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Padhraig Prays...
Storm Lord,

I was only ever taught one prayer to you, just one.

"Not today."

Every sailor knows ever day might be their day, that day when you call them to you. Every sailor prays to you that this day is not their day.

My Magret teaches her flock many prayers, for many things, but sailors know only one because they need only one.

"Not today."

Now, though, I pray another prayer, not one I learned or practiced.

Today can be my day, if that is your wish. Just so long as it is his.

We have him marked and found, and his mad rogue has taken the orb to the Fenstalker, so if you can ever see Emrys on the deck of his Red Spear, now seems the time.

Let this be his day.
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Shogaming DnD campaign 1
Arrival in Neverwinter
“Did these goblins say where they came from?” Ash asked the group of captured patrons.

“They kept saying they were taking us to ‘the ancient one.’” replied the innkeeper, Kane, “they also mentioned orders from ‘the new god of hobgoblins.’”

Ash carefully examined the tracks in the vicinity of the inn as Arcanine began urinating on the hobgoblin warlord’s corpse. It was clear that the hobgoblins had come from the southeast.

“That’s the direction of Cragmaw Castle, isn’t it?” asked Kyron, “is that where they came from?”

“Possibly,” replied Ash, “but it’s impossible to extrapolate these tracks over that great of a distance without following them further.”

“What did they want from us?” asked a young girl, “why would they be so cruel?”

“Hobgoblins have been known to cook and eat children,” replied Ash.

The young girl immediately began sobbing.

“It’s ok! It’s ok!” Teejak tried to reassure her, “You’re alright now!”

In an act of generosity, Teejak began handing out 5 gp to each of the patrons that had been captured, including the little girl.

“Buy yourself something nice with that and forget what this mean ranger told you.”

Ash placed his hand on the girl’s shoulder. “You need to kill all goblins on sight,” said the ranger, “always be vigilant.”

“We don’t know why they were evil, little girl,” said Asbjorn.

“Goblins are inherently evil and deserve to die,” Ash interjected.

“I’m going to bed, try not to traumatize this little girl too much,” said Kyron, “we are definitely sleeping in tomorrow.”

“We should begin barricading the doors to the main inn building,” said Ash, “turn it into a fort for the night.”

As the group began barricading the inn, Teejak discovered another little girl who was still in hiding.

“It’s alright,” he reassured her, “you’re safe now.”

“Thank you,” said the girl timidly, “they said they were taking us to something called ‘the mind devourer,’”

“Don’t worry, you won't be seeing him anytime soon,” said Teejak as he escorted the girl back to the others, reuniting her with her sister.

After deciding that following the goblin tracks to their point of origin would not necessarily be helpful, Team America continued their journey to Neverwinter the following morning. After another day and a half of travel, the group crested one final hill on the High Road and was looking down at a large metropolis built where the Neverwinter River met the Sea of Swords.

“Scholars call it ‘the city of skilled hands’ and ‘the jewel of the north,’” Kyron recited the knowledge he had acquired from studying in his library. We should find plenty of vendors selling magical items here. Let’s buy what we need and then reconvene at the Half Full Flagon Inn, near the center of town.”

Neverwinter was, by far, the largest city Asbjorn had ever visited. As he walked its streets evidence of magic use was everywhere. Magical brooms swept the streets by themselves, magical rags washed windows, and children chased after magical flying paper birds. After walking several blocks Asbjorn arrived at “The Dragon’s Armor and Shields.”

After browsing the shop’s wares for a while, Asbjorn approached the counter, where an especially short gnome named Nimblenob greeted him.

“Welcome! Are you looking to buy or to sell?”

Asbjorn placed a magical scroll, his magical chain mail armor, his magical shield, and his magical crossbow on the counter.

“I’ll sell you this whole lot for 600 gp. In exchange I would then like to purchase the armor of invulnerability there and the sentinel shield for a total of 840 gp. So I would still owe you 240 gp for those items. Does that sound like a deal?”

“Yes! Yes! By all means! Don’t worry about the extra 240 gp!”

Before Asbjorn began his latest adventure, he would have taken the gnome at his word and made the exchange. But his time in Wave Echo Cave had taught him to be skeptical. Asbjorn motioned his hands and conjured a zone of truth inside the shop.

“I’m sorry sir,” said the gnome sternly, “but we have a strict policy; no spellcasting inside the shop. With all these magical items around there is a potential for.... Problems.”

“Sorry I’m not from around here and I have to be honest your behavior makes me worried something is bothering you.”

“Nothing is bothering me, I just enjoy closing a good deal is all.”

“Could I fancy you a beer?”

“Please no food or drink inside either, sir”

“Well my religion prevents me from closing a deal without having a drink.”

