F.T.G. Squad, The

The F.T.G. Squad was D&D 5e campaign run by TacoCat. It lasted 3 sessions. The following may or may not be entirely generated from https://talktotransformer.com/.

## Characters

* Durrance Drowthorne (Arcane)
* Feral Ghoul (Looweeja)
* Kaleus, the Druid (ArchGM)
* Cenia Cleric (Zerxrez)
* Krogg Lord (Tropingenie)
* Y (Looweeja)
* Mogrin (Zerxrez)
* Dana (Tropingenie)
* Lanora (Looweeja)

## Campaign

### Session 1: Durrance Drowthorne

Our first session had us play as Durance, a Fighter/Cleric, Feral Ghoul, the Druid Kaleus, and Cenia Cleric. Feral Ghoul was the Rogue, the Druid was my Ranger, and I did both the Fighter and Cleric.

Before starting the game, we discussed what we would do when we heard that a powerful drow had escaped from his jail cell, killed his guards, and was on the run from the city. Durance didn't really need an adventure for me to help guide him but Feral wanted to get rid of the drow.

Feral ran off with the drow into the mountains, which would make our way through the jungle while I was off scouting and providing information. Feral had done some investigating and learned that the drow drow had been doing a lot of work in the forest but Durance was trying to keep them in line. At that point I decided it would be best to come along for the ride and go in to rescue and stop the work. We traveled through the forest for about three to four days and met all that was important to the drow. After that we set off to gather more information. The drow had made a trap to trap an animal that was coming out of the wood where the forest was. The trap was set at a spot that had been burned so when there was a party of drow coming it could easily be caught. We started out trying to find the trap. After four days in the forest we met with Durance. To our surprise he said that the creature had been trapped in a trap that was set by a human that had worked for an evil organization called the Shadow Thieves. He also said that the person that had set the trap was none other that the evil priestess. When she took a few days off from her journey to lure the drow out on their quest she returned to her home village. The village elders were outraged by what had just happened and tried to keep her away from the community. At this time all but two of the drow men were dead or about to die. When the drow found out what had happened they were all dead or well. The last woman was killed by falling trees at the edge of the forest. She had no memory of what had happened to her.

At night Durance would come back to our village with a small group of elves, humans, and dwarves. Since the rest had killed the humans and they had no more humans, Durance set this group up as a defense that would help keep the remaining human-like beings from attacking our village.

One day, while the villagers had gone to sleep there had actually come at sunrise a group of young women with large breasts. Durance didn't know what they were doing to the village. He thought they were spies who tried to capture a human-like person. He quickly got a couple of elves to help him with a small wall along the valley.

They went on to keep all human-like beings from crossing the wall. They took great care in what they did and as long as human-like beings didn't have any weapons, they would be fine. They were very careful and used their magic to avoid fighting with the other elves and humans. This helped them survive and when it was too late, they simply ran.

Durance was very proud of this town. When he first set up the wall, there had always been a few humans there, but now there were more humans. Durance also noticed that now the human-like elves had started to look more human-like than before. Durance did what he could to change this. The humans would have to help rebuild as they had.

The elves and humans were both grateful, and the human-like elves came to Durance on the beach during the night. Before Durance could do anything, the humans started to tell him that his wall was going to fall, and that Durance was their friend and should do whatever he could for them.

Durance didn't know many people in the human village and was a bit wary, but the humans told him that he was welcome there, that they were all just tired, that they needed help, and that he should come and help himself or his people. The humans didn't know when Durance was going to leave, but he told them, "if I don't stop here and tell them the truth, that they're going to die, I won't be able to live."

Durance was quite afraid, but at night when there was no one there and the forest was clear, he went to the elf and told him what he had thought, that there was no way that humans could kill his people. The elf said that was right, the humans were monsters, but they could kill them, and that they didn't have to live in fear. Durance said that they would have much to fear. After that, when they found the elves, they tried to escape but were stopped at the last second by a human, who cut Durance in half. After this, the elves returned to their home and the humans were never seen again.

After Durance's death, he was later revived again by humans, but he went insane and started killing those who disagreed with him. Eventually, he was finally slain by a human who killed him first, which left no other option for the humans to continue killing other elves. After that, they started killing the elves that didn't agree with them. Durance then took his place as the next leader of his tribe which is still on an unending quest of killing elves and their allies.

### Session 2: Feral Ghoul

This session was run a couple years after the last session in an attempt to finish off a lot of the loose ends from the previous session. We also had to deal with The Dark Gods.

As you remember, near the start of session 1, Feral Ghoul was chasing drow into the forest. The group had killed several drow that were trying to help the fleeing drow. Drow would have been the only thing left standing in a group of wandering wildlanders. They had almost killed the drow in ambush and were now a few feet away from the group.

