Session 81 - I wish ...
No sooner does the dracolich lie still, Dwertern disappears!
Taedor scrys him in a dimly lit cavern, turned to stone, clutching some large tome in his left hand. Worse news, is that at least seven Medusae accomany him. Plans are made, albeit for tomorrow, to go in force to retrieve him.
Perhaps it was some work of the draclich in death, so the party thinks at first. But some knuckle biting and concentrated recalling of lessons past, tells them it is unlikely.
They do remember though that a dracolich has a phylachtery to which it's soul flees upon death of its current body, and some searching and thinking later reveal an orange, dimly glowing diamond-like gem in the obligatorily trapped treasure chest as a likely candidate. They crush it underfoot. Or at least, Jill would have if Taedor didn't get all antsy-in-his-pantsy and utterly destroy it with a powerful disintegrate spell.
Heading back to town, on passing an unexplored, though barred passageway, Jill feels the pull of destiny, and Divine Fortune pause for just a little bit more adventuring on the way out. They uncover a lair of strange looking Boggles, but they turn out to be nothing more than hungry, and are well pleased to go off and raid the food stores of the Wearers of Purple. A little further and a strange magical barrier is encountered, which after some frantic confusion is banished by Peccable.
XP:L12-100:L13-80:L14-60 Except Dwertern...