“Well, Volo doesn’t call us the most civilized city in all of Faerun for nothing! I will gladly accommodate your religion, sir.”

Asbjorn poured a drink for himself and was about to pour one for the shopkeeper when the gnome offered a mug of his own for the drink.

“To good business!” said the gnome as he raised his drink.

“To good business!” repeated Asbjorn, “May Ozrikotep bless the truth and curse those who would fool him.”

Both Asbjorn and the Nimblenob downed their beers.

“Do you feel that gnome? The power of Ozrikotep flows through you now! Ozrikotep will now know if what you do is good! Is that not great!?”

“This mug actually neutralizes poisons and magical effects from all liquids,” said the gnome, “So I can’t say I really feel anything but I’m glad you do!”

Asbjorn’s tone changed dramatically as he pulled out his Lord’s Alliance medallion.

“Let’s cut the shit are you fucking me over or do I need to report you to the local authorities?”

“Are you threatening me, master dwarf? This is an honest business, but if you want to take your gold elsewhere you are more than welcome.”

Asbjorn picked up his own gear off the counter.

“When you feel like being honest with me I’ll return here and then we can make a deal.”

The gnome flipped off Asbjorn as he stormed out of the shop.

Asbjorn next sought out the local headquarters of the Lord’s Alliance that Sildar had told him about. Upon entering, Asbjorn was greeted by Willas, a fairly obese human male wearing hide armor and wielding a wooden spear. Curled up beside Willas was a large dire rat. It was clear that Willas’s duties were primarily bookeeeping, the man did not look like he did much adventuring these days.

“Ah, old Nimblenob can be a sly one!” said Willas after Asbjorn had recounted his experience in Nimblenob’s shop.

“Let me guess, Did he try selling you ‘the armor of invulnerability?’” Willas asked

“Yes! The price seemed suspiciously low for an item of such power.”

“I’m pretty sure it’s cursed,” replied Willas, “It’s actually armor of vulnerability, not invulnerability.”

“That sly little weasel!” Asbjorn cursed.

“Good thing you didn’t put it on!”

“Is his other equipment legit?”

“You have to be careful shopping there, make sure you’ve prepared an identify spell to validate his items.”

“Do you know anyone selling diamonds?” asked Asbjorn.

“Yes! Smites Jewelers is just down the street. I’d be happy to help you determine the authenticity of our city’s magical wares as well if you like. Anything for a friend of Sildar Hallwinter!”

As Asbjorn and Willas left the Lord’s Alliance headquarters they immediately bumped into Teejak as he was roaming the streets.

Asbjorn! How are you this fine morning?” asked Teejak.

“I’ve been better. My friend Willas here is going to help me identify some magic items in one of these shops. The gnome inside tried to sell me cursed armor!”

Willas had already begun gnawing on a turkey leg.

“Well met! Are you a member of the Alliance as well?” Willas extended a greasy hand to Teejak, but the rogue avoided it by giving a slight bow.

“No, I’m not much of a brawler, but I do know Sildar Hallwinter as well.”

Willas chucked the remainder of his turkey leg to his dire rat animal companion.

“What a cute puppy!” remarked Asbjorn.

“Splinter here is actually a dire rat… but it’s a common mistake.”

“So are we heading to kick this gnome’s ass, or perhaps something a bit more… subtle?” asked Teejak.

“Hopefully there will be no need for violence,” said Asbjorn, “but perhaps some additional muscle might help persuade him to be honest about his goods.”

The trio set off toward Nimblenob’s shop.

“There’s something you two should probably know before we head in there…” said Willas, “Nimbnob’s shop is under the protection of the Zhentarim, so it would probably be best if we don’t start trouble.”

Teejak rolled his eyes, “I’m a member of the Zhentarim as well. I bet your rat used to be a member as well.” Teejak pulled out his membership coin, “He’ll shit himself when he sees this. I have a better idea than a direct confrontation, let me go in first.”

As Teejak entered the shop, Willas whispered to Asbjorn, “you willingly associate yourself with members of the Zhentarim?”

“In the darkness of a dungeon friendship is forged and hardened like adamantine,” Asbjorn whispered back.

“To be honest, it’s been a while since I’ve been in a dungeon myself…” conceded Willas.

“Yeah, I can see that.”

Nimblenob greeted Teejak as he entered, “Can I help you with anything sir?”

Teejak walked right up to the “armor of invulnerability.”

“I’m looking for armor both light and durable. I need extra protection and I’m willing to pay for it,” said the rogue, “how much for this piece?”

“A mere 700 gp!”

“Might be a little loose, do you mind if I try it on?”

“As I’m sure you are aware, magical armor always adjusts its size to fit the wearer!”

