Having defeated Gondolfino and his minions at Castle Lightningpsire, and having transferred their minds back into their own bodies, the party was ready to move on. They just had one problem - the little girl, Jane, who they'd rescued. Confident that the next world they visited would have to be better than one filled with undead, they elected to take her with them. Using the Gatestone, they felt themselves being stretched impossibly thin ...
April 25, 2011
Our freakish heroes were embroiled in combat, seeking revenge against their maker, Gondolfino, and his evil clown minions, with hopes that somehow they could return to their own bodies before their minds became too weak. One clown had fallen, but another still fought, while the third was strapped to the table of Gondolfino's infernal device, hideously transformed into a travesty of a woman. Gondolfino himself had disappeared, but Phil seemed to be able to sense his presence with his snake's senses, although he didn't seem to be capable of hitting him.
April 20, 2011
Trapped in bizarre circus-freak bodies and imprisoned by the evil circus-master Gondolfino, our characters' fate seemed bleak. Within a day or two, if Gondolfino could be believed, their minds would succumb to the strain of trying to adapt to their new bodies and they would become gibbering idiots, living out the rest of their days horrifying the paying guests at Gondolfino's circus.
April 11, 2011
In their attempt to rescue the young girl, Jane, who had dashed off in search of her recently deceased parents, the party had become embroiled in combat with a swarm of undead who were somehow allied with denizens of the Circus Gondofino. Things were looking promising, however. Only a handful of the undead remained standing, along with just a couple of roustabouts, and three of the four big cats were down. However, something or someone was still casting spells at the party, and the clowns were unaccounted for.
April 9, 2011
Having visited the Menagerie and Freak Show, the party decided it was time to visit the Big Top. After buying their tickets, they were ushered into the tent, where rough bleachers had been erected. A small band was playing cheery tunes, while roustabouts circulated among the crowd selling snacks. With a fanfare from the band, a diminutive, round man entered with a flourish. He was dressed in a bright red coat with long tails and a high stiff collar, and shiny black riding boots. He had a mustache waxed into precise curls, and his hair was oiled and brushed back almost into wings on either side of his bald pate. He carried a large megaphone which he used to address the crowd.
April 1, 2011
After surviving their encounter with a pack of apparent werewolves, the party began healing up. They were concerned about the bites of the wolf-like creatures potentially infecting them (having all seen werewolf movies), so they also began casting Cure Disease spells just as fast as the party's clerics could learn them. They heard children's laughter from the midnight forest around them, which only added to their sense of paranoia. However, the rest of the night passed uneventfully.