That Didn’t Go Well

Posted by Mo Obak on April 27, 2015

It was our first session with a new group. There was a Human Rogue, a Human Paladin,  a Halfling Druid, and I played an Elven Sorcerer. None of us had read any part of the handbook, but we were reassured by the DM (the only one in the company with proper D&D experience), that it was just an origin story.

Let me set the scene: My mentor abandoned our clan a week before the events took place. When asked if I was alarmed, I said, "Nah, he's gone somewhere to pick up herbs.” But that night my character had a dream: His mentor warned him that a nearby Human village was in grave danger.

I took off to warn them as instructed.

Weary from the trip, I looked like a beggar. The Paladin was the Mayor of the city and the Druid his consultant. Throughout the day I tried to contact the Mayor, but I only made it as far as the Druid. He sent me to the nearest inn and told me to visit the Mayor next morning. But I didn't know he’d sent two guards to follow me.

At the inn, I met the Rogue. He offered me good coin to help him break into the palace and steal a jewel. Being true neutral I thought about it, but refused because I needed to see the Mayor. Stealing from him didn’t seem like a good idea.

That night I had another dream - this time about a jewel in the palace that was truly powerful. I was to wield its magic so I could protect the Human village.

Not much time after the Rogue poured a sleeping poison in the guards drinks and I was more than willing to help him. He killed the dice roll (three twenties in the row for trap, sound, and hidden room check) and made it out with the jewel, none the wiser.

He kept it close, but he wouldn't leave town.

After speaking with the Mayor next morning, I successfully convinced him that I had nothing to do with the robbery. Then all hell broke loose.

His guards caught the Rogue, who turned me in. I tried to explain the reason I needed the jewel, but the Mayor didn't believe there was a threat to the local villages. At the same time, hordes of Orcs were attacking the city walls, but no one knew.

So, there I was, in the jail with the Rogue. We had no idea what was going on outside our little cell.

Suddenly the Mayor ran down the steps, shouting about the attack. He set me free and gave me the jewel.

"Do what you must,” he told me.

Thing is, I had no clue what to do.

Thus, I went atop the tallest tower, held the jewel as high as I could, and tried to channel my energy through it.

Then... darkness.

Or, to be more accurate, a bright light and we all blacked out.

We woke near the village which, by the way, was destroyed. The Orcs were dead.

Seeing the village, I turned to the Paladin and said, "Uh, that didn't go well..."

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