Quick as a flash, Teejak seized the gnome’s collar with his right hand and shoved him up against the wall. With his left hand he pulled out his Zhentarim membership coin.

“Selling cursed items to a Zhentarim agent! Tsk tsk gnome.”

The gnome snapped his fingers and three suits of heavy plate armor immediately animated to life.

“It would be wise to unhand me, elf.”

Teejak dropped the gnome to the floor.

“Fuckin magic… Do you understand the penalty for a Zhentarim merchant caught selling defective goods? I've seen it before, as an urchin on the street. The zhentarim like to hold their punishments in the poorer quarters, make sure the rabble knows who's in charge. Truly I never thought feral hogs could eat a whole person, but there wasn't even a scrap of hair left after 10 minutes!"

“You need only have proven your membership first. Please let me know what I can get for you, Fang, everything will be given the standard 10% member discount,” said Nimblenob, “And of course, I’ll be happy to ensure you don’t make any… unwise… purchasing decisions.”

“Let’s be clear here,” said Teejak, “You tried to sell a friend of mine cursed armor. Luckily you’re as stupid as you are short and he saw right through you. Now, he’s going to come in here, you will apologize, and extend the discount to him.”

“Let me be equally clear, elf,” replied Nimblenob sternly, “I am an Ardragon of the Zhentarim. You are a nobody, a mere Fang. I could have you thrown out of the black network tomorrow and assassinated the day after. I don’t mind cursing a few naive adventurers to fill my pockets. As a fellow Zhentarim I would assume you agree. But perhaps you aren’t truly cut out to be one of us.”

Teejak rolled his eyes, “I don’t particularly care if you’re the grand poobah of shit mountain. Are you aware that the Lord’s Alliance knows you are selling cursed armor and that you are a Zhentarim agent?”

“The Alliance wouldn’t dare interfere with this business. And besides, they are too busy ‘protecting the innocent’ from whatever evil is currently terrorizing the Sword Coast.”

“You are the worst agent I’ve even seen. Fine. Sell me that shield. Here’s the gold, I hope you choke on it.”

And with that Teejak stormed out of the shop.

Asbjorn, sell your crossbow elsewhere. This shop is crooked.” exclaimed Teejak.

The rogue then pulled out his Zhentarim membership coin, dropped it on the ground, and spat on it.

“I’m done with those dicks.”

Asbjorn smiled. He poured Teejak a beer on the spot.

“Have a drink on me,” said the cleric, “your courage and sacrifice are truly a sight to behold.”

Asbjorn blessed the stout and handed it to to Teejak, who promptly chugged it as he grinded the Zhentarim coin into the mud. Moments later, Teejak collapsed into Asbjorn’s arms.

“Did you just drug him?” asked Willas.

“I did not, but I imagine his selfless act just now plus a bit of beer has allowed him to commune with Ozrikotep. Help me get him to the Half Full Flagon Inn.”
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The Inn from Hell
Asbjorn felt his divine energy restored by Ozrikotep as the sun rose on Phandalin. Quelline Alderleaf was still asleep beside him. The cleric donned his chainmail and quietly prayed for the magical abilities he would need for the day. Quelline stirred in bed.

“Abjorn, my love, promise me you will return safely to me from Neverwinter,” Quelline said softly.

“I swear it by Ozrikotep, I will return to you.”

Teejak, Ash, and Kyron were gathered just outside of the Stone Hill Inn as Asbjorn approached. Surprisingly, Tau was there as well.

“Have you decided to join us, my friend?” asked Asbjorn.

“I’m afraid it is time that I returned to my tribe,” said Tau, “I have learned from my travels that the wide world is a truly strange place indeed, I’m ready to return to a sense of normalcy.”

“We understand.”

“I will accompany you all as far as the Triboar Trail, there I will turn west toward my home in the mountains,” Tau continued.

“Very well,” said Kyron, “where is Gayjon?”

“The last I saw of him, he was asleep on top of a mound of opium,” replied Teejak.

“I see, let us depart then,” said Kyron.

The summer heat was beginning to set in as Team America trekked northward toward Neverwinter. After bidding farewell to Tau, the party turned west onto the Triboar Trail. An afternoon thunderstorm passed over the Sword Coast as the group turned north on the High Road, a major tradeway between the coastal cities of Waterdeep and Neverwinter. Team America was thoroughly soaked and exhausted by the time they reached “The Hell Hound’s Alehouse,” a large inn constructed along the High Road.

“A mug of ale and a feather bed would do me well tonight,” announced Teejak.

“OK” replied Asbjorn, “I’m always down for a beer.”

Inside, the adventurers were greeted by a stout male elf name Kane.

