The Crypt of St. Cumarin: Finally rich? - Delve #3 (Play Report)

This is a play report for a megadungeon run by my friend bue. I have been told that it contains material from Dyson's Delve. FMC Basic is our framework of choice.

 

 

This one was a quick and easy go-in-and-grab-shit affair.

We, that is, Korbinian, Schwerthelm, Bill Batmann, and Kurt, returned to the Crypt of St. Cumarin.

The skies shed tears of joy during our ascent, for they knew our fate. 

Soaked to the skin, we entered the caves that were once the home of our newest comrade.

Down the spiral stairs we went; at the bottom the sweet stench of death greeted us. 

Large rat carcasses marked with ambiguous bite marks were the source. 

They did not hold any coins. 

We left them be; they were doomed to meet the ferryman penniless. 

A fork in the subterranean path presented itself.

Sounds of rodent conversation echoed from the south and north we went.

The cave grew tall, and the ceiling was lost in darkness.

"Curious!" Kurt exclaimed. 

Korbinian had already spotted two tomes.

"De Re Coquinaria! Volume I and II!" he read aloud.

He did not finish his thought, or he would have explained to Kurt that this was the realm's oldest cookbooks.

A humanoid with eyes, teeth, and claws as yellow as dandelions dropped from the darkness. 

The feral Widerling was clad in robes and glittering jewellery.

Korbinian contemplated diplomacy, but the cave dweller chose violence, the true universal language. 

With luck and determination, the fiend was felled.

Its inheritance was left for us.

But before we had a chance to pack our bags, a wave of squeaking beasts stormed into the cavern.

Only when we realized that they were merely passing through did we breathe again.

We returned to town with two culinary tomes (each seven hundred silver shillings), two gold rings (each two hundred silver shillings), a lapis lazuli talisman (eight hundred shillings), and a ceremonial key on a gold chain (one thousand and two hundred silver shillings).

A total of three thousand and eight hundred silver shillings we earned that day.

Korbinian spent his share to research a fear curse.

Bill Batmann sought out a trainer to learn the trade of a true soldier.

Kurt bought a plate armor and spent his time recruiting.

Thus Margarethe the Pearl, an expert climber and sailor, joined the band.