. The ghost, for his own reasons, seemed to want to prevent anybody from going down the hole. The Forsaken informed the ghost that this would not be necessary; he was looking for The Bag of Holding and asked the ghost if he knew where it was. The ghost didn't know, but appeared satisfied that it was not the Forsaken's intention to go into the hole. With some difficulty, the ghost raised a finger, pointed at the logs and said 'over there...'

It looked like this...

The logs turned out to be concealing a magical mace. While not particularly stronger than his bastard sword, the Forsaken recognised that it had the potential to increase his output of damage, so he chose to take it and use it in the upcoming fights. However, his experience in the dungeon had convinced him that he could not complete his task alone. He decided to venture back to Fallcrest, to look for reinforcements, and he knew just where to start...

In the Lower Keys, where the River Rats group were bullying early morning traders into paying more than they should for the goods they were taking on, The Forsaken stood silently, and was eventually met by Carson, the man who'd sent him on the quest to the dungeon in the first place. After handing over the statuette of the Raven Queen as insurance, the Forsaken was instructed to return to him in the evening where Carson would provide him with some reinforcements. He needed time to search for people low-key enough so that no one would notice if they went missing and certainly couldn't accompany The Forsaken himself, but he'd find someone...

Coming next week...

Ahlo, the Human Fighter

Ezra, the Elven Rogue