“Welcome! Can I interest you in a warm meal, perhaps a room for the evening?”

The adventurers looked at eachother.

“It seems you’ve been travelling all day,” said Kane, “you smell like shit!”

“How much for a bath, a meal, and a room?” asked Ash.

“That depends on what kind of meal you’d like!” announced Kane, “we have salted sausage with a tankard of mead for 12cp, we also have steamed duck with garlic and dried pear--”

Ash interrupted Kane, “Hell yeah! I’ll take the steamed duck!”

“I’ll have the duck as well!” exclaimed Teejak, “and three glasses of mead!”

“That’ll be 30 cp total,” replied Kane.

Teejak flipped him a whole gold piece, “Keep the change my good man!”

Kane was clearly surprised the adventurers were willing to spend so much money. Ash was looking sternly at Teejak, concerned that flaunting the party’s wealth too much might lead to unwanted attention.

“And a round for the whole inn!” Teejak shouted. The other patrons cheered with excitement upon hearing this.

“I don’t know him,” said Ash.

“You walked in together,” noted Kane.

“We just happened to walk in at the same time.”

Kane performed a quick head count of the inn patrons and looked at Teejak while he rubbed two fingers together, indicating more that 1gp was owed.

“Very well Kane, you greedy bastard!” Teejak flipped Kane a second gold piece and immediately began drinking his mead. More than a few heads around the inn seemed to be examining Teejak carefully.

“So we will definitely be keeping watch tonight,” Ash looked toward Kyron and Asbjorn.

“I’ll be camping outside.” said Kyron.

“We have fine feather beds in here!” replied Kane.

“It’s just a personal preference,” replied Kyron, “please don’t take offense.”

“Well, there’s a small clearing 50 yards to the west of here,” Kane pointed, “please do not chop down anymore trees for firewood, I’m getting sick of people doing that.”

“Very well,” said Kyron as he departed for his campsite.

A young human male with curly red hair, dressed in fine clothing, approached the party as they were eating dinner.

“You haven't encountered any vampires recently have you?” asked the man.

“We killed a necromancer recently,” replied Ash, “Does that count?”

“How did you kill him?” asked the man.

“Well… you see…” Asbjorn was uncertain how much information to give, “we stabbed him.”

“With what?” asked the man.

“With a fuckin dagger!” shouted Teejak drunkenly, “what’s it to you!?”

“I’m sorry… I’m sorry…” the man apologized, “I was just trying to assess if he may have been a vampire, if he was killed by conventional weapons then he could not have been vampiric.

“How long would it have taken him to revive?” asked Asbjorn.

“A matter of minutes.”

“I think we hung around long enough to confirm this,” pondered Ash.

“Damn it, we should have burned the body or blessed it or something,” said Asbjorn.

“I wouldn’t worry about it too much,” said the man, “I’ve been looking for the vampire that murdered my family for years, I have no idea if it is still in the area or not. One day I hope to avenge their deaths, but I guess it won’t be today.”

Teejak examined the young man, his fine silk clothing suggested that he had spent little, if any, time adventuring in the wilderness.

“Just go home kid,” said Teejak, “a vampire is a formidable foe, this isn’t going to end well for you.”

“You don’t think I can handle myself!”

“I know you can’t handle yourself!”

“Fuck you guys!” the young man stormed off angrily.

“Come on kid, come back here!” Teejak felt a little guilty, “Come back and tell us about your quest!”

Ash looked around the bar and noticed two peasant eyeing Teejak’s gold purse.

“Why don’t you give some gold to them,” Ash motioned toward the peasants, “they clearly need it.”

“If I gave a gold piece to everyone like that, I’d be broke,” replied Teejak coldly.

One of the peasants, a male elf, approached the party next.

“I’m looking for a powerful wizard to apprentice under,” said the elf, “do you know anyone accepting apprentices?”

“The only wizard I ever knew was a coward!” shouted Teejak drunkenly.

“Where are you looking to study?” asked Ash.

“I’m hoping to go to the Neverwinter University of Magic,” replied the elf, “but they won’t accept me until I complete an apprenticeship.”

“Do you know where Phandalin is?” asked Asbjorn.

“I do!” said the elf, “It’s a small little settlement southeast of here if I’m not mistaken.”

“Well,” continued Asbjorn, “If you go there and give all your money to a man named Wizziff, he might be willing to teach you a thing or two.”

“That’s the coward!” interjected Teejak.

“I’ll take what I can get at this point! Thank you kind cleric, I will go and seek out Wizziff!” the peasant began to head for the door of the inn when Ash stopped him.

“Hold up. When’s the last time you ate a decent meal?” asked Ash.

