The Good, The Bad, and the Ugly

The Good:
(1) The hallway seemed small, long, and cramped. It would have been completely nondescript, save for the deadly flaming spheres that hurtled down it approximately every 5 seconds. Heat blistered and the air simmered as fireballs pounded the back wall at the end of the corridor. It was quite clear: Navigating that corridor meant death. The adventurers stood at either side of the hallway, carefully avoiding the deadly flame.

"Well. This is a problemm" murmured Mara Hawkeye.

"Alexander, give me your shield?" asked Rudy.

The human passed his heavy shield to the halfling. The shield nearly covered Half Pint's entire body, head to toe. "I'm going in!" Rudy shouted. Yelling at the top of his lungs, Rudy raced down the corridor and was swallowed in flame. There was an eerie silence.

"Oh hell," muttered the dragonborne.
"He's dead?!" asked Cuppies in disbelief.
"There goes a perfectly good shield," stated the human.
"It is a sad moment when a companion passes," began Leenia.

"Hey! Guys! I'm alright! It's not real! It's a fake fireball! Come see!"

Rudy stood triumphant at the end of the hallway. Unscathed and grinning proudly.

The fireball had been an illusion.


The Bad:
(1) "It's okay. I've got this," whispered Rudy as an audible CLICK was heard and the trap was disarmed. "Now to see what's inside this chest!" Rubbing his hands eagerly, Rudy opened the chest.

Suddenly the floor shifted, jolting, tilting upwards and sending Cuppies and dragonborne tumbling down, down to the bottom of a now steep slope where dark water pooled at the bottom. A different kind of trap! The massive slab on a stone coffin lay open at the bottom of the slope. Ekerrath slid powerlessly into the coffin and the stone slab boomed shut.

He was trapped. Water filled the enclosement. If he and his companions didn't find a way out of this, this coffin would become functional.

The Ugly:
(1) The great beast flapped its wings, while a scorpion tail lashed out.
"Watch out!" shouted Cuppies. "Wyvern!" Each member of the party was precariously balanced on tiny clouds in a realm of bottomless air. A strong rope linked each adventurer together, in the event that one should fall, the others would stop it.

The wyvern was in its element, however, hovering before half pint and Ekerrath. "Kill it!" shouted Rudy. Fifty feet away at the end of the connected ropes, Alexander watched helplessly as the battle unfolded. He was too far away to help. He had thrown away all his javelins, knowing the amber sword of Acerak was a superior weapon. Now he had an enemy to fight - but couldn't reach it.

Swept up in the raging desire to bloody an enemy, Alexander took aim and threw the magical sword at the beast with all his might. But the attempt fell short. The sword plummeted, twisting and turning to the bottomless depths in the clouds below.

Moments later, from well above in the sky, a flashing could be seen. A tiny object, tumbling and turning, fell from the sky and swept by. It was the sword. Things fell here, but there was no floor. They fell forever. Alexander knew if he could leap to a nearby cloud, he could retrieve this sword of power. Without hesitation, he lept.

And fell.

Dragging Mara Hawkeye, who gripped at the cloud, but couldn't hold on with the weight of the human pulling her down. She, too fell.

Pulling Leenia.

Who fell.

And so it went, until all but one member of the party was in a state of perpetual freefall, with the vicious, poisonous wyvern still very much in control. The only party member who remained standing was the Eldarin wizard, Cuppies.

There is an ancient word used by a long-dead race that describes such situations. Although withered parchments may exist in their language, no one living can read them. This word classically captures the party's current situation:

"Hosed."

Player Quotes:

(1) Rudy: I've decided I no longer want to use katars in combat anymore.
Adam: You would get the same benefit from using a short sword or a dagger. It's a waste of a feat.
Rudy: The katar is going away.
Josh: The guitar?
Bob: Rudy is a katar-hero. My nephews love that game.

(2) Josh: You now have a quiet moment. What do you do next?
Alex: I'm going to sleep.
Josh: ...and polish your sword. Yes, yes, we all know what you're doing, and that's disgusting.
Adam: Usually after you polish your sword, you fall right to sleep.

(3) Rudy: I woke up. What do I see?
Cuppies: Me spooning with Leenia.

(4) Jeff: Where else could this module take place if it didn't have a French influence? Where else could we be instead of France?
Adam: The Dominican Republic?
Jeff: Reisa?
Adam: Huh?
Jeff: Hey. I just out-geeked Adam. He didn't know Reisa!
Adam: Reisa? What is that?
Josh and Bob (simultaneously): Vacation planet.

(5) Rudy: I give him the mug with the sleeping potion in it that was created by the love potion alchemist.
Alex: I drink it, thanking Rudy for the ale that I think it is.
Josh: Rudy suddenly is looking gooood.
Alex: How you doin'?
Alexander falls asleep.
Rudy: I cut his belt.
Alex: I feel like a cheerleader at a frat house.

(6) Alexander: I'm furious. I'm tied up. I'm not talking to anyone.
Cuppies: Once seventh grade is over, then you can talk again. I love doing that to my students. They won't be doing anything and then I'll go to them and say, 'Why are you being so defensive?' Just calm down!

(7) Sephora the Sorceress: Where did you get that accursed sword?! It is infused with evil magic and responsible for the deaths of many!
Alexander: Mighty sorceress. Swords don't kill people. People kill people.
Cuppies: I kill people!

(8) Sephora the Sorceress: Do not kill him. Killing him would be the end of a life and the end of a good comrade.
Cuppies: Eh. A comrade.
Rudy (to the bard who has been following the party on their adventures): Yo. Gerard. Can you fight?

(9) Jen: Yeah. We got all these erasers because Mike went eraser shopping.
Adam: What a nerd.
Jeff: Heh.
Bob: Seriously.
[All four pick up one of the erasers and begin erasing damage taken for the last fight.]