Feb 23, 2011
Session 3(Encounter 3 of 4 of Chapter 1) completed.
We've finally reached the site of the former Castle Inverness. Only a shell of the outer wall and it's towers remaind with a bit of rubble indicating one-time location of the infamous tower.
Me, a mage of the school of enchantment, and my fellow three adventurers a dwarven fighter, a dragonborn hexblade, and a half-orc thief were asked by the dwarven priest Splintershield to scout and clear the ruins while the priest prepared to bless the area.
The thief attempted to sneak into the ruins but being followed so closely behind by a dwarf in armor who made no attempt at stlealth probably didn't do him any favors.
Crossing through the gate the party was gripped by an uneasy feeling, but we proceeded to examine the perimeter and the towers, to be followed by a check of the central area.
The first tower was empty of everything but rubble and we quickly moved to the next tower notable by having a small fountain just outside of it.
The dwarf not-so-cautiously approached the tower with an approach that took him by the fountain. Lucky for me, my sharp eyes caught the movement of two of the nastiest piles of goo I have ever seen before they got to touch the fighter.
We settled into our combat stances and fought hard. The fighter hit one, but caught the brunt of two very nasty strikes, one from each of the snots-with-attitude. The thief and the hexblade put nasty hits on one of the globs while I tried to influence the other that there was something more interesting in the tower to eat. After another good hit, one of the slimey piles split into two and things were looking grim. The dwarf was dealing with a nasty ongoing acidic burn and fell unconscious. Focused fire from the hexblade and thief took out one of the slightly smaller slimes, while I finally convinced the bigger, relatively undamaged one to look in the tower. With that one occupied for a bit, the other small goo was taken down by the others, while I aided in the revival of our dwarven friend. At this point, it became an all out attack on the remaining slime or slimes as it also split into two in response to our attacks. In the end, we prevailed.
While the dwarf drank from the now clean water in the fountain, I noticed a glimmering. An amulet of health as it turns out! The fighter was awarded this upon determining that he would most likely benefit from its use, and in turn save our hides in any future conflicts.
The rest of the search and clearing was mostly uneventful. We returned to the caravan to receive the thanks from Splintershield. I still don't much care for the idea of settling on the site of this castle, but maybe that unease I felt on entering its grounds and the battle with the slimes has me rattled.