Retire to Above

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Continued from The Deep Dark

The DM: Climbing up to the Great Hall, you're free to talk to one another.

At a game table, I'd certainly be asking at this time how the overall was; and how the party feels about the last encounter. It always helps to get some feedback.

Lexent: I make sure to retrieve my godentag on the way.

Lexent: Suprising. I'm glad I tried talking. If Mok-Losh is being honest with us, then he is certainly more than we would have been able to handle.

Vafrandir: Agreed. I always leave these encounters feeling there's more I should be asking but I guess real life is like that sometimes too.

Lexent: Yes, but it felt like the lines of questioning were starting to hit dead ends.

Lexent: "So what do we think? Shall we just rely on Mok-Losh to hold Grond in check for the year?"

Lexent: "Also, If we'd like, I could commune with the gods to try to ascertain if Mok-Losh is being truthful and accurate."

The DM: One thing you can usually count on; creatures with tons of power and without reason to con you have no reason to lie. If it was on Grond’s side, don’t you think it and Grond would have just gone hogwild on your selves? Consider. Why did Grond not attack you on the surface. Why was the dungeon so passive? It never came to you, though you made your presence very well known. The last overt thing it did was to use a dead goblin as a puppet to tell you to go away; and nothing whatsoever when you came back again.

Lexent: My larger concern is with the accuracy of his claims that he can hold Grond in check.
The DM: Ah.
Lexent: Another possibility is that he is not as powerful as he claims/seems and that he is lying to us to protect Grond who now fears us. I don't think this is likely, but it is possible.
The DM: Go fight him. Find out.

Pandred: That's fair enough. We should have asked about that one skeleton. I forgot entirely in the moment. Either way we'd do well I think to make a quick check of the remaining area available to us. Mok-Losh says it's nothing but flies, so as far as I can tell that means nothing but easy access to what few "valuables" remain here.

The DM: In any case, for cleaning the dungeon out to the extent you did, and more or less in a forced retreat, please give yourself a 10% bonus to your present experience. For example, if you had 3,000, you’d now have 3,300.

The DM: You can search for the next six hours but you don’t find anything alive. And there’s nothing at the bottom of the pool, either. You can’t get through the magician’s door, at least by any means you possess. If you have unknowns left about the dungeon you’ve seen, you could always return and ask Mok-Losh another question. It’s not going anywhere.

Lexent: Mok-Losh did mention the skeleton, calling it a crypt thing and saying he had it trapped.

Lexent: That is amazing. I am now 4 XP away from 4th level.

The DM: Oh, that’s cruel. I should throw in a fight with a fly.
Lexent:Nah, It'll happen soon enough, and I've done the same to players, so karma I guess.

Lexent: So shall we call this concluded for now and head back to camp?

Pandred: Suppose we should. Too bad, I was ready to crack this thing like an egg, but it looks like the wights have already been separated and the yolk is being guarded.

Lexent: Well played.

Lexent: OK, We head back to camp. Let's not forget the lamp oil and vinegar from the wet storage (not sure if we moved it out yet or not.)

The DM: Feel a little coitus interruptus? That’s fair.

Evening, July 19th

The DM: The weather is cool, dry, with a few clouds and barely any wind at all. I presume you'll camp here for the night.

Lexent: Yes. We camp here tonight. How are the sappers feeling about this outing?

The DM: Well, they want to know if you still want them to finish clearing out a pathway from the second entrance they’ve widened.