Scott, on you online game you wrote: "Some power blocks magical travel in and out of the Castle and Dungeons; that includes teleport spells and your mirror. Travelling from place to place within the complex is possible."
Is that something that came from EGG or is that your house rule?
I know EGG did have a rule like this for the D series.
That per the Cstle Zagyg material. I don't know for sure if that was how Gary originally ran it. Once Rob mentioned that wishing for ability score increases was very rare in the LG campaign, because players saved their wishes to escape from the dungeons when they got into trouble.
Post by geneweigel on Oct 15, 2012 12:06:38 GMT -5
The short story HEART OF DARKNESS (GORD THE ROGUE: NIGHT ARRANT) which featured Gord escorting the archmage Eneever Zig and then teleporting out by using the magic of the Sea of Thought (the secret area off the beaten track to ordinary GH delvers) where everything he thinks becomes physical. However, he never wishes his way out of the castle. he wishes to be in the courtyard so he, as a veteran of the dungeons mentioned earlier in the story, must have known the limits of teleportation within the confines of the Castle Greyhawk fortress complex's dungeons regardless if the Sea of Thought had more power of teleportation or not.
Of other note, to help compare this effect to other realms in Greyhawk, at the end of GORD THE ROGUE: DANCE OF DEMONS there is mention that the fortress (Castle Greyhawk) is:
Gord stood up. There is one place which might prove itself — a location capable of delaying the archfiend and providing us with the strength necessary to give us a fighting chance."
"You mean the city, I presume."
"Not exactly, Gellor. Greyhawk is the last center of resistance, true. The point of magical power is just outside it, of course."
"The ruined castle of the Mad Archmage?"
"None other. Once I delved into places there which tapped spheres beyond even the reach of Tharizdun — as he now is, I mean. Ultimate Balance impinges there, and the Lord Yang and Lady Yin manifest themselves there," Gord said with some enthusiasm. "The energy and negation I need for Courflamme could be gained there!"
However this he mentions later about the Sea of Thought:
Come on, let's descend to the realms that exist beneath the actuality of Greyhawk Castle."
Of course Tharizdun teleports in somehow but there is a struggle:
"It must be ... It can be only the Sea of Thought! But that is impossible! When I was here before, there were no visible shores, and the water was as bright as a sunlit ocean. Perhaps we direct it thus — our thoughts make it thus. Come on, you two, think of expansive power and the might of justice."
After a moment the surface became somewhat less disturbed, and the ghastly appearance of the big pond was no longer apparent. The extent of the water was unchanged, however, and it remained sinister. "This is the sum total of thought here, on Oerth, In all places which form its cosmos now, Gord," the oneeyed troubador said as he observed the scene. "When you came to this juncture before, the whole of the multiverse manifested itself in the expression of Thought at this nexus. Now Oerth's reality is cut off, a shrunken portion of the multiverse. It is a cul-desac which fills with ever-growing evil, so the sea is now but a polluted pond."
"Then we are .. ."
"Finished. At least, our hopes of renewing our strength to its maximal condition are, Leda." Gord grimaced, then made up his mind. "I'll draw what I can from this little lake, for ring and into Courflamme too. Can you manage likewise?"
Both of his friends eked what energies they could into their bands under Gord's direction. Drawing anything of Good from the pond was dangerous and trying. Thereafter, the young champion concentrated his thoughts upon draining any wealsome force left into his own ring. There came a trickle only. At last he used the sword to draw any remaining power usable into itself. The process was over quickly. Now the waters were shrunken and putrescent. He was about to lead them on into whatever was beyond when there was a sudden boiling from lake. "Are you causing that with your imaginings, you two?"
"No!" Gellor cried. Leda merely shook her head.
"Get back! The level is rising." Gord warned, heading back the way they had come as he alerted Gellor and Leda. The pond was rising as if some underground torrent were suddenly unstoppered and filling the basin there with its gushing flow. The liquid was not the bright stuff of former times, however. If anything, the waters that now rose were more hideous than moments before the surge.
"What does this mean?" the elven girl asked with horror. She was afraid her conclusion was correct and dreaded it, and the answer Gord gave made Leda's worst fears realized.
The archfiend and his minions are near," the champion said with a slow, lugubrious tone.
Gellor was not so despondent. They must come through these very waters. That's what is causing the swelling of this piss-puddle's volume. Let us by all means give them a warm greeting when their foul heads surface!"
So its like there was some inhibitor of greater god teleports in there as well.