Stomping On Landmines In Gnomergan
By: Aylune
This is the story of Raid Group 3, which ventured into Gnomergan.
On this epic adventure 9 vastly overpowered individuals and one undersized delicious piece of bait, a level 19 gnome mage, ventured forth into the irradiated bowels of gnomergan. The crew expected little trouble, all well equipped to handle the foes within, instead they expected an easy victory. They were wrong.
The plans to use the tiny gnome as bait were successful. Some could say too successful. Group after group of lepers, troggs, and mechanical constructs came running towards the party lured by the frail gnome in their care. Hundreds of enemies fell by tooth, blade, and arcane might. The plan was wonderful until they reached the bowels of the fallen city.
In a move that would prove most fatal the party decided to travel down the central hallway. Flaunting their position to the enemies on both balconies above them. Their overconfidence was their undoing. The enemies were once more lured to them, but this time in greater numbers. Those angry mobs ran all the way down the hall alarming all their comrades as they went. When the first of the enemies came to great the party they were followed by an armada.
The mechanical beasts fell quickly, there dwarven comrades proved more difficult but not impossible, it was their gifts that caused disaster. Those pesky, tricky dwarves were prepared for intruders. They willingly laid down their lives to rid us of ours. Those dark iron dwarves rushed us in great numbers and absolutely covered the hallway floor with landmines. While the crew made great efforts to diffuse them all in time it was impossible with the sheer number. Once the first exploded the rest followed in rapid succession, taking the lives of almost all, less the brave Paladin Pedro. He was able to call upon his god to resurrect his fallen family.
("If there's one person alive who can rez its not a wipe!" -The Hopeful Hunter)
The group continued on, humbled and wary after their near failure. They were quick on their feet and watchful for danger. Not watchful enough, once more they swarmed in great numbers, jumping into the tunnel from the left and right tossing mines. Once again explosions filled the air as party member after party member collapsed to the ground. Only a cowardly rogue survived by running off and hiding from the danger.
("its not a wipe if the rogue survives" -The cowardly rogue)
Still with high spirits the party forced their souls to return to their broken and beaten bodies. They warily finished their tasks, and swore to never again speak of the event they now referred to as "Gnomergeddon"