DMs corner: Twitter Quest, Part 4
Updated: Aug 7, 2018
Every day on our Twitter Feed, @DonaldTheDM, our resident Dungeon Master Donald Lewis will post a One-Tweet Dungeons and Dragons Adventure! Anyone can Tweet a response, from which he will choose the best reply to continue the story. The idea is to play a communal Choose-Your-Own-Adventure RPG experience, a story that unfolds one day at a time, one tweet at a time. In the spirit of comic strips like Dick Tracy and Brenda Starr, together we see the adventure unfold one line, one decision, one epic moment at a time!
Periodically we will post an article that compiles the Tweets from the last several Months that make up our Adventure. This is your opportunity to catch up on the story and dive right in! How will your adventure unfold? What exciting tales await your heroic arrival? There’s only one way to find out!
Welcome to the World of Twitter Quest!
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Waking the Cleric he moans, clutching his skull, “What…who…” his eyes go wide, “The Guardian! Where… What happened?!”
I help him get up, “Apparently, we have both been deceived by the same party. ” I do my best to inform him what I know.
“We must be quick then! The Archivist is trying to free the Vampires sealed here, there may yet be time to end this madness!”
Smash the legs off the archivist’s desk. Fashion wooden stakes, and nod grimly. “Lead”.
The Cleric leads you down the catacombs, beneath Vandevic Manor. A strong Magical Barrier has been erected blocking the way.
I do a dispell magic ritual in hope that it’s strong enough to destroy the barrier
The barrier weakens long enough for you to slip past, before closing firmly behind you! The floor ahead is paved with Bones.
Alert as always I draw my sword and scan the immediate area for trouble.
As you survey the corridor, a boney hand grasps your ankle! The whole hallway begins writhing, a mass of grasping bones!
I reach for my BOOM STICK, you primitive screw heads!
You fight valiantly, shattering bones as more Skeletal Minions rise to join the fight! One cleaves into you, cracking a rib!
I smile as I spit up a bit of blood. Wiping it from my face, I place my hand over the wound and LoH. I smirk, “Good shot.”
The skeletons continue to rise, to your horror coalescing into one monstrous creature! You feel it begin to envelope you!
I take a moment and concentrate on healing my cracked rib. I can always bust out of this bony beast on the next turn.
The bones of the dead envelope you, leaving you trapped in a tightening cage of darkness and splintered bone fragments!
I close my eyes and enter a state of praying, bringing fourth my holy symbol I cast turn undead/destroy undead.
Holy light erupts from around you shattering the Undead prison! An unearthly stillness settles over the bone ridden corridor.
Kick bones away and ask the Cleric to continue to lead the way
You proceed deeper into the Crypt, coming to a high ceilinged chamber. An overly ornate Bronze Door dominates the East Wall.
Examine the door
Examining the Crypt Door, you find broken chains and disenchanted runes, all once powerful seals. The door is slightly ajar.
I search for traps and if I don’t find any, I let the more stealthy folk scout ahead
Entering a massive subterranean chamber you see three figures at a distance, robed and standing around an open Crypt.
Stealth and sneak closer to hear what is going on.
Stealthily slipping into the Crypt you approach the figures, immediately recognizing The Alchemist, The Archivist, & Lord Vandevic. Without turning the Alchemist speaks, “It seems our guests have finally arrived. Gentlemen, dispatch these pests.”
In hopes they only noticed us unstealthy folk, I say: “Is it too late to join your team?” to give the rogue some sneak attack chance
“Oh, it is far too late for you,” The Alchemist’s men move forward, the Archivist casting a ritual, Vandevic bearing fangs!
I ready my sword and prepare to strike any foe within range. “It’s not too late until my heart stops beating. Prepare to die.”
The Vampire lunges at you! With a flash of steel you parry!The Alchemist completes his spell, lightning erupts from his palm!
Your Counterspell absorbs the Lightning Blast just in time!The Vampire takes the opening to lock his Hypnotic Gaze upon you!
I countercharm that undead bastard because Fey Patron Warlock, and I entice him to watch the most glorious sunrise ever. Ever!
Your Countercharm seems to have little effect on the Vampire. He bares his fangs, only inches from your neck & closing in!
