>>> Chapter 11 <<<
>>> Prelude <<<
You're looking st that picture & asking, "Wait, Wut?"
Stick around. You'll see.
So, we just can't seem to catch a break, right? Random encounters everywhere (which is about normal), and political entanglements galore (wee?).
Sure enough, we stop along a shoreline to camp... and the Cleric decides to go fishing. Of course, he starts reeling in a whopper. So, the Fighter has to come over to help him pull it in. Dinner time!
Er. Not so much...
Because what comes out of the water? A hydra. The Cleric caught a hydra.
I can't even make this shit up.
Well, so we jump it, yeah, because we have a choice. And the Fighter & the hydra start tearing into one another.
Before the Bloodrager or my Thief could really engage...
Here cometh the Druid.
And there goes the hydra.
How, you ask? You know exactly how.
Say it with me.
Oh yeah. She did it again. Pretty much the same deal too, as the troll.
The GM's eyes rolled so hard, when he rolled his "1" on its saving throw, I'm pretty sure they did a full 360 inside his skull. The groan the followed could have shaken the Alps. Riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiicola!
And, of course, it failed the supplementary save as well. Therefore, yes, the party has a bunny, polymorphed troll. And now... a toad, polymorphed hydra.
Welcome to the Troll Bunny & Hydra Toad show. Same bat-time, same bat-channel.
Where does Frankenfurter come in? You're about to find out.
So! We met up with a merchant friend of my Thief on the way to the capital. And it happened that he had a delivery to make to a nearby... eccentric. He failed, however, to disclose certain bits of information before we arrived. Suspicious, right? Yeah...
He's a friend, so we're not really questioning him & we go with him to the drop off, since he invited us to do so.
Which turns out to be this mansion in the middle of the woods...
That has a magical hedge maze barring entry...
And has multiple undead monstrosities guarding the passage in...
And is home to a sphinx...
A male, cross-dressing sphinx...
Yeah. That happened.
And the GM really wanted to hammer it home by doing foppish gestures & body language, as well as a vocal variation that really hammered home the point of this being the sphinx incarnation of Tim Curry in Rocky Horror.
If you're a bit unnerved, that's sort of where we were.
Anyway, what did the sphinx want of his... er, her, guests? Riddles, of course. Great...
Just so you know, there are only two people good at riddles at our table. The best one... is our current GM. So, this should go well.
Let's see if you can answer them!
Here's the first one:
It holds most knowledge that has ever been said;
But it is not the brain, is not the head.
To feathers and their masters, 'tis both bane and boon.
One empty, and one full.
And here's the second one:
Menace I lay
A stab mocks
No din is still
I kidnap and I kill
It's a sin I don't love
Say a lie
And the third one:
I am and yet can not
am an idea, yet can rot
am two but none
am on land, but on sea
What am I?
The first one was answered by... the Raptor. Who is the smartest member of the party, man that hurts to say aloud.
The second one was answered by the Bloodrager, if I remember correctly.
The third one was stumbled upon by my Thief, much on the same way Bilbo asked "What's in my pockets?"
And thus, we were able to leave without being eaten (and were, in fact given some treasure for the delight of the game) & were invited to return, especially if we were to obtain books & riddles.
Next time, on The Chronicles of "Of Course Brugo Did," Maids, Prisons & Alchemists, Oh My!