Yeah, probably the same lot, although I just got the one hessian bag for the lot to go in. I think it was £4.99 for six full sets of dice plus the bag, so a bit of a no-brainer really.
Oh, and 8pm sounds good to me.
Yeah, probably the same lot, although I just got the one hessian bag for the lot to go in. I think it was £4.99 for six full sets of dice plus the bag, so a bit of a no-brainer really.
I’ll say with your passive insight you can deduce that beatboxing is regrettably not a universal pacifier for giant spiders. Spider Jeff had refined tastes and motives such that he was unique amongst spiderkind.
Bidding Jeff farewell, the party immediately set about figuring how to rob him blind. They settled on disguising themselves as dwarves and convincing Jeff that his contract to guard the forge had long since expired, as had all the other people running the mine. Relieved of his post, Jeff went to have a chat with the flaming skull by the water wheel. The moment Jeff floated out the door, Slythe swiped everything of value from the forge. Charr also enchanted the Potato of Destiny in the flaming green brazier, expanding its power beyond that of any other potato in the multiverse.
Proceeding further into the mine, the party discovered two bugbears being directed by two drow to locate something in the mud banks of a stream. Not wanting to overexert themselves, they delegated the job of slaughtering them to Jeff by persuading him that they were thieves who had stolen stuff he was meant to be guarding. Jeff, incensed by this turn of events, gave the intruders a piece of his mind before ravaging their brains into mush with his eye-beams, allowing our intrepid heroes to immolate and carve their bodies to pieces. Jeff helpfully pointed out what the bugbears were looking for - a pair of gauntlets of ogre power, buried in the mud - and then set off to explore the world.
The party took a break by the stream, but the alarm set by Slythe was triggered. Upon investigating, they found the enemy they had been tracking for some time, the Black Spider, with one of Gundren's brothers held hostage at knife-point. Curiously, Slythe noticed through a keyhole to another room that there was another dwarf held prisoner who looked exactly like the hostage.
The Black Spider ordered the party to surrender else he would kill the dwarf, but some cunning insight determined that the hostage was not in fact a real dwarf. The ruse exposed, the Spider questioned where the party's allegiance laid and what their motives were in coming to the mine. Slythe concluded that his allegiance was to coin, before moments later realising that nobody had agreed to pay them to come to the mine and stop the Black Spider. Were our heroes so selfless and noble that they hadn't even considered financial reward before plunging themselves into peril? Or was this plain incompetence on a scale hitherto unheard of within adventuring circles? Whatever the case, they were not given chance to ponder on this as the Black Spider's hostage transformed into its true form of a doppelganger and attacked.
Thirty seconds or so later, flames had been thrown, thunder had erupted, an urgent distress call had been sent to Jeff, Charr was crushed within an inch of his life and the Black Spider lay on the ground, dead or dying.
Will Charr survive to burn people another day? Will the Black Spider make his death saves given that the DMs dice were consistently rolling 2s and 3s all night? And will Jeff return to save the day and show everyone who's boss? We find out next week!
A full rest is about 8 hours, I think it'd be very unlikely that we would be allowed to do that right in the middle of a dungeon crawl when the big bad is just around the corner. Or at least, I've never seen a case where it has been reasonably allowed by a DM.