The Diaries of Riolu Ungart: Part 9.1; What now?

Since we were hired by Decambria and her husband, several weeks have passed. In that time, Sunshadow has been comuning with his religious order and working on a secret project, Staab has been fighting in the arenas for fun and for money, and I have been working with Rosa. I took her shopping for new equipment, I made an offer on the former “Slave Trader Joe’s” building and it went through, and we have been working on converting it into a keep for us to live in. We cleaned out the place, turned the dungeon area into a series of bedrooms, converted the lobby into a common room, and installed a kitchen. I’ve focused on the backyard area and making a lovely garden. I cobbled a pathway around the area and center fountain, planted some of the herbs I got from the Eccentric Herbalist, placed strawberry beds around the entire area, Finally, I finished the garden by caring for the lone tree and made it my sleeping quarters.

We’ve worked a few jobs for our new employers to pay them back for the start-up funds they gave us to purchase and renovate the building, and by now have broke even. However, trouble was brewing once more as reports of a powerful demon has been sighted in the surrounding areas. Further investigation has proved that this demon is a Balor, the very same as the one that attacked the king all that time ago when we first met.

Staab didn’t know nor did he care about the beast, as he felt no obligation to take care of it. However, Sunshadow and I both knew that we couldn’t let the Balor harm anyone else, and we began making preparations for how to deal with it.

Rosa stepped forward to us and spoke to the group for the first time. She revealed that she is what’s known as a Mystic (Awakened), and is willing to fight the beast with us. However, the 3 of us would still be no match for the beast. Sunshadow remembered that there were 3 more people we haven’t considered in quite some time. Vanta Nailo the Half-Elf Monk, Credelia the Tiefling Warlock, and Destin the ??? Blademage. However, we weren’t sure how to contact them and summon them. Or at least, as far as they knew.

That night while in my tree, I took off my glove and uncovered my dark vein. With my other hand, I clutched my veined wrist and began meditating. As my meditation reached its peak, my mind was transported to the Realm of Dreams, and I found myself in the same Sailor Moon transforming state I was the last time, only this time I found myself in the reading room of The Dream Man.

He sat in his luxurious chair by the fireplace with beautiful book in one hand and glass of Rose Wine in the other, with the bottle sitting on an end table next to him just to the right of a cheese platter.

This composition is my character Riolu Ungart the Half-Drow Half Hill Dwarf Circle of the Moon Druid standing (probably on some boxes) by the side of @kimbles ’s Half-Elf Half-Orc College of Glamour Bard Rhos in the campaign @bitchesofbagrule

Rhos is truly the biggest cutie and was a pleasure to draw with Riolu. I imagine they’d get along pretty well.

Xanthar’s is out and I just got my copy and learned of the spell “Guardian of Nature”. It’s everything I’ve ever wanted and it even stacks with Wild Shapes!

This is Riolu Ungart in his “Guardian of Nature (primal beast) Owlbear form.
I love it so very much!

The Diaries of Riolu Ungart: Part 5; Reunion

alwaystheweirdones:

For the following month after the party split, I spent some time traveling around the Fey Isle in the Outlands, searching for I don’t even know what. I met some people, was betrayed by those people, and moved on. I ended up going back home for a while, until I received a mental message from the King’s sorcerer, telling me to go to a place called ”Metalville”, and was given a map to follow. So I dusted off my gear and bid farewell to by home once more to begin my travels anew.

Once I arrived in Metalville, I learned something important. The wilderness was dead there. No flowers. No clean water. Putrid air. The town had been too heavily polluted for even the highest of Druids to cleanse. The pollution was so bad that importing became the only means to provide any food and water to it’s denizens. It continues to make me sick how poorly this place has been cared for.

Luckily, my indegestion was short-lived as I soon saw a familiar person from among the golems. Good ol’ Sunshadow stood in the streets holding a red and black garbed person with noodle-like limbs by the ankle, dangling him as the man just smiled. I ran over as quickly as I could to my old friend as he dropped the man and gave me a big hug. The King tried to reunite the old group for a new mission, and him and I were the only ones to show up.

