Out of the Bottom: Campaign Diary

The drow had been clear, even as his vampiric form disintegrated. Kill Erehe. He’s in Menzoberranzan.  Don’t let him remember, and don’t let these guys get him first. Any questions, well, you’re free to ask the dust.

And with that, our adventurers had fully looted Tcian Sumere. With considerable relief, the party returned to Ranais. Ragados administered a karate chop of Catnap to his colleagues, and then it was time for a blissfully undead-free march home.

Back in Sigil, eating again at the Hellfire Bowl, the planewalkers began to worry about their find. The Demonomicon was an item that could change the balance of the multiverse. It could end the Blood War, M’narr mused, or even the great war of Law versus Evil. What if someone found out they had it? Someone powerful? The book needed to be hidden.

As the party rested in their apartment, Jerryx appeared blushing at the door. The poor bariaur never learned the password for stopping M’narr’s magic mouth alarm, which blared out at his. Nothing had been sold in their absence, though the Gith had been back and were displeased about the slow progress of the sword, and said they’d want it finished the next day or else. That was three days ago  though, and they’ve not been back since.

Glad to wake up at home again, Ragados made a grim breakfast of plain oats in cold water. 12-Bar and M’narr rose later, all three heading to the workshop through the front office, redecorated in an inexplicable deep mustard yellow (Jerryx’s fault). Ragados’ moping finally became too much for 12-Bar, who used greater restoration to heal his apathy. The change in Ragados’ demeanor was immediate, the gnome striding back to Jerryx to demand he redecorate the redecoration.

All 3 members of Truetemper’s Solution began their work on the Githyanki sword in earnest: their first ever group project. Ragados wasn’t used to taking smithing advice from anyone, least of all his accountant, but M’narr was the only person who’d made a sword like this before. His share of work done, 12-Bar started hitting up taverns and selling some of the party’s loot. In between making notes from his looted library of necromancy, M’narr applied for promotion with the Guvners. After a tense interview over M’narr’s earlier incarceration – somehow all the arrest and court records had gone missing – M’narr demonstrated his loophole: the Githyanki summoned a young Rust Dragon, mounting it and hovering just off the ground. Jason Scott, who’d been serving on the interview panel, erupted with applause. The Gith had more than earned his advancement, though given the controversy around him, his duties were likely to involve a lot of field work.

Ragados had begun working on Gauntlets of Ogre Power, outsourcing the labour required to find the magical reagents. Jerryx organised a meeting for him with another group of planewalkers in their local tavern, the Dog and Drum. The party consisted of two gnomes, one of whom had an unsettling obsession with hammers; a half-elf ranger; and a heavily tattooed half-orc.

12-Bar then set his sights on his true goal: fucking over that bard that had stolen his song. Hearing the berk was due to play one night, the party threw their things together and headed to a tavern called the Eye of the Storm, near the Hall of Speakers. A Signer place. 12-Bar used seeming to disguise the party as dwarves. The doorman waved them in…

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