Barrowmaze III: The Baloo Hullabaloo As told by Wilmott Groot Crikey! After the adventures of last time, I decided to head back to
Hope for a bit of a kip and a decent feed.
It wasn’t long, however, before the old itchy feet wanted me heading out
into the wilderness again. I decided to
look into what was happening in the Barrowmaze cause I was pretty sure some of
us were still there. On heading out I was joined by a dwarf called Tordak. I struggled to understand his accent but he
was a real nice bloke, really experienced.
I reckon he should have rested up in Hope a little longer, but, cause he
just looked tired all the time. We made it to the same barrow we explored last time without
any problems and climbed down the rope. We
wandered around and coo’eed for a bit before we lucked onto the rest of the
crew. Let me do the intros. We had Bean the Tabaxi and it was nice to see a familiar
face. We also had Shane a creepy looking
Serafu warlock. There was a tough
looking goblin called Gaz Rotgut and an even tougher looking Bugbear called Baloo. Finally there was a fellow Halfling called
Isssa. who was jumpier than a kid with salted
undies! With so many of us I was
feeling real confident, what could go wrong? A pretty F#%#$ lot as it turned out. We headed East and entered a large room with
doors and corridors leading off in a few directions. I had the bright idea to search for traps and
found a concealed pit by nearly falling into it. It was a nasty piece of work with lots of
spikes at the bottom and a body impaled on one of the spikes. “Where there’s a body, there’s a wallet in need of a new
owner” as my granny used to say. I volunteered
to be lowered down a rope to have a bit of a shufti. Wouldn’t you know it, the bloody body was an
undead and it came the raw prawn with yours truly. Before I knew what was happening I was
bleeding out my life’s blood in the bottom of the pit. It could have been the end of my story right there and then
but luckily my new mates came to the rescue, offed the skeleton and healed the
worst of my wounds. I pulled my head in
a little after that, let me tell you! We headed up a corridor going North and found some filled in
doorways. A bit of excavation unearthed
some zombies and we had another fight on our hands. I hung back and pinged away with my bow but I
wasn’t at my best to be honest. Someone else who was sub par was Shane the dodgy
looking Serafu. When things got a little
hot with the zombies he hollered his head off and inflicted some nasty psychic
damage on anyone who was nearby, friend or foe!
Remind me not to stand near that
bloke! The walking dead didn’t have much loot to speak of so we
resumed heading North and ran across a rubble filled room. Before we knew what was happening a huge
snake reared up and bloody obliterated Baloo!
One second he was there and the next second the bugger was a thing spray
of mist and poison. We quickly got busy after that, let me tell you. Everyone did their bit and we managed to kill
the effin huge snake in relatively short time.
There was a good bit of loot at least but frankly I wish Baloo was still
alive to share it with us. Still, when
one door closes another one opens as they say and we were soon joined by another
crazy fool seeking adventure. This guy
was a Tabaxi bard called Ryck Ashtley.
There was something strangely familiar about him, I think he wrote a popular
song some years back. Anyway, we were
getting pretty bushed at this point and after discovering a shrine to Nergal we
decided to call it a day and head back to Hope.
We passed a room where we could
hear a bunch of people plotting away at something but we decided to leave it
for next time. Luckily we got back to Hope safe and sound, though I got
bloody sick of Ryck playing the same song over and over again.
This adventuring malarky is pretty dangerous but what’s a
halfing to do. I’ve got itchy feet
something bad and now I’ve got a taste for danger as well. No idea what I’ll do next, but.
