|Sharn, City of Towers|
My character is a 6th level sorcerer. I have a bag of beans (I'm almost out of beans) a necklace of fireballs (with four beads) and a heward's handy haversack.
In this session, we learned that our NPC friend had been turned to stone and was going to be sold as a statue at an auction. Our job was to try to get our friend back.
The statue was in a gallery owned by a medusa who was a high-ranking member of one of the "houses." Daask, I think? There are a million different houses in Eberron and I have a hard time keeping them all straight.
- We didn't want to fight the medusa.
- We didn't want to steal from her.
- We didn't want to hijack the statue after it was sold, because it might be impossible.
- We didn't want to meet with the medusa and cut a deal because we'd be at her mercy there in front of her.
After tons of recon and research, you can probably guess what we decided to do. We just broke in and tried to snatch the statue.
The New Hireling
We busted into the place and there were a bunch of gnolls inside who immediately spotted us. Somehow the fighter ended up fighting them outside, while me and the mage headed for the statue. The statue was guarded by two yetis who were part of some magic trap - they were statues that came to life. The yetis did piles of damage.
I started chucking gems from my necklace of fireballs and yelling out things like "See you in hell *******!" They killed the yetis, but the whole place was on fire and we had to make saving throws each round from the smoke.
Bad to Worse
Luckily for us, the fighter had somehow shaken off the gnolls. He ran in and started hacking away at the medusa.
We could hear screams from outside. The gnolls were eating our poor little gnome NPC buddy. She didn't even survive her first encounter.
We unloaded on the medusa as the fighter "tanked." The mage and I blew through most of our spells, whittling away at the medusa. It took a long time and it was very scary. The fighter had to make a saving throw or turn to stone - thankfully he made it. I finally dropped her with a measly magic missile.
Worse to Dead
I used a shatter spell to blow a hole in the wall so we could escape. We're in Sharn, city of towers. We're pretty high up. My plan was for us to jump off a ledge, and my feather fall spell would kick in.
Technically, the statue was an NPC with the petrified condition. I was hoping that meant that I could feather fall the statue, and we could hold on to it and float down to safety far below.
We never got to try out this plan, because the troll rounded a corner and beat the bejeezus out of us. Get this. The troll killed me! As in, dead-dead!
Thankfully the party mage rolled insanely well all night, and she dropped the troll with a fire bolt.
They brought me somewhere and paid to have me raised. The DM said that raise dead in Eberron was rare? He decided that I had 'resurrection sickness.' This means that I have a -4 to all rolls. Once I take a long rest, it will be -3, etc.
That might not sound too bad, but in this campaign, we pretty much play through one day per session! That means I will have minuses for the next 4 months of my life!
It's not the end of the world or anything. I immediately got a kick out of hamming up my sickness. My character walked around in a bathrobe and had ice on his head.
I Bought My Own Tombstone
The DM decided that the next session will be about what we find when we climb the beanstalk.
The other players loved this session big time. It was one long rolling fight and we took on an awful lot of powerful creatures. I am interested to see what is at the top of the beanstalk. I can't even guess.