So my group wrapped up the Doom of Savage Kings last night and one of my players was so excited posted a summary on his Facebook. I thought I would share it here:
I made a post about our game last night on FB, and thought I'd share it with you guys. Sorry if I got any character names/details wrong.
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There are few things better than a Natural 20 when you really need it.
Last night in Dungeon Crawl Classics:
Our party consists of my wizard Thulgar, a human warrior known only as The Butcher, a warrior named Dahd, a dwarf named Topal, and an elf named Falcon. Their trusty companion is Gobwin the goblin.
The party had met Gobwin in a dungeon, and impressed by their prowess (and grateful they had not killed him), he has followed the party ever since. He saved himself when he pointed out that, unlike his companion, he spoke Common (and could therefore follow our commands). We decided Gobwin’s companion, whose name is lost to history, if he ever had one, would be the first thrown to the traps. The poor soul didn’t last long. Let that be a lesson, goblin kids: stay in school.
Our party had taken it upon ourselves to free the village of Herot from a rampaging hell-wolf. The villagers had faced the terrible choice: sacrifice an innocent every few days, or face the demon’s wrath every night. They had chosen human sacrifice!
In a dark tomb crawling with undead and littered with traps we retrieved the Spear of the Wolf, which a witch had told us would pin the hell-wolf to this plane of existence. Thus pinned, we could kill the beast good before its soul escaped to fight another day.
As we returned to town from the tomb, the Jarl’s men attacked us. Though it took some doing, we put them down, with an assist from my wizard and his Choking Cloud spell. After casting his spell, Thulgar (and the dwarf, who was down to 1 HP after fighting zombies while a trapped room was collapsing) stood back and let the Butcher and others handle the riff-raff. (Read: I rolled badly and lost my spells).
We were none too pleased with this development. We took shelter in a hunting lodge and licked our wounds, swearing vengeance upon the Jarl.
In the flickering light from the fireplace, Thulgar studied his spellbooks and prepared for the coming day.
The next night we climbed upon the hill where in days past sacrifices had been made to sate the appetite of a demon from the hells. Blood stained the standing stones. As the wind whistled through the stones, you could almost hear the screams on the innocent.
We awaited our prey.
Suddenly, over the wind we heard a terrible howling coming from the village! We rushed to the gate, but the guards would not let us in. Thulgar raised his hands and at his command fire burst from them to blast the wooden gate. After that, they decided to let us in.
Cut to after we took care of the hell-wolf. We saw the Jarl standing before his hall upon a hill, looking daggers at us. We tried to rally some townsfolk to our side, but they weren't sure the wolf was dead, and cowered in their homes.
Thus, alone we few stalked up the hill to find a Thane standing before the door to the Jarl’s hall. "We demand to see the Jarl!" Dahd shouted. "I can't let you in," the Thane replied, and went down with one blow from the warrior’s mighty fist.
Drawing his sword, Dahd kicked the doors in. Torches along the walls revealed a long table. At its head stood the Jarl, next to him his sniveling advisor, and around the table stood his remaining Thanes. Weapons were drawn, and the fight was on!
A few minutes later, things were not looking good for the party. In retrospect, confronting the Jarl immediately after battling the wolf was not the wisest course, as we were wounded and winded. Although the elf had slain the advisor with a rope use spell, summoning a rope from the rope dimension, wrapping it around the advisor and slamming him into the ground, The Butcher and Dahd were down, slumped across the table atop of which they had been fighting. The Jarl and most of his Thanes still lived, the Jarl directing his men from the head of the table. Torpal was fighting for her life, and Falcon was engaged with a Thane at the doors while more guards advanced upon the hall.
Thulgar’s back was to the wall, three Thanes advancing upon him. He briefly considered escape, but saw no safe way out. Besides, he couldn’t leave his comrades. The wizard drew an ornate dagger with strange markings upon it and stabbed it into his left bicep, cutting himself down to the wrist. Blood flowed freely, and, drawing upon its power, he augmented his spell of Choking Cloud. The torches dimmed and Thulgar opened his mouth, coughing out horrid fumes which flew upon all of the foes in the room, striking them dead on the spot. (Read: I sacrificed 20 attribute points and also rolled a natural 20 to get the highest possible spell result). A moment later the choking clouds flew out the window to slay the foes outside the hall, even then advancing upon the party.
A moment before, all had seemed lost. Now the party stood amongst the corpses of the Jarl and his greatest Thanes.
Among the dead, sadly, was The Butcher, who had been with the party since the beginning.
Thulgar leaned against the wall and used his bloody dagger to cut a piece of his robe to staunch his wounds. His skin was pale, his breathing shallow. “What now?”