After various unsuccessful attempts at disabling the lightning trap (we later found out you're not supposed to be able to) we gave up, and left. Turns out the forge thing was best left alone as well, so Murmei was right to insist not to become a blacksmith. Of course later he took the skill anyway, because it meant he'd be able to patch up Knightlight himself.
We continued our journey and came across the Fortress of Solitude. Despite his previously flawless negotiation tactics ("hi, let's be friends!") Murmei was unsuccessful with the ice trolls, who decided the party would be best eaten. The party disagreed, almost wiped, but finally took out the lot of them, and got a fancy magic spear in the process.
Turned out there was a ginormous wolf creature, who had apparently eaten a dragon previously, guarding a big door inside the ice cave. Elindra talked to it, but it wasn't being helpful either. Apparently there's a portal to another realm behind the door, and the ice trolls want to take over this world, but so far they haven't come very far ... and besides, they're also trapped inside a big bubble you can't simply walk out of.
At any rate, we got out of there, found a treehouse, rested up, and we left off having found a couple of dead ice trolls and a dead boar, and the air was getting chilly again ... to anyone not wearing a cold immunity ring.
Courtesy of Monday 23 September 2019's Symbaroum session.
Player: “We’ll all go slowly mad and kill each other and the only one standing will kill themselves.”
Elindra: “No, I won’t.”
“I’m sure it will be FINE. You go first.”
GM: “You pass the point that’s called ‘Deathly Trap’ in the book.”
GM: “The adventure hasn’t really catered for this scenario.”
“I can live with that.”
“No, you can’t. You’ll die.”
“That’s what Panzers do.”
“Maybe you like the pain and misery.”
GM: “It’s a friendly little dungeon.”
Player: “Sure.”
Player: “It’s the Fortress of Solitude!”
Elindra: “I can take Superman.”
Murmei: “Oh, ICE trolls! I thought you said MICE trolls!”
Elindra: “What are the odds of them being friendly?”
Murmei: “I’d say they’re perfectly high!”
Valgai: “I think Murmei’s perfectly high.”
“It was a liege troll that killed all those Templars.”
“Yeah, but Templars are dicks.”
Murmei: “Hi sir! We’re new to the area and we thought we’d introduce ourselves.”
GM (resigned): “… Bloody hell!”
GM: “Almost like stats are important in this game.”
(when being friendly with ice trolls didn’t work out)
Murmei: “Guys! Guys! We’re being food!”
Player: “I succeed by 16.”
GM: “Yes, you hit.”
“How much health are you on?”
“I’m on ‘if it hits me I die’.”
“Valgai’s killing stuff, oh yeah!”
“Mind is not blown, but mind is sufficiently fizzed.”
“I don’t want to deal with a wolf that eats dragons.”
“Ice trolls are dicks.”
“I bet other trolls think that as well.”
To be continued!
