Tuesday, May 5, 2009

From the Journal of Brom-lak Inksmear

Mirtul 1, 1479

The captain I suspected lost in the nearby wood turned up in the town’s herbalist shop. Bewitched by a demoness posing as a farm girl! The succubus had her claws in the captain so deep, the poor man was sending his own troops—a man at a time—to a presumed death. We defeated the succubus and the demons that spawned to defend her. Unfortunately, the captain fought us defending his “queen.” Galindan slew him with a fireball.

Still at question: to what end did the succubus force the captain to bleed his garrison? It seems obvious to make the fort defenseless, but I hope to investigate more for a more definitive conclusion.

I need to get my hands on a Send scroll. I must update the Academy as to my progress.

Role-playing Log, Brom-lak Inksmear, May 2, 2009

Summary:

Very busy night for Str8 Rippin’ this past weekend. Dungeon Master pulled a rope-a-dope on me, hedging left, but swinging right. All signs pointed to trouble in the forest. Indeed, Fort Dolor’s captain had been sending this troops, one by one, to certain doom within the nearby woods. A bloodthirsty succubus, posing as a pretty farm damsel, charmed the poor soldier, beguiling him with enchanted love. As her enslaved minion, she had the captain order his men to the forest a few at a type. Why? That has yet to be seen, but all signs point towards a weakening of the town’s defenses.

Str8 Rippin’ handily revealed the farm damsel to be the wily demon for what she was. A network of caves lie in the back of the greenhouse, carved directly into a mountain wall.

Role-playing Quantity: Low

A good chunk of the evening was spent with a titanic fight against the succubus, the captain she enthralled, and her demon minions.

Role-playing Quality: Low

Brom had the chance to do a bit of interviewing, trying to quiz the townsfolk as to the source of the fort’s woes. He also did some mild interaction with his fellow adventurer, mostly low-grade role-playing. I’m trying to play out Brom as a detective of sorts, but haven’t had much traction as yet.