Wyz on Old School Gamers

Shadowmaze -- Session 44

Mon, 26 Jan 2026 17:00:58 -0600

Before setting out, Alandor tucked his precious “gryphon egg” beneath his bed, hiding it among the dust and shadows where prying eyes wouldn’t think to look. The old man had grown attached to the thing, whatever it truly was.

The trouble began at the village gates. Two guards in the livery of St. Ygg blocked Alandor’s path, their eyes fixed on his shield.

Shadowmaze -- Session 42

Mon, 12 Jan 2026 19:29:25 -0600

The morning after their return from the shadowmaze, Wyz gathered his companions in his cramped room at the inn. The goblin’s scarred fingers trembled slightly as he worked the clasp on the scrollcase they had recovered from the rats’ nest–whether from anticipation or exhaustion, none could say.

“Stand back,” Wyz commanded. “And try not to breathe too heavily. You’ll contaminate the arcane residue.”

Shadowmaze -- Session 39

Mon, 15 Dec 2025 19:29:25 -0600

The shadowmaze beckoned once more, and Wyz–still bearing the wicked scar across his belly from his previous near-death experience–gathered his “recalcitrant minions” for another descent into darkness. The goblin wizard’s eyes held that same cold fire that had burned there since his miraculous return from the depths, and his companions could sense that something fundamental had changed in their diminutive leader.

“We return to the chamber with the statues,” Wyz announced, his voice carrying an authority that brooked no argument. “There is a rat infestation that requires… methodical attention.”

Shadowmaze -- Session 32

Mon, 10 Nov 2025 17:18:17 -0600

The party found themselves in yet another chamber of the accursed shadowmaze, their nerves already frayed from countless encounters with the dungeon’s malevolent inhabitants. Wyz, ever the cautious scout, pressed his pointed ear against the southeastern door, straining to catch any telltale sounds beyond. Meanwhile, his companions busied themselves searching the room for hidden treasures or traps, their movements creating a soft symphony of rustling gear and whispered observations.

Shadowmaze -- Session 29

Mon, 27 Oct 2025 19:44:02 -0500

We lowered ourselves into the barrowmaze on a block and tackle – slow, steady, and sensible. The lamps swung and the ropes creaked while the sound of the surface faded. When our boots finally touched the packed earth below, the air was cold and smelled of old things. We pressed forward into unexplored corridors, careful to mark our path and avoid needless rushing.

Shadowmaze -- Session 26

Mon, 13 Oct 2025 17:49:26 -0500

Wyz grumbled and groaned. His minions refused to obey him and return to the tomb with the tome. They insisted on opening a new barrow! And of course it was filled with ghouls hiding behind a tapestry. The undead creatures swarmed, striking Lessa and Wyz. Perch blocked the blow with his shield, but the creatures ripped it off of his arm. Wyz fell unconscious, and Lessa just stared into space, paralyzed with horror. Perch grabbed Wyz and fled with his unconscious body, leaving Lessa with a frozen look of horror on her face. After a moment the small halfling vanished from sight, confusing the ghouls, but they quickly followed the rest of the group.

Shadowmaze -- Session 23

Mon, 29 Sep 2025 18:58:16 -0500

Wyz studied his spells while his friends caroused. Then, he studied his spells while they slept it off, pausing occasionally to try to kick them awake. Finally, they woke up, complaining of hangovers, and the group blearily set off for the barrowmaze.

Before even reaching the barrows, four giant frogs hopped to the attack from ambush. The rest of the group were surprised, but Wyz had his goblin wariness to protect him, and reacted quickly. Two of the four frogs fell into enchanted slumber, but four of his party did too.

Shadowmaze -- Session 20

Mon, 15 Sep 2025 19:25:54 -0500

Wyz stabbed the skeleton next to him in the back and fled out the entrance of the barrow. Wizards have no business on the front lines of a fight and he was too smart to die. Let his minions face the skeletons.

El Vis stepped up promptly, matching action to thought. His great sword struck the skeleton that Wyz had already stabbed and shattered it into bone fragments.

Shadowmaze -- Session 17

Mon, 01 Sep 2025 02:25:15 -0500

From the top of one barrow, a small green figure cursed and wrung his hands as he watched distant figures crawled around the entrance to another. “My book, my book. My book. Those bastards are going to steal my book!” Hanging from his belt were the implements of a wizard. Especially a new looking scroll case, ink jar, quill pen, rare items worth gold in a town the size of Helix. The adventurers at the distant borough had been their first that day, and laid their claim. The small goblin knew that discretion was the better part of valor. They would have no better chance than he To make use of the book. Indeed, they were likely to disappear themselves trying to take it. For now, there was nothing to do but wait and investigate the next barrow. Wiz fingered the small bone hilted dagger he had claimed as part of his treasure hoard, at least until it could be identified properly.

Shadowmaze -- Session 14

Mon, 18 Aug 2025 20:26:25 -0500

Wyz paced back and forth in his room at the inn, keeping himself awake and annoying El Vis who was sharing the room. The book of magic haunted his dreams and waking thoughts alike. Who could say what secrets might lurk within? Yet, it was hardly safe to brave the barrowmaze alone. When the others were finally ready to return, they weren’t interested in going after the book. Instead, the barrow with the ooze was chosen for a return visit. Humans say humans smart, but Wyz knows better. Humans are dumb.

Shadowmaze -- Session 11

Mon, 04 Aug 2025 23:33:14 -0500

Wyz the smart goblin and a dozen of his closest friends lined up for the barrowmaze, enduring the cold rain. In point of fact, only two of them were very close, the rest were near strangers. But he’d been watching them; choosing them carefully, selecting those who seemed the most competent. One in particular, a dwarven cleric of Fortuna, seemed to have actual supernatural powers. The rest would do for cannon fodder.

Shadowmaze -- Session 9

Mon, 28 Jul 2025 23:33:14 -0500

Wyz the goblin waited by the side of the road, wringing his hands. His friends had left for the barrowmaze that morning as many aspiring adventurers did. That was hours ago. Now the slow trudge of discouraged feet returning to town rang loudly in his ears. There had been no sign of his friends. As each new group returned. Wyz clutched at sleeves, asked for news, collected whatever tales he could of the horrors that lay beneath the earth. From any that would indulge him, he collected details, facts. Specific barrows, specific creatures, partial tales of treasures found.