Our return to Waterdeep had to be circumspect, with all the ruckus caused
previously.[1]
Ireth and Szivem had both been present then, but Tari had not, and neither had
Zyn[2]. So the druid turned herself into a horse, and I polymorphed Szivem into a
cat, to be able to roam the streets of the city undisturbed.
I had a lot of items to sell, but we started quite late due to distractions[3], and I wished to delay us no more. Well, we did make one stop at the
Zhentarim to pitch my business idea[4], but my Persuasion was not skilled enough.
Alas, we descended into the dungeon and headed to the one place we did not
previously explore. We exited the secret passage shown us by the undead former
cleric[5]
to find a huge statue. We decided it's time to make fools of ourselves and
tried to inspect it, twist it, turn it... and it actually resulted in a
Circlet of Blasting, which I pocketed. And then the Bugbears came to
investigate the noise.We dispatched them with ease.
I barely had time to make more zombies when the next batch of Bugbears
attacked. One healthy Fireball laid most of them on the ground, and we
followed the survivors...
... into a great forge manned by two Ettins (represented by the Elemental
minis). Spell queue: Fireball, Summon Lesser Demons, Fireball, and we're
done. All my zombies were gone, but we got through the evening virtually
unscathed.
We split the fat loot[6]
and carried on.
In one particular corridor, we met 3 statues of elves, one of which held a
golden spear. Well obviously I tried to take it off... But it was a mimic.
Also the statue was a mimic.[7]
But the evening was running late, so we wrapped up and decided to carry on
from there.
[2] Obviously, as I had been DMing.
[3] Everybody was hungry, both literally and for social interaction. Even the
children. Especially the children. And also one literally drugged party
member, until I suggested a coffee.
[4] Taking over the failed actors' place in taking tolls on the first level of
the dungeon.
[5] He was nowhere to be found.
[6] Well, not particularly fat, but any small amount helps.
[7] DM: You laugh, she laughs, the statue laughs, the spear laughs.
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