“Well… it’s been a few days, “replied the peasant, “If I learned to be a wizard I could magically create food for myself though!”

“Here,” said Ash ash he handed ten goodberries to the peasant elf, “take these.”

“Thank you kind ranger!” exclaimed the elf before leaving excitedly toward Phandalin.

Ash next apologized to the young vampire hunter for Teejak’s drunken behavior.

“It’s alright,” said the man, “My dad, before he was murdered by a vampire, used to drink a lot. I know how it is.”

“What’s your name,” asked Ash.

“Faendter”

“Do you go by anything else?”

“Not that I know of… I do consider myself somewhat of a scholar.”

“In what?”

“Vampire lore.”

“Where do you think this vampire that murdered your family is?”

“I think he might be hiding with Strahd Von Zarovich somewhere in Barovia, far to the east of the Sword Mountains”

“I doubt any of us have encountered the vampire then, although we do have a couple holy smiters in our group.”

“A vampire is no ordinary undead, they are incredibly intelligent creatures. The trick, I’ve heard, is to catch them in daylight when they are weakened.”

“Do they sparkle?”

“Not actually, I know there is that stupid book series that tells everyone vampires sparkle though.”

With that, Ash bid the aspiring vampire hunter farewell.

Asbjorn, let’s bunk together tonight,” said Ash, “I have a feeling we may have made some enemies here.”

After finishing their food and drink, Team America retired for the evening. Teejak requested the king suite of the inn. Meanwhile, Ash and Asbjorn shared a room with double beds and took turns “keeping watch” on the door to their room. As an added precaution, Ash instructed Arcanine to sleep by the door as well.

Around midnight, Teejak was awoken from his trance by a strange noise. The rogue immediately recognized the sound of someone attempting to pick the lock to his room. Teejak, who was not wearing pants, simply opened the door. On the other side was one of the peasants the group had encountered earlied. The man gasped before turning and running. He vaulted over the balcony of the inn and crashed onto the tables below. Teejak then went back to his elvish trance.

Around 3am, the entire party was awoken by the sound of a woman screaming. The sound seemed to be coming from a smaller building on the other side of the road. Asbjorn sprung to his feet and readied his war hammer, before promptly tripping over Arcanine on his way out the door.

As the party reached the first floor of the inn, they could begin to hear the familiar gruff voices of hobgoblins and bugbears coming from the road just outside.

“Come with us!” yelled one of the voices.

“Watch these ones while I round up the others!” shouted a second voice.

Arcanine gave a menacing growl, Ash’s companion was clearly ready to tear some goblin throats out.

“Ash, Teejak, take the southern entrance,” said Asbjorn, “I’ll take the northern entrance.”

The two groups exited the inn simultaneously and emerged onto a grim scene. Heavily armored hobgoblins and bugbears were rounding up patrons of the inn and restraining them near the well across the street. Fifty yards to the south, Kyron was sprinting towards the inn from his campsite.

“Resistance is futile!” yelled one of the bugbears as it punched the young vampire hunter that the party had encountered earlier, knocking several of his teeth out.

“Teejak, try to get to the patrons,” said Ash, “I’ll go for the----”

Ash was cut-off mid-sentence as a fireball impacted the ground at his feet. The ranger quickly dodged out of the way, avoiding the full force of the blast. Teejak was not so lucky, the rogue lay unconscious and badly burned in the middle of the street. Ash looked up to see a hobgoblin spellcaster cackling on the roof of the inn.

“Kyron!” Ash shouted as the paladin arrived on the scene, “Help Teejak!”

The paladin of the One Above All knelt beside Teejak and placed his hand on the rogue’s shoulder. As Ash watched, Holy energy was channeled from Kyron to Teejak, instantly reviving the fallen rogue.

“You two need to take out that caster,” Kyron pointed to the hobgoblin on the rooftop as he readied his magical halberd.

At the northern entrance to the inn, two hobgoblins charged Asbjorn the moment he exited onto the street. The cleric of Ozrikotep raised his shield and deflected their longsword blows, but was surprised at the raw amount of strength behind each swing. These were no ordinary hobgoblins. A smaller, sneakier, hobgoblin ninja sprung out from its hiding spot and unleashed a barrage of darts at Asbjorn, but none were able to penetrate the cleric’s magical chainmail armor. In response, Asbjorn conjured spirit guardians from Ozrikotep to surround and protect him.

The hobgoblin leader, an enormous brute wearing full plate, moved forward and flanked Asbjorn, completely ignoring the damage dealt by Ozrikotep’s spirit guardians. With his shield arm already occupied, the cleric of Ozrikotep was defenseless. The hobgoblin warlord brought its greatsword down, puncturing Asbjorn’s chainmail and sinking the blade into his shoulder. Asbjorn screamed in pain as blood began to pour down the entire right side of his body.