I start to laugh. And wait for the sound of teeth breaking on metal. Warforged baby.
You break free of the Vampire’s hold, tossing him back! The Archivist casts Chain Lightning past him, blasting your Armor!
I stand my ground and plant my sword into the floor. I use the sword’s magic to draw the lighting away and ground it.
The Lightning Spell rebounds, throwing the Archivist to the ground! The Vampire recovers, lunging at you, cutting your arm!
As a wizard, I have had enough of the melee attacks. I take my decanter of endless water and let the geyser hit the vampire
Running water, baby!
With his minions downed you finally turn your full attention to the Alchemist. He applauds slowly “Very Good, Let us Begin.”
Roll my eyes, and say “Bring it.”
“With Pleasure” The Alchemist flings a series of vials from his robes. Gasses of many dark colors begin to fill the chamber!
Throw caution to the wind and cast Burning Hands XD
Flames and Alchemic Fumes mix as you clash with the Alchemist once more! In the chaos you close the distance to your target!
Reach out to grab the miscreant and grapple him to the ground
Grabbing for the Alchemist, you realize he is an Illusion! Out of the corner of your eye he flings a flask at your back!
Give him the old Jack Burton! It’s all in the reflexes!
Deftly sidestepping the attack you lunge, clashing in vicious close melee! The Alchemist scowls, “Persistant Pest. Begone!”
I’ve wasted enough time with illusions. I cast anti-magic field centered on myself.
The Anti-Magic Field shatters all of the ongoing spells around the Alchemist, his true self at last revealed, unshielded!
Your screen of illusion had fallen sir! You may join us or die resisting, your choice!
The Alchemist scoffs “This is only the beginning.” Breaking a vial of smoke he vanishes, his unconscious minions left behind.
Unconscious? Good. Let’s restrain them and question them in a zone of truth, unless someone can catch the Alchemist
You’re able to restrain The Archivist but before you can secure the Vampire, the Cleric, Lord Vandevic, drives a stake thru his heart. “At last, my family is freed,” the Cleric sighs, turning from the Vampire’s ashen remains, “I am in your debt Heroes.”
“Good. We need a place to rest, resupply and plan our next steps, as well as find out what the Archivist has archived.”
You rest in the Manor as Lord Vandevic purges the Evil in the Crypts below. The captured mage The Archivist lays unconscious.
I search the Archivist for anything of value or a clue to the whereabouts of the alchemist.
Searching the Archivist you find Letters detailing a plot to topple the ruling hierarchy of the Mage Kingdom, Tarseldant.
Let us consider now, are the mage rulers kind and benevolent? What would drive a man to enlist the undead in political affairs?
As you contemplate the letters found on the Archivist and their implications, he begins to grown and regain consciousness.
I start to questioning about their plans, the Alchemist, and his possible hideouts and whenever I think he’s lying I burn a body part
You find out that the Alchemist is plotting a war between the Mages of Tarseldant and the surrounding kingdoms to seize power.
I consult with others to figure on pursuing the alchemist or warn the Mages en route. Either way preparing my gear for leave.
You prepare to pursue the Alchemist to the capitol of Tarseldant, leaving the captured Archivist in the custody of Vandevic.
Ask Vandevic to send notice to others if he has that kind of pull. Refill my flask and take a wineskin to go before I leave
Resupplied & with Vandevic sending word ahead you head out. One pass cuts into the Mountains, the low road thru the Forest.
The mountain will do. Perhaps there is a shrine we can visit briefly on the journey.
Taking the High Road you begin your trek thru the Redgate Mountains to the capitol of Tarseldant. A Storm looms on the horizon.
Pout to myself loudly as I down more rum. Intending to be heard by the whole party “This wouldn’t have happened in a forest”
As the rain begins to fall in steady sheets, you note a walled, aged estate just ahead on the muddy mountain trail.
I approach stealthily and look for signs of occupancy.
The eerie estate building looks abandoned, the aged stone walls overgrown. Windows are broken, but the interior looks dry.
Enter with caution of course. Who knows what old relics might still be found.
Despite some party objections, you cautiously scout the estate. It looks heavily ransacked and virtually empty inside.
Make shelter inside to wait out the storm. Check the estate for any hidden rooms or passages.