They had already killed a second, much larger drow, this time a huge one.

This left the group alone on the other side of the wall. There was still an open gap between the wall and the rest of the forest.

When the group tried to get close to the wall, the drow that they had killed tried to hide. They didn't think that a large group of group of wildlanders would be able to sneak up and kill them. They would be outnumbered.

Feral Ghoul was the first to kill one of the drow from behind the wall. He was very surprised. He didn't think that a group of wildlanders would suddenly move in, attack him, and then suddenly turn around and run away. Feral Ghoul had been waiting for this day for awhile. He was looking forward to his next meal. He had no fear.

Tiamat noticed the change in Feral Ghoul and the drow. They were starting to run, which was good. They had to be fast. It was better and safer to run towards them than to keep running to the door.

But a second later…

"Who the Hell are you and why are you doing this?"

The question cut through the air. It sent chills down Feral Ghoul's spine.

"Hello. Good to see you again."

Feral Ghoul took a step back. Before he could react the shadow stood up, his long, grey hair trailing behind him. The one-eyed ghoul raised a dagger.

Krogg Lord.

"We're not here about finding you. We're here about you," the drow replied.

"Ah. I should have seen that coming. We weren't about to let you find my body." Feral Ghoul smiled at the wretch.

"Is it your doing or your curse?" A voice from behind.

Krogg Lord's head jerked. Croak jolted him. He spun on a dime, shooting out a glowing red bolt of flame. His eyes widened as he saw a shadow-like creature moving towards him.

"He's come." The dark-skinned form of a young woman approached them.

Krogg shook his head, and the glow around him seemed to diminish.

"How foolish I am," he whispered to Y.

"I have known you long enough to know you can change. Now, come with me."

"You think? I thought you wanted to hurt me!" Krogg riled.

"You'll see. I can save you."

Krogg lunged forward, cutting through another shadow-like being. In an instant, a huge blade of flame erupted from his hand.

"You have grown very, very strong."

A large bolt formed in Krogg's right hand. He raised it a few inches and it exploded.

A blast of dark-blue arcane energy surrounded him.

"This is what I am!" Y shouted. She reached for him. With another flash, Krogg disappeared.

The group stared in amazement. Krogg had no visible skin at all. He couldn't even move his head.

"Ohhhhhh my god, it's real...it's fucking amazing..." Y said in awe.

"This is so amazing that I can't even comprehend it...I don't know, what am I doing..."

He stared right into the crowd, his features changing to a dull blue as a black, shaggy mask took over. He slowly began to shift his form, shrinking and expanding to fill each cell with his new form.

There was a silence in the room as everyone watched the spectacle unfold.

### Session 3: Cleric and the Dark Gods

The previous session ended with Feral Ghoul watching, bewildered, as Krogg Lord and Y both awoke, then fought. With Y's dominance established, and Cleric's arrival, Feral Ghoul turned on their masters, leaving only Cenia standing to face the others:

"They were like a swarm of bats attacking us from the sky. It was so loud, the sky got red with it. It's like being attacked by ants!" Cenia's voice broke as she felt the waves of fear hit her and the others. But if she had feared for the life of the whole tribe, this was much much worse.

She took cover behind a rock, letting all of them get close. Her bodyguards rushed at Krogg and Y and their allies. They had no time to even think about it; now the sky was red, the clouds were glowing crimson and and the rain was pouring down like a flood.

Krogg saw the chaos, the rain, and the fear, and tried his best to pull them back.

He thought the Stormfather would not allow them to die, and that he would bring them all to him. But a hand suddenly came from behind him, and he looked up, seeing nothing, only blood on the snow.

When he looked down again, he saw that Y had been killed, and Cenia was bleeding out from her chest. The Stormfather was gone.

He reached toward her, and there was no blood at all. She was gone, but he knew that she was alive and he wishedher not to die.

"If I had her," he said, "I would have brought her home with me."

But the Stormfather had left a trail of death. In the morning, the two guards had to bury Cenia's little child, Zora. At sunset, the young warrior saw that the Stormfather no longer sat at his table. The old priest was gone, and only a skeleton, still dressed in the ceremonial uniform of his clan, stood guard near the altar.

Cenia's spirit had traveled in to the realm of the dead. Her death still had not been avenged.

"You don't think I can find her?" he asked in awe.

"You know where she is, don't you?"

"I know she was on the​​​​​​​ side of the light," Krogg said, but there was no answer in his voice.

"But how can she be in one piece?" he asked.

