Off to Prismeer

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A flash in the mists, and suddenly there are new folks stepping out. Some on the wall and a pair out in the swamp. All turning as a great swamp balloon crashes down into the foggy swamp.

The ones up high come down low, splashing into the mud, to meet those below. Jebbek and her crew welcome them, as they are wont to do. Demanding remembered feelings of gifts most true. Enough of the crew complies, so the one holdout does not start a fight.

Not long after, the larger group comes upon a Gushing O’Well. Noticing trinkets floating high so well. The beautiful Valara adds a spider, and two wisps float down beside her. A chat about the floods and death, and a small boon from the bereft. Sends the group along their way, to find new friends this day.

Both groups reach the tower, but the duo stays hidden in the bower. Tormirr flies up with his fancy new shoes, to greet Sir Talavar trapped in fearful throes. Hushed conversation broken by a shout, brings giant boalisk snakes charging out. The undead duo steps forward to joy the fray, and both wizards break from paralysis to run away.

Regathering together, they have introductions, learning names, backgrounds, and home locations. Sir Talavar is freed and gifts his sword in gratitude. But takes off without much conversation, such an excitable attitude. Valara heals Zephram and Killjoy burns away brambles. Dandon calls up some dogs, and Valara kicks open the door, falling down in a shambles. Heading up inside the tower, Cel makes sure the trapdoor is safe, inside they find the skeleton of a young waif. Entombed in a bubble and covered with blankets, they pop it and find she holds two magical trinkets. In the cupboard Dandon find a box full of gems, but Tormirr waves Zephram from the rug with suspicious hems. Taking a rest here, they set to their tasks. Zephram identifying items, and Dandon interning an unfortunate bullywug in a mask.

In the morning, they call the spirit of the dead. Asking for whatever knowledge is left in her empty head. She’s slept here for a very long time, her fairy godmother’s punishment for an imagined crime. Heading north to learn more, they spot a moving hill. Heading up they meet talking trees and a goblin slightly shrill. She has keys that jingle, and keys that jangle, but if you want one, better have a good angle. For iron and bone they promise to avenge her on the bandits that treated her rough, and to fix the swamp no matter how tough.

Pointed off in the right direction, the group rides on, looking for action. An old walking Inn crosses their path, but they have a mission a no small amount of wrath. Further north to the Tollway, the group does not stray. To find Agdon and his troop, and make them pay.

Down With the Clown

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The ceiling dropped down two cornslobs and a candelabraun on our heroic… er… heroes? Several swarms of popcorn later, they prevailed. Though the miniature Revelia still rang with alarm and panicked screaming. Not to be outdone, Tormirr headed for a corner and downed a Fireball shot, which blew up right in his face. Meanwhile, Dispara unlocked the door out, and Kentaro ripped it open to get the ticketbox out. He’s lucky the magic is waning or it might have exploded from such harsh treatment.

Back in the Lobby, they take not a moment’s break, charging straight for the last remaining door. The Good Place, where Myrmidon has been lounging since the last parade a few days ago. Scooter was in there, too, practicing his catchphrases. None of which impressed our daring-do-gooders. When they started attacking, Scooter gave up the ghost pretty quick, though not his ghost, not yet, anyway. Kentaro did, though, poor chap jumped right into the ballpit alone. Scooter had to go in and get him back out. Dr. Stella had a mild psychotic break, too, going after the little firestarter until he surrounded her with fire. The cut poor Myrmidon to ribbons before they left, and went diving through his hoard.

Not to be slowed, they next charged right into Heckna’s own personal home, denied his hospitality and destroyed him outright, no matter that he would have made them partners, full share and everything. The thralls had a little bit left in ’em after he fell, but not enough to keep on going for long. Long enough to take down Killjoy, though. Then the whole carnival started falling apart as they looted every inch of his home.

Back outside every thrall and loyal Heckna follower turned to dust, leaving only masks and clothing behind. The fae folk all holed up in their Orchard and the Snail Racetrack, their strongholds from the old days. Those few newcomers who stopped supporting Heckna, as well as all the still-free revelers all ran for the Train Station. Mr. Witch himself appeared, walking out of the ruins of the Fun House beside the group, as fresh as the day he last went in. Spilling secrets even the fae wouldn’t trade in.

The heroes brought the parts to fix the train and sent it off on its way, with Dispara on board. Dr. Stella raised the firestarter to apologize for her earlier attack, but Kentaro still lay dead on the ground. Discussions were had, food and rest. Kentaro was raised the next day, and with Dispara gone, he too decided to leave the party. The rest spent a couple days in the carnival ruins. Distributing loot, burning the remnants of Heckna, scribing spells, and working on their weapons and armor.

Then they all disappeared with Mister Witch back into the Hall of Mirrors. I wonder if we’ll ever see them again.

