Nightal 6th, 1372 DR The Year of Wild Magic
Day 57 – Morning (Time suspended while in pyramid)
The Pyramid of Shadows, The Forest Temple (of Edna)
After resting (yet again) in the Rathaus and recovering from our single combat of the day we decide to continue exploring the plant creature area. Doc is still somewhat delicate after the pig feast so he chooses to stay behind in the relative safety of our camp and continue his recovery.
On exiting the room Cymbalta spies muddy tracks in the corridor; it appears that something passed by this way as we slept but whatever it was chose not to enter our room. We follow the tracks which lead back to the Shambler Pit and on into what we believe to be a wooded temple area.
Spurning all thoughts of stealth or tactics, having proven sufficiently that neither works, we stride purposefully into the room and proceed to spread out as far from each other as possible. This is obviously such a stupid thing to do that whoever resides here will know we could not have done it on purpose and therefore it must be some sort of cunning plan. But we, knowing that we have done it on purpose will know that it is not; but they will not know that we know and so we shall know what they don’t know that we know … you know.
A large tree creature stands near an altar behind which an Arborean Priest chants. He looks up at out approach and yells:
“Surrender Now or suffer the consequences”
“Okay, we accept your surrender but it will have consequences” yells back Happy
For some reason this causes the priest to slap his forehead and say “Oi Vey”
See combat video on YouTube at: H3 C4 Temple of Verdant Rage P1
See combat video on YouTube at: H3 C4 Temple of Verdant Rage P2
Silence falls as the last quivering pile of animated vegetation falls to the ground and the party is finally able to take stock of what has happened and the losses they have suffered. Parts of Robb lie scattered about where the Shambling Mound has disgorged them; his body falling apart from being covered with the digestive acids of the creature. Haggis too has fared no better as yet another pile of slowly dissolving bones and hair attests.
“He is dead”, cries Cymbalta his voice filled with despair, “My brother of the hunt is gone and it is all your fault. You pathetic dwarves charged in without any thought to what may occur and this is the result. Why did I let myself and my brother follow you when your failings are so clear. You have no purpose, no goal, there is no honour in your battles nor reason for your trials. You just stagger about drunkenly from one combat to the next with no rhyme nor reason but to fill your bellies and play your silly little drinking games. You cannot even see what is happening right under your red bloated noses. I thought that joining you would bring honour and glory to my clan as we battled the forces of Orcus but you have led me astray with your pathetic antics. My brother should have been given the chance to die a warrior’s death but instead this pointless end has reached him. Bah! I am done with you all.”
With that he leans down and cradles the decomposing head and shoulders of Robb against his chest and then reaches to grasp a strange amulet affixed among the many baubles in his hair.
“My Lady I beseech you. Take us back into your loving arms that I may return my brother to his clan and find solace away from these wayward laggards”.
With that a dark mist begins to form around the shapes of Cymbalta and Robb and a gentle woman’s voice speaks out:
“Return to me my children, come away from these honourless creatures and back into my embrace”
As the mist deepens Cymbalta and Robb begin to fade from sight and the Hunter provides one final parting comment
“I go now back to my home lands where my brother may gain the warrior’s farewell he deserves or, if our Lady is willing, perhaps even another chance for glory. One day we may meet again, but should that happen you had best have changed your ways. Find purpose in what you do or surely this land of yours is lost unto the ice”.
The mist blackens completely and then with a final flash it is gone along with Cymbalta and Robb. The dwarves, stunned by this turn of events can only stare at the slowly congealing pools left behind where Robb and Haggis once lay and wonder what course of action they should now take.
“Funny” says Happy. “That’s not the way I remember it at all. Robb ran in before any of us, got himself killed and Cymbo didn’t do squat to help him. Typical elf; always trying to blame us dwarves.”
“Most Strange” says Snow. “We all seem to have different views on what just transpired, maybe it’s some kind of plant hallucinogen, when it wears off we might come to some consensus as to what the real story is”
• Guardian Shield
Arborean Reaper, Arborean Watcher, Arborean Speaker, Shambling Mound, Ettercap Guard, Ettercap Webspinner
Big Bear, Plant Terror