"I don't know," Krogg answered slowly. "That old priest told me he got that old woman to the afterlife."

"Did he tell you how she got there?"

"That is a secret," Krogg said.

​Krogg was beginning to understand. The man had gone too long without food and with no one to do his errands for him. "Now, then," he whispered to himself. "This place is full of spirits."

​Krogg paused and pulled out a letter.

"This is my sister," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "She died of hunger in the mountains. When I was young, she took refuge in the temple of our lord. She told me to do some farming."

​It was one of the letters that Moth had given him. Krogg could scarcely read it. He did not know what would happen to the letter, but it had been sent with the idea of getting it to Moth.

​"Tell her you are here, then," said Krogg. "Tell her how many she has left."

​All three ghosts appeared from the shadows at once, and began walking toward the temple.

​Krogg felt a strange urge. It was not fear, but… curiosity?

​He felt a strange sense of power wash over him. He realized that the ghosts were doing all this because they knew all his secrets. That they knew he was doing this because they wanted to help. That their power made it possible. "What are we going to do, then?" he asked.

"It seems like too simple a thing." said Krogg. "I don't know if I would like to have an army of ghosts."

​The three ghost disappeared, Krogg and Kaleus being left alone in the middle of a deserted field, surrounded by trees, bushes, and the sound of running rain.

​"Hey." said Kaleus. "Where're your mom and dad? Are they here?"

​Krogg stood up. His heart was pounding, but he was scared all the same. "Mom and dad?" he asked, confused. "Is this a prank?"

​Kaleus stepped away from Krogg. He looked back to Krogg. He stepped back to the open field, and began to walk, slowly and carefully.

Kaleus walked to the back of the school, and sat down on a bench. He looked up at the sky. Kaleus' vision was hazy at best, he couldn't tell how many hours had passed. He looked up at the sky. The sky was cloudy, but there was a bright rainbow splattered against the sky. The sky was as clear as it could be.

Kaleus sat on a bench again. The rain came down harder than before, but he hadn't felt anything in the last hour and a half... the rain had come down, but the sky still had the same colors and color, and he was still feeling the same. Kaleus sat on the bench again. The rain came down harder than before, but he hadn't felt anything in the last hour and a half... the rain had come down, but the sky still had the same colors and color, and he was still feeling the same. Kaleus sat on the bench again. The rain came down harder than before, but he hadn't felt anything in the last hour and a half... the rain had come down, but the sky still had the same colors...

### Session 4

Session 4 occurred many years later, during a hiatus between 5e campaigns. It introduces the characters of Mogrin, Dana, and Lanora.

Krogg Lord returned, red fire blazing in his heart.

He shouted to Mogrin in Common, "Tell my son I will return!"

The half - orc recited a battle cry and charged into the thick of the goblins.

The rest of the party pumped their bullets into the goblin ridgers, and Mogrin petitioned the storm - gray heavens for light to shed on their prey.

Light rain began to fall, and the wounded Giant let out a caw of outrage.

But the light did not come.

Mogrin fought on, somehow holding the umbrella over his head to shield him from the worst of the fray, his armor protecting him from headship, his sword punishing goblin beholds for an attempted grab.

Groans, groans and various other sounds of misery accompanied the party's march as they entered the cave network.

They had followed the blood trail of the goblins for several hours, ever deeper into the earth, until the tunnel began to slope sharply upwards.

The blood trail disappeared entirely.

Dana and Lanora were physically exhausted, but kept their eyes on the goblins, who still pursued them.

The only sound in the cramped tunnel were the shuffling feet of the injured.

"Come on!"

Lanora shouted, jerking a thumb at her son.

"We can rest when we get out of here.

I'm not losing my child again."

The boy's eyes flashed with fear.

A couple of the smaller goblins had reached Lanora's side and she was almost surrounded.

Dana suddenly realized he was fighting two goblins at once, while two more charged blindly through the narrow tunnel.

"We'll win this one."

Lanora proclaimed.

Dana looked up to see a heavy stalagmite directly in front of him.

The spike - topped stalagmite, broken in half, rested directly in the path of the charging goblins.

He couldn't move, not with Lanora right in the path of the goblins.

"Father!

Fight them!"

The boy looked determined, but Dana was afraid he might accidentally hurt one of the children.

He looked up to the ceiling, and saw a rickety metal scaffolding holding the stone ceiling up.

He picked up a stone from the floor and threw it up, hitting the metal square in the center.

The ceiling swung down and shielded Lanora just in time.

"Save your strength!"

Dana yelled.

He threw the dead goblin off his back.

Lanora slid the child to the side, took aim, and fired.

Her first shot missed, but her second one hit dead center, and the lead goblin tumbled from his horse.

