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🔥 The caster opens with Firebolt, chosen precisely for the monster's fire weakness: spell damage ×1.5.
The line this delve would be retold by.
10 of 12 values met. A reading, not a grade — the score exists to sort logs, not to judge them.
| Value | What the log shows | |
|---|---|---|
| met | A delve should be about somebody. | Cornelius Agrippa carries it (5 mentions against 5); 4/4 named |
| missed | Rooms should be in the order they are for a reason. | 1 of 18 rooms answer an earlier one (6%) |
| met | Something must go wrong, and it should be legible when it does. | 6 rooms cost the party something |
| met | If every room is a beat, no room is. | the loudest room runs 4.0× the median (peak 4, median 1) |
| met | A choice reads as a choice only when the alternatives are named. | 16 of 18 deliberations name a road not taken |
| n/a | A death is only worth reading if the dead had a line first. | nobody fell |
| met | Name the thing and state the number. | 14 of 18 resolutions state a number |
| met | The party should not argue in one voice. | 4 distinct voices across 16 deliberations |
| met | No sentence should appear twice in one delve, verbatim. | every effect line is said once |
| met | The boss should get to be a boss. | the throne room ran 2 rounds |
| missed | A resolution should be readable in one breath. | 1 resolution over budget (worst: room 3, 346 chars against 320) |
| met | The back half should cost more than the front half. | front half 0, back half 7 |
| met | The ending should answer the delve it ended. | the epitaph names somebody who went down |
A library. The party can study here to learn spells. A brazier burns in its bracket — nobody has been here to feed it, and it burns anyway. A font holds water that has been still a long time and is somehow clean.
They might have chosen to reconstruct the mosaic from memory, or imagine what the image should be — John Dee made the case: "The god forgives. That's the whole strategy." The party chose to bless the font and drink.
⛲ The cleric says the words over a stone font of still water and the party drinks: 5 health healed.
A trap blocks the corridor. The party must disarm it, avoid it, or take the hit. A pit takes up a third of the floor. The bottom is not visible.
They might have chosen to disarm the trap, or push through and take the hit — Cornelius Agrippa made the case: "Last one in buys the ale!" The party chose to bypass it with a utility spell.
The party crosses the room and takes the far door.
🛡️ The order settles with Cornelius Agrippa at the head of it: whatever comes, comes to them.
A fire vent meets the cavern ice: a scalding steam blast fills the room. The party must brace together or scatter.
They might have chosen to speak mind to mind, or send something under the slab — Simon Forman made the case: "Heal fast, ask later." The party chose to pass a plan through the stone.
📡 The link carries more than reassurance: a plan goes across it, timed, with both halves moving on the same count. They meet in the middle of whatever was waiting, from two sides at once, and are still in that shape when the next room opens. +36 score. 🎓 Near enough to the discipline to try, not near enough to be paid for it: 10 renown short.
A shrine. Resting here heals the party; the gold leaf on the altar could be stripped instead. Pillars break the room into aisles — something to fight behind. A brazier burns in its bracket — nobody has been here to feed it, and it burns anyway.
They might have chosen to diagnose and treat the fever, or apply a natural remedy — Robert Fludd made the case: "Even locks answer to providence. I just expedite." The party chose to bring the fever down.
💚 The fever breaks under the working's touch. John Dee is steady again. +15 score.
🧭 The party turns off into the barracks wing — bunkrooms and a picked-over weapon rack. Its rooms join the route.
A connecting corridor. Nothing blocks the way; the party moves through. An anvil sits under a dead forge, still true.
There was only one option: the party chose to move on.
The party moves on to the next room.
One of the thawed dead, steaming gently holds the room (attack 6, health 12). The party must decide how to get past it. It is venomous: even a won fight leaves poison working, unless a cleric cures it. It will not face the cleric: undead take holy damage ×1.5. Half the ceiling is on the floor, in pieces worth stepping around. Somebody stacked supplies here and never came back for them.
They might have chosen to stand and fight, or fall back — John Dee made the case: "The god forgives. That's the whole strategy." The party chose to turn the undead.
✨ The cleric turns the undead: one of the thawed dead, steaming gently crumbles. +30 score. 🪙 One of the thawed dead, steaming gently drops a frozen soldier's pay: 10 gold.
One of the thawed dead, steaming gently holds the room (attack 6, health 12). The party must decide how to get past it. It is venomous: even a won fight leaves poison working, unless a cleric cures it. It will not face the cleric: undead take holy damage ×1.5. Pillars break the room into aisles — something to fight behind. A font holds water that has been still a long time and is somehow clean.
They might have chosen to stand and fight, or fall back — Simon Forman made the case: "Candles first. Then courage." The party chose to bless the font and drink.
⛲ The cleric says the words over a stone font of still water and the party drinks: 5 health healed.
A treasure chest sits in the room. It may hold gold; it may be a mimic. A silvered mirror leans against the wall, and it shows the room more honestly than the room does.
They might have chosen to loot the treasure, or inspect it first — Robert Fludd made the case: "Traps are just puzzles with stakes." The party chose to leave it alone.
🚶 The party leaves the treasure untouched and moves on.
A connecting corridor. Nothing blocks the way; the party moves through. A pit takes up a third of the floor. The bottom is not visible.
There was only one option: the party chose to move on.
Nothing here needs doing. The party walks on.
A connecting corridor. Nothing blocks the way; the party moves through.
They might have chosen to accept the duel, or negotiate the terms — Cornelius Agrippa made the case: "Footwork is just grammar for the body." The party chose to push past him.
💨 He does not stop them, exactly. He simply takes a toll on the way past, one at a time, and the party is still strung out single file when the passage opens. 5 damage.