House of Cards

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After a rest and a big of an argument about fires in enclosed spaces, they headed deeper, to play a game of cards with Oingo, Boingo, and Poingo. Even found their firestarter, Killjoy, in the room, a bit sad they hadn’t let him light the cards ablaze. Quickly plying their trade, they won the day and headed on to find Ruhrow, Wily-Smiley, and Magical Markal trapped in the final mirrored room. After toasting with some Bloody Marys and discussions about how to trick the mirrors, everyone made it out alive. Right back to the Fun House Lobby, where our fearless adventurers had not yet managed to properly set foot.

They took a moment to look around and get some potions from a Handy Helper, but then were right on their way again. Finding themselves right back in the Pantry, with nothing to do but loot it all. Heading from there to the Cheese room, where they looted some pillows and even a chair. I don’t think anyone’s ever taken the full objects out of there before, curious to see what happens.

They found Sweetie and her minions next. And perhaps not-so-happily played along with all her “spells” to get fortunes, a little big sliced, and not even a little bit burnt. So, excited was Sweetie, that she even gave them her special Top Hat just for playing. Then sent the right along to the Decrepit Arcade. I don’t think young Tazrin expected it to be so hard to beat Feetloaf, but he’s stuck in there playing Lute Champion day in and day out. It wasn’t until Valara stepped in with some charm that they found their way out of that one.

Straight into Clown School. The teacher was dead and all the thralls had gone mad. Drooling and eating each other. It was quite a battle in the classroom. That’s for damn sure. Divide and conquer and don’t be afraid to burn the whole house down, they say. Well, at least they go poor Dr. Stella out of there, but maybe they should have kept news of her sister quiet a little longer.

They hit the Light Tile Tunnel next, and with just a little magic and some common sense, tiptoed through a plausible answer that got them through without any explosions. Right into the Hall of Masks and a fun little riddle to solve. It didn’t take them long, and only two tries to get it right. Tazrin, perhaps not feeling his best, went ahead and put Heckna’s old mask on his face. Can’t wait to hear the jibes that come out of that compulsion.

Almost done, they found the Mini Revelia next. But just as they approached, the ceiling ripped open and some of Sophie’s enraged minions dropped right down on them.

Spoilers!

Well, I don’t know if there will be any spoilers, but who knows what I’m going to say as my fingers run away with my thoughts.

That was a lot! They got through so much of the Fun House last week. There is only one room left after the fight we left off with. And it’s the final pet. Working on thoughts in my head of how I want to get them there. Just keep doing with what I’ve been doing, or let them go through the lobby on this one. It has very much been an on the rails funhouse so far, though I’ve been randomizing the order of the rooms, that makes no nevermind to them as they just go room to room. I did that to keep them for repeating rooms and having to go back and forth. Looking forward to a more open zone soon.

So probably three fights left. Lots of lore dumping and conversation, depending on how things go. And some train repair and portal finding. Realized today that the portal in the room we skipped in the hall of mirrors, but that’s okay, Heckna wouldn’t want people in there anyway. Wrapping up the carnival is going to be a fun ride. I do home to get them some decent loot tonight. But most of them haven’t replied with wish lists. Going to be stuff in the ball pit for them to go digging around to find. If they defeat the NPCs there will be full spellbooks/scrolls. There’s a whole library that will have more spells, and a costume closet with items.

Then Ravenloft. I read/skimmed through a bunch of booklets this weekend from two box sets and two free floaters. I have more work to do on that, but I have some good information and resources to use to flesh out the setting they’re heading to next. I’m not actually prepared if they head there tonight, but enough to get them started. I hope.

Found some adventures and info that could have very well been deep in the memory banks of the creators of the Witchlight module. Looking forward to letting my players back out into the world, even if it’s still a constrained world with misty borders. But there will be towns and villages and wandering and real shops and proper vendors. Okay, some of them will be fae vendors, but still is better than a lost and found? Also, there will be days and nights with sun and a moon without a face in it.

Hall of Mirrors

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A nap! Those crazy revelers took a nap amid all the chaos they’ve caused! A long one, too. Before heading back out into the fray. Chopping down a couple more of the clown thralls gone feral and confusing a couple cornslobs on their way back to the casino. Is this any time to be gambling? Really?

Too bad for them it’s all a mess in there. They try and break open a Handy Helper, but they don’t even stop to loot the machines. The Countess and Dirk are hiding upstairs, and the Dispara is in so much of a hurry, she agrees to help them escape when this is all over.

They the whole mess of them climb their way back up to Sophie’s Lab and murder her! To her credit, she takes a couple of them down with her. Honestly surprised it wasn’t more. I thought for sure her lightning would have taken more down. She should have kept a couple of the Candelbrauns with here, those flesh piles did her no good whatsoever. Then they looted the place clean, even the storage room and the cauldrons. Who knows what kind of alchemical mess those were. The hall of statues had a couple folks starting to stir, but they just stabbed poor Pinky straight in the forehead instead of helping her out. Sure, she’d gone feral, but maybe they could have helped her. Maybe.

Two laughtenants down and one pet – Heckna was mad enough to open the door, inviting them all into his home. And the fools just walked right in. Or well, got slurped in by the house’s tongue, but that doesn’t bear thinking about. Not to the Funhouse proper, no, first they have to navigate the Hall of Mirrors.