“Kill the archer and the paladin!” the hobgoblin leader commanded and two bugbears charged toward the southern entrance to confront Kyron and Ash.
Arcanine bravely leapt in front of one of the charging bugbears, allowing Ash to retreat backwards and line up a shot at the spellcaster on the roof with his Goblin Slayer bow. The ranger’s arrow struck the spellcaster directly in the chest, staggering it. Teejak quickly threw his grappling hook onto the roof of the inn and climbed up. He launched a crossbow bolt into the shoulder of the hobgoblin spellcaster before sliding behind cover provided by one of the dormer windows of the inn. The hobgoblin spellcaster was badly injured but still standing.

The hobgoblin warlord looked up at the spellcaster on the roof.

“Finish him.” the brute commanded.

With that, the hobgoblin caster moved to the edge of the roof and shot a bolt of lightning directly downward at Asbjorn, electrocuting the metal-clad cleric. As electricity poured through Asbjorn, he found he no longer had the strength to hold up his shield. Seizing the opportunity, the hobgoblins surrounding Asbjorn mercilessly struck him down with a flurry of longsword blows. As Asbjorn collapsed from blood loss, his final thoughts were of his beloved Quelline and the promise he made to return safely to her.

“Bind him!” the warlord yelled at the two hobgoblin soldiers that were surrounding Asbjorn’s unconscious body, “bring him with us!”

With that, the hobgoblin warlord turned and charged south, locking eyes with Kyron the paladin. Kyron began to charge as well, a lone bugbear stood between him and the warlord. Without even taking his eyes off of the warlord, Kyron eviscerated the charging bugbear before spinning his halberd around and smashing its face in with the blunt end of his weapon. The ninja hobgoblin unleashed a barrage of darts at the paladin. Still not taking his eyes off of the warlord, Kyron continued spinning his magical halberd and deflected all four of the ninja’s darts easily. The paladin of the One Above All relentlessly continued his charge and entered into single combat with his nemesis, the hobgoblin warlord.

Teejak sprinted across the rooftop toward the dormer window the hobgoblin spellcaster was hiding behind. Using the boots of striding and springing, he vaulted over the window and stabbed the spellcaster with his Sylvenom dagger. Teejak pressed the hobgoblin up against the side of the window, immobilizing it just long enough for Ash to launch a pair of goblin slaying arrows into its skull. The hobgoblin went limp, collapsed, and rolled off the side of the roof before dropping 30 ft onto the street below, landing directly beside Asbjorn’s unconscious body. The hobgoblins surrounding Asbjorn looked up to see Teejak waving down at them and decided to move into the entrance of the inn before attempting to stabilize Asbjorn for capture.

The ninja hobgoblin immediately moved to avenge its fallen comrade. The creature sprinted across the road and appeared to teleport onto the rooftop before throwing a flurry of darts at Teejak. The rogue dodged the projectiles as best as he could but he was simply too weak after the devastating fireball spell from earlier. The last of the ninja hobgoblin’s darts struck Teejak in the chest, knocking him unconscious once again.

Kyron and the hobgoblin leader were locked in single combat. Kyron was doing his best to keep the brute at a distance with the reach of his halberd, but his opponent was simply too strong. The hobgoblin leader landed a devastating series of three consecutive greatsword strikes against the paladin. Kyron clutched a gaping wound on his shoulder but, finally, saw his opening. He channeled the divine energy of the One Above All into his weapon, dodged under the hobgoblin’s greatsword, and struck the brute with such force that his halberd punctured the full plate armor his enemy was wearing. The hobgoblin leader was about to retaliate when one of Ash’s goblin slaying arrows found a gap in its armor and sunk into it its throat. The creature began coughing up blood, but was still standing. Having finally stabilized Asbjorn, the two hobgoblin soldiers looked over at their bloodied leader and decided to join the fight.

Kyron looked around at his fallen companions. He then looked at the additional hobgoblins charging his position. He then looked back at Asbjorn’s unconscious body. That’s when the paladin of the One Above All saw the path he must walk as clearly as he had ever known anything in his life. Summoning divine energy, Kyron teleported 30 feet behind the charging hobgoblins and sprinted up beside Asbjorn’s limp body. Kyron placed his hand on Asbjorn’s shield and channeled healing energy into the cleric, instantly restoring him to life. Asbjorn immediately stood to his feet.

“In the name of the father, and of the son, and of the Holy Keg, Ozrikotep restore us!!!” Asbjorn shouted a prayer of healing to Ozrikotep, restoring Teejak to life on the rooftop and giving additional strength back to himself and Kyron.