We entered that Metalville’s Laughing Tongue to find a population of the hardier races (ie Dwarves, Goliaths, Orcs, etc.) and golems, the only ones capable of surviving this harsh environment. Everyone is making merry except for one middle-aged man, whom was somber over his mug of ale. The red and black man (whom now I know is named Staab) went over to him and did a masterful performance with his daggers, earning the applause of the tavern as well as some tips. The man stayed sullen. Staab then apparently decided that this sullen man deserved to die, and (unsuccessfully) attacked him. The man caught Staab’s arm in mid-thrust, turned around, and angrily said “What the hells do you think you’re doing!?”. Staab just laughed and responded “Dunno”. That still doesn’t sit right with me.

By this time Sunshadow goes over and apologizes, then asks him why he’s so sullen. The man (named Deven) tells us how there have been disappearances in Metalville, and this time it was his wife and 2 kids. There have been puddles of weird yellowish goo left behind, leading to the speculation of foul play. Everyone who went out searching for the missing townsfolk went missing as well. This was why the king summoned us to Metalville, to figure out what keeps happening to everyone. We were pointed to a trail of the goo (sun dried) leading into a forest of dead trees and we went on our way. Staab kept following us…

As we traveled through the woods, Staab made a remark how we should just burn down the forest to make out search easier. I bonked him on the head with the dull end of my quarterstaff to hopefully knock some sense into him, but he just got up and laughed. (I’m really uncomfortable with him around). 

After a while, we noticed that it felt like we were being watched. We went on guard and were soon ambushed by a group of Gnull, with the leader being twice the size. Staab daggered, Sunshadow smited with the power of his gods, and I simply used the Brown Bear form. We took them down, the leader laughing while coughing up his own blood, acting as if we’ve made a big mistake before finally dying by Sunshadow’s Sun Blade (Sunshadow ended up bringing his body with us).

At the end of the trail we found what looked like a cave with the yellow goo on all sides, even the floor. Not wanting to step in that gunk without testing it first, we tied a coil of rope around the deceased Gnull leader and made quite the morbid yo-yo. When he touched the gunk, he started disintegrating immediately. Sunshadow took one of his javelins and poked it. The metal was unaffected. I was lifted to Sunshadow’s left shoulder and Staab to his right. I cast “Dancing Lights” to guide our way.

We came to a fork in our path littered with the remains of various creatures. Not knowing which way to go, I Wild Shaped into an Acid Bug. Sunshadow then threw me down one way (too hard in fact, and I almost face planted into the wall). It was a dead end, but so was the other path. I used my “Acid Spray”, and the goo dissolved instantly. We continued down, facing zombie like creatures from the goo the entire way.

We arrived to a large room with a large, misshapen face on the wall.

“Welcome fools”, it said with glee, “to your grave. I’m sure you’ll be delicious.”

The room attacked us with humanoids and tentacles made from the ooze. The Sun Blade+”Divine Smite” disintegrated the goop just as easily as my acid spray. Sunshadow’s aura protected us from being absorbed ourselves.

That’s when I noticed 3 people stuck to the ceiling of the cave.  A mother and two children. The creature put out a huge grin as they started falling. I flew up with haste and quickly transformed into a giant crab, catching the two children in my claws and the mother on my back. I fell straight onto the goo, expecting to be dissolved any moment. I was fine. The goo couldn’t digest my exoskeleton. I held onto them, protecting them, until the beast was killed, gurgling and screeching as it sublimated into nothingness. After exiting the cave, I treated their wounds the best I could, but will probably always remain permanently scarred.

We took them back to the tavern to find Deven. He, his wife, and their son immediately perked up and embraced. All except for the little girl. She kept her somber expression, no matter what we tried.

I left them with a basket of apples from my home as we went onward.