D&D with Proud Lion: Setting an Ambush, not Setting it Off?

This is part of the ongoing narrative of our D&D campaign, which is graciously being run by Proud Lion, a fantastic comic shop in Cheltenham. Their RPG Encounters nights are a lot of fun, and give me some entertaining material to work with.

Chapter List

Draconic Happenings in Phlan: Introduction1, 2, 3, 4 | 5, 6 | Level Up (2)

Exploring the Sunless Citadel: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20, 21, 22, 23, 24, 25, 26

[Before reading, please be aware that there may be spoilers ahead for the D&D campaign books. Equally, our stories are fluid, so things may not follow the books too directly]



While Kalashnikov mourned his momentary minion, the echo of his anguished scream bounced around the room. He started gathering the costume, mostly intact due to Jester’s incredible stitching, as well as the caltrops and hides his body was storing.

“Next time, look before you pick up a bunch of strange fungi, funny whistles or anything else!” Enna railed at the dwarven brothers, both relieved that no one had been really hurt and that the undead construct seemed to have finally fallen. She was still a little confused about Logan, her belief system clashing with the utility he had provided, but at least that problem was solved for now.

“You’re mourning that…that…thing? I’m out of here, you are definitely not the group for me!” the gnome ranted, before turning back to the vines they had climbed down. Levan and Enna ran over to him, the paladin grabbing a chainmail shirt from the warlock, the cleric passing him her hand axe.

“Don’t leave acolyte, we still have need of you. What would your god think of you for reneging on an (admittedly poor) deal?” Levan said, and the gnome sighed, releasing his hold on the vines.

“Fine, fine, but I’m not helping the warlock. I might heal you two, and maybe the tiger.”

“Don’t worry, the tiger’s the good brother,” Enna said, while the gnome shook his head, “I’m glad you’ll join us to see this through.”

Unfortunately, her words lost a little of their lustre as Kalashnikov was busy gesturing from Logan’s bone pile, whispering “whatever, minger!” at the gnome. He then returned to his work, picking up some large violet mushrooms amongst Logan’s gear.

Deeming the gnome too much of a trouble to bother helping, and certainly not caring about the broken bones, Luna focused on searching the area. The robed figures held no other surprises and neither did the saplings, so she looked around the room to see where they would be heading next.

The eastern wall was still mostly intact, and towards the northern corner of the garden was an old wooden door, partially hidden by the fungus formations. She noted this and scanned further, seeing another door along the southern wall.

Towards the west and north of the room, the walls gave way to a crumbling cave face, bricks littering the floor where they had fallen long ages past. A natural tunnel yawned wide in the middle of the northern wall, stretching into darkness.

From the darkness, Luna could make out the sounds of movement coming closer. Heavy footfalls pounded down the tunnel, and looking around the group, she noticed the tiger creeping closer, it’s ears twitching.

“You hear it too?” she asked, and Burian turned to her, slowly nodding. While half of her was thinking just how well the tiger’s pelt would look over her armour, she pushed it down and turned to the group.

“There’s something coming down the tunnel. If you incompetent fools hide well, we might be able to ambush it.” she whispered to the group, taking position behind a giant mushroom, but Levan was a little worried that he could still see her pretty well.

Still standing by the broken gardeners, Drenk leant down and pulled the large robes from one’s body, and tried to stuff his oversized arms down its sleeves. Joining in with a flourish, Jester whipped the cloak off the other, pulling it tight around him, excitedly whispering “I love a good cosplay!”

Kalashnikov, still stripping his minion behind some flora, couldn’t be seen from the tunnel entrance, and Enna pulled the gnome aside, shoving him into a mushroom pile. Crouching behind a rock, she looked on as the paladin took position in the shadows beside the tunnel, then gasped in surprise while watching tiger-Burian.

The lithe tiger padded around the room, eyes facing upwards, thinking carefully. One jump onto a mushroom was followed by another, and the group watched as Burian bounded up to the largest of the mushrooms. Accompanied by a communal gasp, the tiger jumped seemingly into empty space, but embedding his claws into the ceiling, Burian kept himself suspended directly over the entrance way…



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