✚ Cornelius Agrippa is opened up badly enough that the delve will keep it: 12 is as whole as they get until town. The Reckless do not stop to bind anything, and more of it stays with them. The Devout tend what the dungeon opens: fewer blows leave a mark that stays. The Reckless do not stop to bind anything, and more of it stays with them.
A connecting corridor. Nothing blocks the way; the party moves through.
They might have chosen to attune the resonances, or link the three frequencies — Simon Forman made the case: "Heal fast, ask later." The party chose to sing the third harmony.
🎵 A perfect voice finds the third harmony. The three frequencies lock into a single, beautiful chord. The walls settle and the front-rank member feels renewed. +18 score. 🎓 Everything this asks for, the party happens to have brought: +25 renown.
A treasure chest sits in the room. It may hold gold; it may be a mimic. A silvered mirror leans against the wall, and it shows the room more honestly than the room does.
They might have chosen to inspect it first, or leave it alone — Robert Fludd made the case: "The lock's a three-pin Herrengrave. The book was wrong about them. I'm not." The party chose to loot the treasure.
💰 The party loots the chest: 52 gold.
A fire vent meets the cavern ice: a scalding steam blast fills the room. The party must brace together or scatter.
They might have chosen to scatter and regroup — John Dee made the case: "The commentaries disagree. I don't." The party chose to brace together.
🌋 The party braces together and rides it out: 5 damage taken.
🧭 The Scholarly wanted the shelves: the party turns off into the archive wing. Its rooms join the route.
✚ 2 wounds on Cornelius Agrippa, and the ceiling with them: 10, and no more.
A frost wisp singed around the edges holds the room (attack 4, health 7). The party must decide how to get past it. It is ethereal: weapons do only 60% damage unless a cleric blesses the blades. It keeps clear of the torches: weak to fire (fire damage ×1.5). Somebody stacked supplies here and never came back for them. A boulder sits at the top of a slope, held by a wedge of rotten timber.
They might have chosen to stand and fight, or fall back — Cornelius Agrippa made the case: "Last one in buys the ale!" The party chose to open with a combat spell.
🔥 The caster opens with Firebolt, chosen precisely for the monster's fire weakness: spell damage ×1.5. ⚔️ A frost wisp singed around the edges is dead before the party closes: it never gets a round. 📐 The party meets it standing as the last room left them. 🔪 Six knives arrive before the party does: 4 damage before the first round. 🗡️ The daggers land before the argument starts: nothing comes back in the first round. 🎒 6 more preparations hold besides — the ledger keeps them.
A trap blocks the corridor. The party must disarm it, avoid it, or take the hit.
They might have chosen to push through and take the hit, or search for a way around — Robert Fludd made the case: "I disarm faster when it's already ticking." The party chose to disarm the trap.
🗝️ The rogue disarms the trap. No damage taken; +20 score. 🗝️ The Masterwork Lockpicks add +1.5 to the disarm roll.
A frost wisp singed around the edges holds the room (attack 4, health 7). The party must decide how to get past it. It is ethereal: weapons do only 60% damage unless a cleric blesses the blades. It keeps clear of the torches: weak to fire (fire damage ×1.5). A boulder sits at the top of a slope, held by a wedge of rotten timber. A crack runs the width of the room, wide enough to matter and too wide to jump twice.
They might have chosen to stand and fight, or fall back — Robert Fludd made the case: "Traps are just puzzles with stakes." The party chose to open with a combat spell.
🔥 The caster opens with Firebolt, chosen precisely for the monster's fire weakness: spell damage ×1.5. ⚔️ A frost wisp singed around the edges is dead before the party closes: it never gets a round. 🔪 Six knives arrive before the party does: 4 damage before the first round. 🗡️ The daggers land before the argument starts: nothing comes back in the first round. 🎒 5 more preparations hold besides — the ledger keeps them.
🕯️ Someone checks the reservoir and does not like the answer: oil for 2 more marches.
A library. The party can study here to learn spells. Pillars break the room into aisles — something to fight behind. A font holds water that has been still a long time and is somehow clean.
They might have chosen to move on, or bless the font and drink — John Dee made the case: "The liturgy has a verse for this. Several, actually." The party chose to study the shelves.
📚 The party studies the shelves and learns 2 spells.
The boss chamber. The Glacier's Heart, half-melted and wholly furious waits at its center (attack 10, health 32); killing it clears the dungeon. Plate and chitin cover it: the party's blows do 2 less damage each round. It keeps clear of the torches: weak to fire (fire damage ×1.5). A brazier burns in its bracket — nobody has been here to feed it, and it burns anyway. A portcullis hangs raised above the passage, on a chain that still turns.
They might have chosen to stand and fight, or fall back — Cornelius Agrippa made the case: "My shield has a saint on it. She's watching. Form up." The party chose to shove it into the brazier.
🔥 The party drives the monster into a brazier still burning: 16 fire damage. ⚔️ The party kills the Glacier's Heart, half-melted and wholly furious in 2 rounds, taking 0 damage. 🔪 Six knives arrive before the party does: 4 damage before the first round. 🗡️ The daggers land before the argument starts: nothing comes back in the first round. 🎒 5 more preparations hold besides — the ledger keeps them.
🕯️ The wick is well down the oil. 1 more march of light, then none.
the Ice Caverns of the Mad Pyromancer is cleared: the boss is dead and the party walks out. Survivors: John Dee, Cornelius Agrippa, Simon Forman, Robert Fludd. Rooms cleared: 18. Trophies carried out: 4 (latest: 💠 a splinter of the Heart).
Regenerate this exact delve:
npm run simulate -- --seed log-medium-33