Feels Like Poison

Maybe a bit late for the DnD game on last sunday, but better late then never. So we started of with me laying on my back in the woods with an arrow in my chest. The others had chased away the drow who was responsible and began attending to me. The bard was first out who is our primary healer (although I got the best healing stats outside of combat). He tries to wiggle out the arrow, but makes it worse. Then the dragonborn (who by the way failed to protect me or even avenge me)  pulled it out, thankfully.the others start to check the note which tells of an attack on a village to the north and an rather specific death threat towards me since I apparently killed a drow lords only son in a war some 40-60 years ago. Whoops, I need to retcon some bit in the backstory, but it will work out just fine. Anyway, I check up on the arrow otself and what do you know, covered in poison. Apparently I have just 3 days to find a cure otherwise I will become paralyzed and slowely die in agonizing ways without any hope for survival. And the flower that is needed is north of our current position, when we were heading south. So north we have to go.

Now comes the more funny part, I overacted this poison like a true hypercondric. Just knowing the effect I fell to the ground with fever so they had to either carry me or support me while walking. We stoped a wagon run by a dwarf who let us on with the bard in front, sharing a pipe of special tobaco. In the end the dwarf tossed him of at our final destination, but forgot us. Thankfully my perception is pretty high without rolling so I mentioned in my fever dream about "bumps in the night" and "water water everywhere". This alerted the others so that we got out in time, of course most of us landing in a pole on top of each other while the bard sat in a tree. They find the the flower and grind it up to paste for me and spoonfed it to me. With this going on the dragonborn got a look on my bow and apparently recognized it from a person who looked like me that he apperently have killed. The others saw him acting suspicious and tried to get it out of him, but nothing came from his lips (if dragonborn does have lips). So on to the village.

When we finally get there we are greeted by spider cob-web and an apperently deserted village. We enter the town square and sees a statue defiled by drow writing. The bard splits up to search for survivours while the rest of us enter the big mansion, emitting some kind of dark magic our wizard can't really pinpoint. In there we entered a hallway with a large staircase and in front of it a pike with a severed head. The brother of our barbarian no less. On a door to the right a barbarian arm is hanging from an axe. The barbarian fueled with anger kicks open the door and faces three dark dwarfs. A battle ensues with the barbarian killing one with a first strike and greatly damage another. Diring the rest of this surprise round the rest of us tried to dispatch the ithers, but failed in doing so. The round is up and we roll initiative, and I'm victorius of the party, unfourtunatly the dwarfs are much quicker. The battle goes on for two rounds until all dwarfs are vanquished. We then stand in an empty room. Checking for treasures we only find things belonging to the barbarian tribe with markings of the god Tempus, which means she threatens any of us who dares even mentioning taking one of those things.

That didn't stop the dragonborn getting something down from the top of the bookcase while I got my hands on some fur robes. Need to check that thing out.our wizard on the other hand had begun localisijg the dark magic he felt and concluded two things. The first thing that on the top floors there roamed a warlock and secondly in the basement a dark ritual for summoning a demon from the nine hells was being performed. We decided to get the bard and put an end to these dark activities once and for all. In the meantime our bard had begun locating villages hidden in their basements guarded by several barbarians from the tribe of our very own. Sending them toward the village square and preper them to leave for Neverwinter. When he was finished we showed up explaing the situation and the barbarian leader offered two warriors to accompany us on this task. Suddenly all our people with powers in arcana was pushed toward the ground by some force emitted from the ritual in the basement, urging us to hurry with the plan. And here the session ended. And before I forgot to mention it, I kept the poisoned arrow to repay the noble in kind. Sadly, I belive that when I finally stand face to face with him I will probably miss even though I have elven accuracy and all my action points saved up.