The second goblin went down, too, leaving the third goblin to flee.

Dana rose and joined his daughter on her horse.

Together they galloped on until the corridor ended, with a ledge several feet above their heads.

"We're not out of this yet!"

Dana shouted.

"Look!"

Mogrin pointed toward a bend in the cave.

There, a dark mass lay on the ground.

Mogrin leapt over the ledge and landed silently next to the slain mass.

The party drew their swords.

"What do you think we're here for?"

Dana bellowed.

"To fight more goblins, apparently."

Mogrin replied.

"I know what the elf is up to, but what are you doing here?

And why is this bunch of goblins shooting at us?"

The party began to approach the mass.

"Don't get any closer, I'd hate to poke a hole in the whatchamacallit."

Lanora warned.

"No worries."

Dana said.

"I think I can take it from here."

He reached down and slit the goblin's throat.

"There's only one left."

Mogrin said, still holding his light.

Dana walked over to his horse.

"That will have to do.

I need to tend to my wounds.

This looks nasty."

The party dismounted and began examining the body.

Lanora found a sack containing a wide assortment of bandages, some new and some ancient.

She used some of the old bandages to bind her hands and another to bind her chest wound.

Mogrin healed his head and right arm, then used a healing potion on his chest wound.

Dana finished patching up his head wound.

Mogrin quickly discovered the carcass was actually the body of a robed man.

Whoever he was, he was killed nearly twenty years before.

Mogrin recovered an old - looking book from the man's belt pouch.

The book was titled "Chronicle of the Gallows" and marked by the symbol of a fat man.

"This looks like a scholarly sort of book."

Dana said, flipping through it.

He found nothing interesting about the book itself, but the next page was full of strange symbols.

Mogrin and Lanora examined the runes and quickly realized they were arcane in nature, not the sort of language they were familiar with.

"Well, no offense, but you don't sound that bright."

Dana said, pointing to the book.

"Let's take this with us.

We're probably not going to need it."

Mogrin said.

Mogrin again teleported them back to his cave.

He re - bound his wounds and rested.

Lanora finished bandaging her own wounds.

They quickly ate and went to sleep, grateful to be alive.

The next morning, they awoke and made preparations to continue.

They removed the bodies of the dead goblins, and left the cave.

They rode back to their caravan, and made camp along the river.

Mogrin continued to study the book, but didn't notice the goblins hiding in the trees nearby.

A couple of minutes later, Lanora, who had been checking her knife supply, grabbed her sword and began running toward the road.

"We have a goblin problem!"

Lanora shouted.

"I think these must be the ones who tried to ambush us last night!"

She held her sword at the ready as she yelled, her voice amplified by her armor.

A goblin emerged from the trees and advanced.

As he did, Lanora swung her sword downward.

The goblin dropped to his knees, a bolt of lightning searing through his chest.

Two more goblins emerged from the brush.

The first was badly injured and could not stand, while the second was missing a foot.

Mogrin raised his hand, and magic shot from his hands, cutting the second goblin down.

As the fourth advanced, Lanora jumped up and let loose a flurry of arrows.

Three hit, but the fourth dodged the attack and quickly ran away.

"I do."

Dana replied.

"The arch - druid may be the enemy of the orc, but he isn't a warlord.

I can't stand up to these creatures.

They are fast, skilled and savage."

Dana drew his axe, and the goblins fired a barrage of crossbow bolts.

The first struck Dana in the neck.

Mogrin charged in with his greatsword and slashed the goblin across the chest.

Lanora jumped to his aid, slicing off a goblin's arm with her greatsword, and hacked off another's foot with her longbow.

Dana tried to stand, but collapsed from the pain.

Mogrin dashed to his side and used his powers to stabilize him.

Dana closed his eyes.

He opened them moments later.

"I'm ok, but they are still out there."

He looked to his friends and continued.

"I need you to take me to Brax before they find me.

I need to warn him."

Dana paused and looked to the goblins.

"Go!

If they have you, I may not be able to save you."

Lanora ran to the nearest goblin, and with a quick swipe of her blade, severed its head from its shoulders.

She ran to the next one, and began cutting it's head off, when a bolt struck her in the leg.

She collapsed, tears streaming down her face.

The second head ran off down the road.

Mogrin quickly started searching Lanora's unconscious body for any useful items.

Mogrin drew the first aid kit and set to work healing her leg.

Lanora quickly regained consciousness and regained her composure.

Mogrin made sure she was ok, and took off to warn Brax.

Mogrin headed east toward the town of Xak Tsaroth.

Braxus sat in his room, contemplating his next move.

He didn't like the idea of