Doesn’t take them long to get through the antechamber, fortunately for them, all touching the same mirror. Well, almost all, but we’ll get to that later. And on into the Distortion Room. Where three poor clowns had gotten trapped and gone feral since the red moon’s rising. Put them right down, but got all stretched out in the process. Does a body good to get a little stretched now and then. Then on to the Mirror Image room.

Where they must fight themselves. A classic! With the blood moon, though, things are a little more desperate. The images wanting escape and wreck havoc even more than usual. Kentaro and Tormirr put theirs down fast. Poor Elian is still dead over Tormirr’s shoulder, so his duplicate is dead the instant it entered the room. Sweet Valara charmed the fight right out of her duplicate. Zephram just kept trying to mop his alter away, and he him. Eventually they wore each other down, but it really is hard to tell the difference. Dispara took her dupe’s weapons right away, but still nearly lost her fight. Tazrin needed Kentaro’s help to hold his nimblybimbly duplicate so he could get a few well-placed shots in. It was quite a mess in there, but Zephram’s already cleaning up after everyone so they can take a breather.

Players Beware

Into the start of the dungeon of this section of the campaign. Hall of mirrors and then the Fun House proper. I’m glad they got to the duplicate room. You have to meet expectations sometimes. And it was great to not have to run a fight other than the initiative. I had time to calculate experience for the night. They’re leveling quite fast right now with everything going on. The rest of the Hall of Mirrors don’t have to be fights though, so it might settle down again for a bit. Then the Fun House which has a good mix, as well. I might change up the fights a little. Want them to play with all the toys. I don’t think we’ll get through to Heckna tonight, but the group likes to surprise me. Lots to do, though.

Really have to get my brain into Ravenloft and the next half of the campaign. The guys have offered me resources, but I don’t know which ones to ask for other than “everything?” But at least once we get there, it will be all 2nd ed monsters to play with instead of all the silly circus folks and translated stats. So much to read and create.

Up To the Top

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Chaos Reigns at the Carnival. On the way back to Locke, Stephano ripping in half on a shoulder, half the party got into a fight with some Children of the Candy Corn. Their friends didn’t even help. Two of them just hopped over the counters and robbed the food vendors of their entire ticket boxes and Felix’s potions. The rest just kept on walking, or watched at the fight from the shadows.

Locke and Stephano looped them on The Toymaker’s capture at the hand of Arachne and his Coven. Picked up right off the street and dragged up to the Big Top. Figured they’d done for poor Stephano when they ripped him in half, but the little bugger is a tough one. A quick look around the shop and some quick grabs, and they were off again.

They headed back across the way, managing to stick to the shadows. The Coven let them in, herding them even, in and onto the stage. Then poof! Heckna does like his pockets inside pockets. A very confusing scene greeted them, a centaur and satyr all webbed up and lifted into the air. Two lovebirds flying down and two strange faux creatures charging in. One man in furs and such pretending to be satyr and a security guard sewed onto an animalgamation zebra. Everyone stared at each other, confused, until Arachne bid them fight.

Took them a little bit, but our heroes prevailed. Only to be poofed into another, sandier pocket of dunes and with a single undead wax creature. Valara and Brother Elian quickly found out how dangerous hitting the thing was, burning wax splashing everywhere. They creature could also heal wounds by moving the wax around to repair itself. The fight became more of a hit and run battle until they finally overcame his healing.

Back out of the pockets, but not where they were, the group reemerged high up on a platform with access to the Coven stronghold via webs. Surrounded by werespiders, and taunted by Arachne, battle was engaged once again. Slicing and punching and throwing fire about, they made their way into Arachne’s sanctuary. Denying his invitation to join the Coven, they brought him low, as well. Far below, the marionettes had rallied to rescue their creator, too, overwhelming the remaining werespiders of the Coven. Helping the group and The Toymaker down from the top, and back out to the Lost and Found to reunite him with Stephano. Everyone took a moment to breathe before heading back out to the Shattered Station to get a rest and organize for the next step.

No Players, Please

Woof. That was a lot of combats all in one game. Everyone had a great time, finally getting into fights they couldn’t talk their way out of, and having a bunch of good and unique combats in a row. If only I had remembered to read them all beforehand. I lost power for a while last week, but I still should have made the time. The first one in the Big Top made absolutely no sense when I tried to read it out loud. I blue screened for about five minutes (it felt like) trying to figure out what was going on. We got the combat encounter running after I stopped trying to make sense of it. But yikes, much to read today before they start heading for the Fun House.

I also need to get working on the next section of the game. Feels like I’ve made enough connections to get the group to head on into the “feywild” domain of Ravenloft. So, the rest of the Wild Beyond the Witchlight book, but I need to incorporate all the character bits and pieces; the riffler, the lost friends, maybe a parent or two. Not to mention translating to 2nd edition and Ravenloft. So much to do, so excited for the next step in the adventure.