We had a few treasure maps from our last score that we were going to hunt down, hopefully to destroy some evil and get some loot. They weren't terribly far away and we opted to tackle the most lucrative one first, a note from some Egyptian sounding mfer we found in the dragon's hoard. On the way, our park rangers of Yogi and Smokey received their uniforms and informed us that they were making progress with the territory around their lair. June of Ehlonna was spearheading that operation and would soon have picnic tables and hiking trails and other park services available for the peasants of Horizon.
We ran across some likely bandits who didn't want the smoke and a weird obelisk formation that led us to a secret treasure trove. So far so good. We camped near the trove to give us the most time in the following day for searching the treasure map location out, which was just a hex over. Fresh off of a good rest, we searched. And searched. And searched.
We failed to find the location by the end of the day and needed to rest again. We considered the danger of camping in the hex of our target, but if it was that hard to locate, surely the terrain was rough enough it'd be easy to hide in. We were wrong.
Essentially every randomly determined roll that could be rolled went against us, resulting in crusader Fr. Cassian Dominated by a Mummy Lord and 100+ HD worth of mummies, zombies, and greater hell hounds ambushing us while we slept. Without the ability to turn undead, fighting in our underwear, and having a powerful PC added to the enemy as a force multiplier, we basically got our asses kicked after a slog of a battle.
Zimon was able to pull June and Fife the henchman out while Percival and his henchman Abraham escaped on some horses. Everyone else was dead while Fr. Cassian, the Bishop of Horizon was Dominated by a Mummy Lord. We were able to heal up thanks to some consumables and equip ourselves but we were still pretty outclassed. Unfortunately, I couldn't abide surrendering Cassian to the Domination. I was going back in.
We buffed as best we could and returned with the intent to strike hard at the Mummy Lord and maybe break his hold on Cassian, the other undead, etc. After another brutal, bloody fight, only June, Zimon, Percival, and of course Cassian remained standing. We won, but at what cost?
Garth the Bard PC was dead, along with the small roc mount Sam the Regal, Zimon's ethereal mount Springer, June's monstrous cat Fiddlesticks, and all of our henchmen. We were not particularly close to home and our mobility was seriously hampered. If we were going to recover our many levels of henchmen with any hope of success we needed to do it ASAP, but we were already two hours over session time so we broke there.
Our next priorities are finding the den of evil to make sure any sinkhole related to it is destroyed and escaping the wilderness with our asses. We'll have to see what we can salvage from the disaster. Ultimately, if you want to make an omelette, you gotta break some eggs. It wasn't a TPK and I didn't hear no bell, so I'm calling it a win.
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