The Witch In The Tower

Finally, a new DnD session, but probably the last for this year with Christmas and all that coming next week. Oh well, it ended with a bang anyway. So it started were we left of, in a room with a chest filled to the brim with platina coins. Joyfully we thought our wishies had been granted, but alas, we mistook this as a favor from the gods, when in fact it was just a prank played on us. The chest and all that it comtain was cursed, they couldn't leave the room without physically hurting the ones that tried. So when we all tried to think out a strategy to dispell the curse our ribbin (sp?) found a letter in his pocket, somehow put there without him knowing by the dragonborn that found us before. We read the note and for some reason the dragonborn urged us to kill his master, the witch in the tower. So we did what every party does, we split up. My, (for some reason) half-elven cousin searched for information by the staff, the avenger went outside and was dispatched home by a eldarin wizard who took his plays in the party while I took the lead to scout out the tower together with out bard and the ribbin Vilo.

We sneaked past two guards while following the directions that was given to us on the note until we reached a locked door. The door vibrated with magical powers so our bard took forward his key and unlocked the door while dispelling the magical trap and behind the door was a staircase leading upwards. Sending the ribbin first and the bard and me after him we soon reached... another door. This time we had enough of this sneaking around thing so the bard knocked the door. An apprentice opened and wondered what we were doing. The bard then began making up so e story about being inspectors making sure everything was in order. Reluctantly he let us in to the chamber. The witch sat on a throne with two goblin guards and another female apprentice in the room. Fairly aggrevated by our presence the bard tried to stall for time while I and the ribbin scouted out the room, me taking in the details while the ribiin checked for magical traps and weapons. When the witch began to threaten us we quickly left and almost fell down the stairs.

Gathering our group together we found out that she didn't seem to be a nice person and many pursaded us that if we got a chans kill her since we will do nothing else than bring doom upon us. Not  much evidence to why our even a name, but still. Feels like the middle ages if you ask me. Anyway, we also tries to gather information from the lord himselves, but he side-stepped our questions and also began threathen us to leave her alone, and as punishment for our misuse of his name he took Vilo to repay our debt. What he did was finishing the potion he was working on to free Vilo's father and pointed him toward the noble responsible for his mothers death. So there he killed him after the noble struck first, but missed. Vilo questioned him and then left him bleeding to death in the nobles own house. He met up with his father and then left the town traveling home.

The rest of us got word from Vilos father that we must end the witches life so we sprung to action. We rushed up the stairs and our barbarian broke down the door. The battle began with our new wizard companian burning away the goblins, I took sight on the female apprentice and fired away. Of course my usual luck strikes and the dice never roll any good. The other concentrates on the other apprentice and then the witch strikes. She attacks the barbarian and then shapeshift to her. The barbarian reacts with attacking the dobbelganger, but it is a trap. The barbarian ends up hurtibg herself. To remedy this the bard begins mocking the apprentices and force them to attack their master. The battle continues in our favor with the witch switching appearance multiple times, but since we are aware we make sure we only attack the copy. She is bloodied and near death when it's my turn. Using my daily power sure shoot I give her the coue de grace. As my arrow sink into her heart I can feel a strange power filling me, a door in the back swings open and... hear end this session. Now we have to wait until next year to see what lies beyond the door.