“Team America… ASSEMBLE!!!!” yelled Asbjorn as he and Kyron engaged the hobgoblin commando unit. Ash continued unloading arrows at the hobgoblin leader while Teejak stood to his feet and sprinted toward the hobgoblin ninja.

“What’s up bitch!?” shouted the rogue as he plunged his Sylvenom dagger into his foe before flipping behind cover. The ninja teleported to pursue Teejak, striking him from range with two darts. Teejak then made a running long jump with the boots of striding and springing, jumping 40 ft clear across the street from the roof of one building to the roof of another. The rogue landed and rolled to his feet before launching a crossbow bolt back across the street at his nemesis.

Down at street level, Kyron and the hobgoblin leader were once again locked in single combat. The massive brute charged Kyron in a full sprint. The paladin raised his halberd to the heavens, imbuing it with holy energy.

“Remember this as the day you almost killed Kyron the paladin!” shouted Kyron as he brought his magical halberd down, splitting the warlord’s head open.

Kyron then moved toward the inn patrons restrained by the well and untied the young vampire hunter the party had encountered earlier.

“It’s time to prove your combat abilities, young boy,” said the paladin. The vampire hunter grabbed a small rock and hurled it at one of the hobgoblin soldiers, but it barely scratched the soldier’s armor.

Asbjorn released a blinding bolt of radiant energy at one of the two remaining hobgoblin soldiers, burning the beast badly and illuminating its body as a target for future attacks. However, before he could do anything else, the ninja hobgoblin teleported beside Asbjorn. The cleric, now flanked, was once again struck down by a merciless flurry of dagger strikes from the hobgoblin ninja.

Arcanine was still engaged with the last remaining bugbear. Neither the wolf nor the bugbear had managed to deal much damage to each other when, finally, the bugbear landed a critical strike with its morningstar. Arcanine howled in pain before collapsing onto the street.

“Arcanine!” In a fit of rage Ash nocked a goblin slaying arrow and drew it as far back as he could, nearly snapping his bow. He released the arrow, piercing the bugbear’s skull directly between its eyes. Ash then nocked a second arrow and launched it at the hobgoblin soldier brightly illuminated by Asbjorn’s guiding bolt. Ash’s arrow pierced the soldier’s brain through its right eye socket.

Kyron sighed, it was clear this vampire hunter was not going to be of much use.

“Move to flank you moron!” Kyron shouted at the pathetic excuse for a vampire hunter.

The vampire hunter obeyed, and moved to engage the last hobgoblin soldier in melee combat, distracting it just long enough for Kyron to decapitate the hobgoblin. The paladin of the One Above All followed up this attack by imbuing the blunt end of his halberd with radiant energy and bashing in the skull of the adjacent hobgoblin ninja.

Ash quickly popped a handful of goodberries into Asbjorn’s mouth, restoring him to consciousness.

“Fuck this inn,” said the cleric as he stood to his feet. The battle was over.
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My...precious...
Good things have come into my life since I found that luck stone. I have fought and won, even though I myself have gone down for the count. I am starting to put my misery behind me.

Why should I not covet my newfound fortune? Why should I not keep an eye on that Magaga even if he is my Dinosaur Friend? Why should I not want to keep the stone with me at...all...times...

After all, it is...my...precious...
Session: Game Session - Sunday, Sep 01 2019 from 12:00 AM to 6:00 AM
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Shogaming DnD campaign 1
The Slaying of Venomfang
It was the night before Team America was set to depart for Neverwinter and most of the party was gathered in the tavern at Stone Hill Inn. As usual, Teejak was drinking heavily. Asbjorn was having a nice meal with Quelline Alderleaf while her young son, Pip, played with Toblen Stonehill’s son, Carp. Ash and Kyron were conversing with Sildar Hallwinter about potential dangers on the road to Neverwinter. Gayjon was performing vocals and flute with his new band (unbeknownst to Gayjon, the drummer of his new band was actually a mass murderer…).

Gayjon had just finished singing his latest hit, “Goblin Love Story” and was receiving a round of applause from the packed house.

“Gather round friends!” exclaimed the five-eightsling, “and let me tell you the story of how Team America slew the mighty green dragon, Venomfang!!!”

The townsfolk all turned their attention toward the stage. Pip and Carp ran up and sat in the front row to hear the story.

“We had just defeated Iza, the hideous aberration guarding the forge of spells!” sang Gayjon.

“Fowl beast!!!” shouted one of the townsfolk, “I’m sure it viciously attacked you completely without provocation!!!”

