Found the guy up an elvish mountain. He did ascend, in the end, after we fought off some dracoliches and such.
Packed with potions of greater invisibility and clarity (... this will make one of the quotes below make more sense) we took the air ship to the floating "island" in the sky aaaaaand CUT to the A team! Who finally made it back to Faerûn! But it's now three weeks later, and Things Are Seriously Wrong.
We could only get a faint sense of our higher-up gods, not of the B team - except for Aumen, who we found severely (and I mean SEVERELY) injured in the catacombs below. The sky island thing was a trap, and quite possibly our friends/minions are dead and we're all going to hell in a handbasket.
And this is the last session for this part of the adventure!
Courtesy of Monday 3 June 2019's Godbound session.
“Where’s the polygamy in Mass Effect, damnit?!”
“She’s an airhead, by the way.”
“What, she’s really into Jane Eyre?”
“There’s so little space to write your Divine Gifts.”
“They don’t expect you to live long enough to need it.”
GM: “A Devil’s Mountain, covered in clouds of despair, with a glimmer of gold at the top.”
Player: “An eye?”
GM: “Several seconds later, there’s a green flame.”
Player: “Of course it’s a green flame.”
“Guess what? Who am I not?”
“Captain Obvious?”
“Stop. Time out.”
“You already cast Time Stop, how much more do you need?”
GM: “Varion’s on the edge of the cliff. – Don’t even think about it.”
Viconia: “But it would be so easy!”
Player: “He probably has Feather Fall.”
GM: “And the Sky word.”
“He’s walking in the air!” (Singing)
“Don’t.”
GM: “Could you bring me a Monster Manual? Preferably one that has dragons.”
Player: “But not dracoliches!”
GM: “You think THAT’S going to save you?”
“Of course he’s a kill-stealer, he’s a mage.”
“We don’t mind kill-stealing in this scenario.”
“Poor dragons.”
“It’s only ‘poor dragons’ if they’re on our side.”
“You can now call me Viconia Dragonslayer, thank you!”
“Killing blows do matter.”
“Let’s go back to happier things.”
“Escapism, damnit!”
“Back to the undead we DO like!”
“… And then you can have a Potion of Clarityn, in case of allergies.”
“Only three of us? Where’s Umberlee and Enoch Powell?”
“He’s dead?”
“He got better.”
“He’s looking awfully spry for a dead man.”
“I could have that power too, but I choose not to, because it’s crass. And buildings are for fixing, not for breaking!”
“Aumen is beneath me. I don’t mean that as an insult.”
“That’s the world fucked.”
“And our other characters!”
To be continued ... at a later date!
