(G378 05/01/2019 via Roll20 - AP, JF(GM)) WA51
DAY 415 (23rd Tarsakh)(April) cont...
We waited an hour, far back enough from the fortress to be out of javelin range.
Fenrir was himself, I remained as a monitor lizard and Veddic was a troglodyte.
Perhaps thinking things would be different after an hour's cooling off Fenrir
approached the wall a second time, but was met with the same response.
A short while later he tried for a third time, trying to explain about wanting
to talk to the priests about the sacred beasts and suchlike but again the answer
was the same - a volley of spears and bolts.
Frustrated Fenrir started shooting at the drawbridge, attempting to bring it down.
Inside a bell rang, and the bridge was lowered. Twenty troglodytes charged out and
were quickly killed by one of Fenrir's eldritch cones.
As more arrived we battled our way into the fortress. It was actually pretty horrible
as we killed well over a hundred of the poor things. They died in heaps of charred
flesh. The stink was indescribable.
We pushed on into the tunnel at the rear of the fortress, killing more of them as
we went. In the tunnels they had poured barrels of something like alchemical fire
onto the ground and as we approached they set it alight. Not only did it prevent
our going forward, but it sucked the air out of the tunnel and filled it with smoke.
The trog defenders threw more jars of the stuff at us and we eventually retreated
back to the fortress. Fenrir asked me to summon up some water elementals and we
tried again to assault the tunnels. It worked after a fashion, but it wasn't long
before the elementals were just clouds of scalding steam and once more we returned
to the fortress.
We looted the bodies of the slain troglodytes and threw them into the chasm. It
was grim work. Then we had a spot of lunch.
I must say my dear, it was all just horrible. We tried again and pushed through one
of the flame barriers and into the tunnels beyond. We advanced a few dozen yards
further in, only to be met by yet another, even bigger, wall of flames that extended
thirty feet back.
We were still being attacked from all sides. From the front, from the back and from
all the side tunnels we passed. It was a chaos of flames, smoke, blood and death.
Dozens of dead troglodytes lay all around us. It was time for me to say something.
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