Yesterday marks the anniversary of Gary Gygax's death and is celebrated as GM's day by various RPG communities. It just so happens that our group meets on that night. Last night they decided to slay an ancient red dragon that lives in a nearby cavern (ostensibly to get items to aid them in their current quest, but really the treasure tables H, S and T fire a light of greed in even the roliest of role players.)
The first attempt to execute a complex plan, involving an invisible thief, a wall of ice and a phantasmal force, nearly ended in disaster when the dragon, hearing the heavily armoured group clank up to the cave entrance, bathed them with dragon fire, leaving the cleric all but dead. Run away, regroup and try again. The second attempt went well. The dragon ended up using another breath weapon on the phantasmal force. The party got initiative, the thief backstabbed for a large amount, the fighters piled on, and soon the fearsome beast was dead.
There were literally tons of coins in the hoard. I at least had a chuckle when the party tried to use a magical broom of flying to ferry gold back to their ship. The broom was an animated broom of attack.
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