Halloween Adventures: Dungeons Mishaps and Angry Dragons

    It started with five adventures wandering into a lonely town. They had known each other for quite some time. Two were in a relationship, Vilhelm and Sylvae, another two were both Paladins with the intent to share their holy word, Bartholomew and Licky, and then there was a barbarian with no real connection besides the fact that everybody would hide behind him, Cain. Cain rode his giant bull into town and Licky rode a large warhorse while the others were forced to actually work their leg muscles. It was ridiculous.
    They enter the desolate town and are begged by the townspeople to take down an devil witch-queen who had been kidnapping their people and bringing darkness over their entire town for centuries. They accepted. Somehow, though, the vampire in the party, Vilhelm, didn’t notice that the village leaders were all of his kind. They were all vampires masquerading as humans. How curious…

    They ventured towards the stretch of land that would take them to the evil witch queen, Meldreth. Their first obstacle was a cornfield of great proportion. Vilhelm looked from side to side to see that Sylvae was busy fiddling with a leaf on a corn stalk and the Paladins were posturing in an attempt to see who was stronger or some shite like that. Cain seemed to be the only level-headed individual and he always had, at least since they met him. By the time the ragtag group of adventurers had met Cain, he had mellowed out exponentially. Cain looked on the corn field with suspicion which only intensified when the leaves shuffled and there was a whine of brutal dogs.

    Suddenly, a barrage of werewolves jumped through the yellowing corn stalks and attacked. The players rolled for initiative while the DM licked his lips in satisfaction of pulling one over on the team (even though he really didn’t.) Three wolves attacked the largest player, Cain, and his bull. Using pack tactics, they were able to do some extra damage and wounded the character, but they were nothing compared to a level 16 barbarian with the power of Hell on his side. Vilhelm and Sylvae dished out small attacks. Vilhelm, out of his element, and Sylvae was also quite out of her element, meaning they did very little damage but neither were stupid enough to jump straight into the danger like the idiots they had in their party. The idiots, Licky and Bartholomew (though it was mostly Licky) jumped straight into the danger. Bartholomew was using Divine Flame to burn the devilish creatures while Licky was charging on her warhorse with a sword outstretched and read to behead the demons that had attacked them. Once the three wolves were dead, another two jumped out of the stalks but they weren’t the only monsters to come to them. In fact, there was an unsettling rustling of a most intelligent creature coming towards them. A scarecrow, the scarecrow that had previously been scaring away the crows with it’s grotesque appearance and vague humanity, pushed past the closest stalks and opened it’s maw, showing its jagged jaw structure and it’s fully demonic light that shone through the orifices of the beast.

    From its eyes and mouth, bright blue light disturbed the poor souls looking at it. Bartholomew was petrified and soon taken over by the will of the monstrosity. Bartholomew turned his sword against Licky, who he had a deep-seated hatred for that he hid away in his subconscious, and attacked while the werewolves also attacked the war horse, biting at the joints in it’s massive legs and attempting to gnaw at its hind quarters. Vilhelm was finally doing some good by casting fire bolt at the straw-and-fabric-made man-beast. This caused the monster to scream out and wail with terror. He was not expecting to be damaged by the power of flame. Slyvae, in the meantime, was busy countering her boyfriend by putting the scarecrow out. She was made from the earth, quite literally a sentient elf-like tree-person, she hated fire just as much as the monstrosity they were fighting. She was quite angry at her partner and comrades for using fire to attack their appointed as well. Soon, soon after the monster was extinguished by Sylvae who held some sort of sympathy for her kin, the beast was slain and lay around them was a pile of hay, thread and torn fabrics and five wolf corpses.

    The Meldreth’s hut was hidden in the dank swamp behind the corn fields. The adventurers entered the decrepit hut. The door slammed shut behind them, effectively locking them inside. They found very little besides monsters and other things inside the hut. However, Cain ran into a mimic, a shapechanger that eats people by turning into something valuable and secreting adhesive in which to keep the person stuck to them so that they can easily consume their prey. Once the team were free of the many trival and tedious obstacles, they ran into a room with a sentient pumpkin with an evil face.

    They fought with all their might and in the end, Bartholomew ended up gravely injured and Sylvae ended with wounded pride since the pumpkin rejected her kinship bond. Cain was effective in killing the creature by dodging it’s vine-tentacle attacks and chopping it with a large sword as if carving it which did extra damage. They moved past the room with the evil pumpkin and saw the old ‘witch’ in a rocking chair near a fire. She looked evil, with a haggard face and claw-like hands with untrimmed nails, black from dirt and grime. She didn’t seem pleasant and barked at them with horrid words. Eventually, Vilhelm used a powerful spell in which he touched the woman’s skin and emitted sheer necromantic force through his body and killed her. She dropped a dagger, not common for whom they assumed to be an evil witch. In the door to the room, the townsfolk entered and smiled at them. Crooked smiles, showing their fangs which glared at them and twinkled in the flickering candlelight. Vilhelm wished to reason with his vampire brethren, but true to vampiric nature, they didn’t care for anyone outside of their coven and rejected him and his offers to let them go. They were the true evil and they decided to sacrifice them to their evil God which Meledeth had been keeping at bay with the White Arts (good magic). They had killed the good guy and were being sacrificed by the bad guys who they thought were good guys. They were truly doomed.

    They drank all of their blood and put them in comas. The adventurers woke up in a cage with a sadistic vampire taunting them. What were they in for and how the hell did they come to this?