Against the Giants: Session Two, Part One

I was a little late for the session after that; by the time I joined the cavalier was dying from poison (The cleric managed to get a slow posion on her but even so...) and we had found a whole crap-load of treasure, including I believe the magic chain. We put it away in our portable hole. (Where we got that I don't know, but basically it's like one of those holes disney cartoons use to get through a wall. portable, and can store alot of stuff.) Unfortunaetly one way or another we had disturbed the guardians of the treasure, a group of manticores. I was knocked unconscious in the first volley and the cleric used up her remaining cure lights on me. a couple other guys were hit bad but I was the only one seriously hurt. We then discovered another room stocked with several chests. Both our thieves set to work on one end...

And the gnoll decides to look at the chests on the other end. Before any of us can say anything...

*Roll roll*

"You find a handful of silver peices".

A collective (but mental) sigh of relief is felt across the table.

"I search the chest for a false bottom!"


He was not so lucky the second time, he felt a prick in the finger and started to turn blue.

And that was that.

No more traps, just a dead Gnoll, several hundred gold peices, and a few potions, an antidote for poision (Too bad for the gnoll) and a wand. The kid took it pretty well, actually, just asked for another character sheet and spent the next half-hour asking questions and debating what character he should roll up. I half-expected him to break out in tears.

There was nothing else we found in that secret passageway, so we headed back and found ourselves at the multiple fork again. We headed left and slaughtered a group of stone giants.

This was where our groups infamous "Giants swag" meme began.

"Each of the giants has a large bag on them"

"I search the bags"
*Roll Roll*
*Roll Roll*
*Roll Roll*
"Inside one of the bags, you find a clump of mouldy cheese"
"I throw it out. What else?"
"Holey socks"
"As in clerical?"
"No, as in socks with holes in them. More cheese, a bent copper peice the size of your head, a child's doll,, moldy bread, loose string, and a few rocks.

Stares

"That's IT?"

Needless to say we don't check the giant's bags anymore.

Bound and gagged in one of the loose fur piles, however, was a half-elf. We untied him and he introduced himself as a druid. This was the kid's new character. I forget his name, though I'll have to ask him...

This next piece is a short narrative that I wrote at the time, trying to convey what things were like in there. A Giant's Hall is not a pleasant place.

Despite the flickering torchlight, and the mage's many layers of clothing, it was cold, rough and damp. He hated being underground. Enclosed on all sides, no air, no light, no clear sky...

Tovena'ar shifted, and shivered.
"I am no dwarf” he muttered.

“Quiet!” The Halfling hissed.

Though he was more than a few feet away from the short little halfling, sharp elven ears picked up barely registered notes of sound.

“One... no, two... heavyset... hairy...

Elsewhere other members of the Greyhawk Heroes busied themselves. Sharpening blades, loosening and tightening armor straps. Spugnoir the wizard the muttering in his own arcane tongue, at once different and yet similar to Tovena'ar's own, more subtle tongue; whilst Rhonda and the... wild elf were muttering between eachother... Rhonda seemed to have a way with people, particularily among elves. Though she claimed nobility, Tovena'ar, having come from a minor house in the Grey Homelands himself, knew her to lie. Nothing more than a overreaching, multi-talented girl, who actually conversed to the lesser races!

The Halfling straigthtened up, and motioned the rest over.

“There's a couple of bugbears in the room. We should have a silence spell and a few...

Abruptly, Hwonalon shoved the Halfling aside and headed for the door. Amidst a sputtering of protest, and before anyone else could react, he assumed a quasi-regal air and threw open the door.

“Behold! Your King, Hwonalon, of Bugbears and Gnolls, has arrived!”