“Ummm… Yes!!! Yes it did!!! It tried to disintegrate Asbjorn!” Gayjon pointed toward the table where Asbjorn and Quelline were seated. “Then we killed Mormesk the sinister wraith and leader of the undead in Wave Echo Cave!”

“Cursed undead!” shouted another of the townsfolk, “I bet it made a deal with you and then tried to betray you!”

Ash sunk into his chair and placed his face in his palms as he sighed.

“Well we definitely did not make a deal with it and then betray it! Now, as I was saying, we plundered the horde of magic items the forge of spells contained; the legendary mace “Lightbringer” and powerful “Dragonguard” armor! Of course, the green dragon, Venomfang, had demanded that we find Lightbringer and deliver it to him. But were we going to just roll over and give up our magic items that easily!?”

“We did think about it!” shouted Teejak drunkenly, but Gayjon ignored him.

“Of course not! We decided to use those magic items to slay the dragon ourselves!”

The crowd cheered and applauded as Gayjon continued.

“Kyron, wielding the powerful Halberd of Improved Smiting, went in first to speak with Venomfang, but the dragon was nowhere to be seen! Instead, Wizziff was waiting in the dragon’s lair. We didn’t know it at the time, but Wizziff was actually under Venomfang’s control. The green dragon had used an invisibility spell to conceal itself while Wizziff tried to convince the rest of our party to come out of hiding!

“That’s not a very nice thing to do!” shouted Pip from the front row.

“No it isn’t, young lad, but green dragons are known to be cunning schemers! Kyron, using his divine paladin senses, easily saw through Wizziff’s deception. Seeing that its plan had failed, Venomfang dropped his invisibility and exhaled a blast of deadly poisonous gas!!!”

“Oh no!” shouted Carp, “Did they die?”

“Wizziff lost consciousness, but Kyron had been magically protected from the poison gas by our cleric of Ozrikotep, Asbjorn!”

“He’s my mommy’s special friend!” exclaimed Pip. Quelline Alderleaf turned bright red.

“Haha, yes he certainly is…” Gayjon winked. “Anyway, Kyron channeled the holy energy of the One Above All into his magical halberd and retaliated against the beast as the rest of Team America sprung into action. Ash Ketchum nocked his one and only dragon slaying arrow. He readied his shot. He was aiming for a gap in Venomfang’s armored scales about the size of a copper piece!”

Gayjon pulled a copper out of his pocket as a demonstration for the crowd.

“Right when Ash was about to fire he felt Ozrikotep’s divine energy guide his arm as he received a blessing from Asbjorn. He released his arrow and….”

The tension in the crowd was palpable.

“He hit his mark! The arrow sunk completely into the hide of the monstrous green dragon, grazing Venomfang’s heart! The beast roared and flapped its wings as it clutched its chest with its claws!”

The crowd cheered wildly!

“Teejak, wearing the legendary Boots of Striding and Springing, jumped right onto Venomfang’s back! But in its rage the beast was able to quickly shake the rogue off.”

“I really thought that was going to work!” shouted Teejak from the bar.

“Tau, the mighty Yeti Barbarian, seeing Wizziff choking to death on the poisonous fumes of Venomfang’s breath attack, entered a frenzied rage! He sprinted forward and put himself between the dragon and the fallen wizard before burying his greataxe into the beast’s hide. Venomfang retaliated, sinking its teeth into Tau, but the yeti endured the blow like an immovable rock! The green dragon summoned grasping vines to restrain Kyron as it flew to the upper ledge of its lair and prepared to rain poisonous gas down on Team America!

“Oh no!” Pip and Carp gasped, everyone else in the crowd was silently holding their breath.

“But Kyron wasn’t about to be taken out of the fight that easily! A cloud of magical mist formed around the paladin and he teleported to the upper ledge right next to Venomfang! Our paladin of the One Above All then began carving the dragon apart with his magical halberd! Green blood oozed from the dragon’s wounds but it was still standing.”

“What happened next?” asked Pip.

“That cowardly dragon tried to run from us! It flapped its wings and took flight. Asbjorn drew out the Wand of Nuking Magic Missiles, which I found when I was taking a swim with some skeletons , and aimed it at the beast. He called out, “My wand is the wand that will pierce the heavens!” and launched a barrage of magical mini nukes at the fleeing dragon. Venomfang had nearly escaped, he was about to fly out of the opening in the ceiling of his lair when…. BAM!”

Gayjon slammed his fist on the table.

“The magical mini nukes slammed into the beast, blasting a large hole in its chest where its heart once was! Blood and guts flew everywhere as the monster plummeted 100 feet back down and crashed into the pile of gold that was his treasure horde!”

The crowd went wild, giving the five-eightsling a standing ovation! Gayjon thanked the crowd as he took a puff of his opium pipe.
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