As you set up camp and dry your gear, beyond the estate walls you can make out the sound of several horses galloping this way.
Look for a vantage point and use it to see what the approaching party is.
A rain soaked rider stays his mount, an unconscious wounded woman over his saddle. He looks around frantic, almost in a panic.
Call out “Here sir! Wayside respite! Come in and share our shelter.”
The rider looks relieved, but seeing Casters in the party rears his mount, drawing a worn blade “You Mages will not claim her!”
“I don’t want your woman. But if you’ve trouble with Mages please allow us to assist you. I’ll not abide misconceptions”
The young rider hesitates, but before he can dismount or speak the clamor of galloping armored riders thunders over the rain.
I quickly show them inside including horse and wait outside for the new arrivals
As you hide the wary riders, a company of ten heavily armed Mage Knights of Tarseldant approach, their Captain calling out.
I greet them politely, asking them what they’re doing out here on a night like this
The Mage Knight dismounts “There’s a fugitive Sorceress in these hills. Stand aside, we will protect you. Search the Manor men!”
I trust the two won’t be found by the men. I inquire what the fugitive has done to avoid suspicion.
The MageKnight affirms “All casters born in Tarseldant belong to the citizens, their talents serve the people, not their own desires. That boy stole her from the people. She will be returned, and the thief punished.” He glares ominously, “Harshly.”
“I didn’t know Mages were slaves to the kingdom. What’s her penalty for capture or running away?”
“She will be returned to the Tower for training,” The Mage-Knight asserts, “Her captor will be made an example of, publicly.”
I have no patience in dealing with slavers, I cast fireball centered on them
Taking advantage of the distracted Mage Knights, you unleash your magical fury, setting several Knights and steeds ablaze!
I cast a barrier dome over the slavers, so the fire consumes them before they can escape.
The Mage-Knights are consumed in your magical onslaught. Only ash and bones remain. The young rider steps outside, agape.
Pilfer through the ash. The longer I search the sadder I appear, “..but…but mages always have the good stuff,” I whine. I snap out of my looting trance and notice the travelers. “So Transeldants work by force? The books omit that part”
The traveler falls to his knees “We are in your debt my Lords! The Knights would have my sister a resource to be consumed.”
I ask for more information about the mage kingdom
Tarseldant, the Kingdom of Mages, is a rigid militarized state, with unflinching Noble Wizards ruling as a Council. It is mandated that all Casters be educated in State run Towers where Mage-Knights ensure “proper” education, discipline and loyalty.
‘Tarseldent is a rubbish place to be then. I’m not sure if I want to help them. At all. Dismantle them more likely.’ Let us figure out a way to throw these mages into mass disarray.
“There’s a Tower to the west, where the ridge rises. More Mage-Knights will come for us when this patrol doesn’t return.”
With a swig and a smirk “I do love a good gate crashing” #Wizardlife
Gathering your gear you venture West despite the driving rain. By dawn, though the storm rages, you site the Mage Tower.
I send Edgar, my Raven onward and upward to scout for activity. I begin flipping through a few books.
The Mage Tower bristles with sizzling torches. The sentries huddle around fires and in the gateway muttering against the storm.
I cast a spell to snuff out the torchlight and watch for an opportunity to sneak inside.
I cast dancing lights about 60′ away from the guards to make them think that’s who doused the torches and away from us.
Grumbling, the drenched Mage Knights venture from the Tower Gate allowing you to slip inside. The stone entryway stands vacant.
Investigating the architecture I try to deduce the purpose and inhabitants of the tower.
While @TohavRedborne inspects the structure and location, from the shadows I watch for the guards through the gate we entered.
The Tower stirs at sunrise. Fresh bread wafts from the Kitchen; Dorms teem with early risers; Weary night guards trickle in.
I carefully sneak into the kitchen to see what else I can find besides fresh bread.
The Tower Kitchen is busy with enchanted cookware flying about, a compulsive looking Mage intently directing their motions.
“Mage cooking is either the best or the worst. Excuse me sir mage, care for a hand?”
You startle the cooking Mage, several enchanted utensils clatter to the floor “Watch it! I’m trying to concentrate you peon!”
