Reaper Errant Session 5 is available on YouTube here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7Rrxcn353Vg
I much prefer not being a door.
Last thing I remember as a human was walking along a trail through the marsh, going past a little house, and pulling a very tasty looking fruit off a tree there.
The door days are fuzzy, but I do recall that the old lady who lives in that house seems to enjoy turning her ‘guests’ into things. Animals. Furniture. Doors.
Next thing, I was back as myself, still in the swamp, with a group of very suspicious people nearby. I don’t know what they did, but I’m really glad to no longer be a door, so I’m not going to complain.
They offered me the opportunity to go with them after the witch. Sounds good to me. I feel like a conversation with her is in order. Or maybe if she like inanimate objects so much, maybe she can have that conversation with my rapier.
We’re following the tracks of the house through the swamp – apparently it has giant bird feet. Maybe it used to be a bird, who knows?
We came across a river deep enough to be a problem for the more height-challenged members of the group, but with some rope we got across with no trouble.
After a day or so of travelling, we got to a spot where the house-bird tracks were deeper than the rest. The wilderness-aware members of the group put forth that the house probably rested (roosted) there the night before. There was also a chest nearby…
…yeah, not a chest. It was rather more toothy and hungry than most chests I’ve seen. It bit Corncob when he approached, and the acid stink of its spit was noticeable even from a distance. That’s gonna leave a mark. Once the rest of the group got engaged, though, it went down pretty quickly. We found a few coins and a jar of healing ointment in the remains.
We camped for the night shortly after that. I took third watch, because nothing ever happens on third watch. Except that night. A board charged in to camp. I shot it once, but it wasn’t until the elf summoned some sort of spiky vine thing that it went down. Bacon, yum!
The next morning we picked up and started following the house-bird tracks again. Around mid-day, we came across an arcane circle carved into the ground. Walking into it didn’t set it off, as nobody noticed it until somebody was already inside the circle. We also noticed that the ground in the area had a sheen on it, like oil on water.
Abran thought it was a summoning circle. We decided to try to move on around it, hopeful that since it hadn’t been triggered on entering the circle we could avoid whatever it was meant to summon. No such luck, as we moved on a large elemental snail surged out of the swampy ground under us.
I ran past it, as did Pujol. Gooseneck approached it, though…and immediately got whalloped by the fail-like appendages on its head. Abran tried using his vine spell on it again, but the spell rebounded and hit him instead. Apparently magic is out. Many of us keep attacking it, and Gooseneck managed to recover and move away from it. Finally Corncob summoned a field of spikes around it to slow it down, and we ran.
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