Shawnacy's 4E D&D Game, part 2!
And unfortunately, since Doom get dropping out, we have no recording to give Jay :/. I feel bad for Doom; he kept missing so many good interactions from Shawn's NPCs.
Summary for Jay: We went into the City of the Damned looking for a place to get out of the cold. Some assholes suggested we go sleep in the shrine because "no one ever complains". Har har. We found a place where we could pay to stay, but it was basically a hole in the ground... actually, literally a hole in the ground, full of drunks. It did have one point of interest: a paladin of Saint Cuthbert (the group that was chasing us and Erick during the flashback session). He seemed to be disgraced from the paladins though. Gaspar found out he'd been staying in the city for 15 years and hadn't dared the maze.
We took our chances at the shrine, which was apparently to some forgotten wyrm god, and full of skeletons that get up at night. Erick set us up with an undead ward that'll last a week, so we were safe. People seemed genuinely shocked that we were lived the night. We went up to do the maze, had some bad words with an idiot hobgoblin, and got our pieces of bone that would be our calling numbers for the maze. Apparently the maze is the town's bread and butter--as Gusto said, a true tourist trap. The rules are that if you enter and then leave through a different exit, you get a load of gold for every beat of the drums, which beat every few seconds. The last guy who made it out did so 10 years ago and was pretty rich when he emerged (though he later was murdered over drinking/gambling debts).
While waiting to be called, we saw the leader of the Yoggakon, also apparently the master of the maze. We also saw his daughter or niece or something. She asked us to deliver a letter to her forbidden love, which Adia and Errick went off to do. They gave the letter to the man, with his wife present, and they jumped to attack our buddies, who ran out of there after Adia snatched up the letter again. Essentially it was a mock note from their kid--the envelope for the letter was their child's skin. We were suckered into nastiness*. Eventually, time came for us to go into the maze. We were mocked for decided to wait (as did the Cuthbert night) until the guy pulling identification realized we were all together and let us go together.
That's where we left off.
*BTW guys, are we a bunch of losers? None of us rolled perception, insight, or jack shit on that girl before she fucked with us. Boy oh boy...