“Sorry, it’s just that you’re such a culinary Wizard in the kitchen, I wanted to watch…”
“Then watch from a distance, naive! I’ve work to do!” The Mage turns his back to you, and to his open satchel on the counter.
I watch him get back into his work before carefully moving towards the satchel. I quietly search the contents of the bag left alone.
In the Mage’s Satchel you find a Key Ring with many arcane rune-etched keys. These likely open enchanted locks of some kind.
*hopes for pocket dimension* Palm the keys, wait a few seconds for something to happen, then pocket them and find my mage.
Runed Keys in tow, you enter the Tower proper. Several Mage-Knights and Novice Magi are beginning to fill the halls.
Disguise Self to match their appearance. Play it cool and observe. Genuinely curious what magic is worked here. If there is any sign of a valuable score or constructs I may or may not begin planning a heist.
Moving through the Mage Tower, few paying you any mind as they pass by, you find signs to the Library, Dorms and Dungeon.
As an adventure I can’t not head towards the Dungeon.
You descend the torchlit stairs into the Tower’s foundation. Around the corner you spy two Mage Knights guarding a Runed Door.
Tell the MKts we are here to inspect the cells for escape attempts, complain that we are just doing our jobs but it’s a living
You approach the Mage Knights, Runed Keys in hand, “It’s about time you got here! The upstarts are in the back left cell.”
I look them over and say, “Let’s not waste any more time then. Lead the way.”
A Mage Knight leads you into a deep dungeon, to the last door, “Don’t rough ’em up too much, The Commander wants them alive.
Check for Anchors or Anti Magic fields. Prepare to teleport back to the manor with them.
Examining the cell, the rogue Magi are restrained with magic-negating Runed chains, but there is no greater antimagic field.
I look them over and ask, “What crime merits you to be locked up in this cell?”
A Mage jumps up, fighting his chains, “If you’ve come to torment us than go on and be done with it, but don’t patronize us!”
Whisper “Great job keep it up. The guards are totally buying it.” Continue to work on detaching the chains #Wizardlife
The captive mage blinks, confused as you remove the magical chain bindings, “You’re… helping us? What trickery is this?”
“The real trick will be for us to escape the tower unscathed. Are you in or out? I told you I’m not your enemy.”
The mages readily join, “We will rally the other students. Can you handle the Mage-Knights long enough to get everyone out?”
“Of course. I will create a diversion to concentrate their forces and possibly entrap them.”
The rogue mages slip into the Tower, freeing others as they go. The patrol of Mage Knights still hover by the dungeon entrance.
I cast dispel magic on each of the Mage Knights. Let’s see how Knightly these Mages are. I draw my blade to duel them.
Returning to the Mage-Knight guards, you neutralize their magical equipment! Shocked, one of them yells, “Sound the alarm!”
<As my Drow Bard> I cast out Faerie Fire to distract them further. (How many knights are there?)
You descend upon the six Mage-Knights, sewing havoc with magic & blade! One lunges forward, his sword cutting your cheek!
Deliver a swift stunning blow to the offender. Wipe the blood from my cheek, and wag my finger at the rest of the knights.
The Mage-Knight is left reeling from your blow! One of his comrades cuts thru the fight and tackles you hard, pinning you!
I’m a barbarian. I rage and bite him. Dealing 1d4 bleed damage per round.
The wounded Knight staggers back, clutching his wound! As the melee rages he grasps a volatile vial and hurls it toward you!
I try to catch it in my bag of holding… it’s always good to have a spare volatile vial on hand.
The vial disappears into your Bag of Holding! Cursing the Mage-Knight draws his Flamberge. Magic Flames erupt as he charges!
uh…uh…I…I uh… I try to catch the Make-Knight in my bag of holding… it’s always good to have a spare Mage-Knight on hand?
You throw your Bag of Holding over the Mage-Knight, leaving him flailing his Fire Sword blindly, setting the area ablaze!
Knock him over the head. Pick up his sword. Beat a hasty escape with our new friends.
Emerging from the Dungeons, the Mage Tower has plunged into chaos! Hundreds of Mages & Knights fight openly all around you!
I cast a phasing spell on myself and the others, so that we can temporarily pass through the crowd without getting hit.
“Everybody stay close and shut up” Mass Invisibility and try to weave through the combat to the exit