An excerpt from the journal of Fryn Kenlyl

Having received instructions to recover some sensitive biological material of Nishant’s stolen from the Orichelm, our group divided to pursue different avenues of inquiry. Ships were canvassed, help was sought from temple priests, magic was detected and labs were investigated. While little was gained in our first day of such inquiry, a tavern in the lower portion of the settlement was reported to be exhibiting strange magical emanations. We arrived at the tavern, and Nishant determined the subterranean location of the biological material through use of Detect Magic. Only he and Daenis were allowed into the cellar, but a commotion eventually brought the rest of us to their aid. Surprisingly, we were all swallowed by a floor (there are still new experiences to be had, even for one as well-traveled as I) and taken prisoner.

Our incarceration was not to last, however. Thon cast a spell that opened every door in the area, causing quite a bit of chaos. Klik — never truly unarmed — cut through our captors, and I found that I may never get far enough from my broken magical sword to be rid of it. Nevertheless, we made the acquaintance of some hobgoblins who had been imprisoned nearby and were being experimented on horribly, possibly using the genetic material I reluctantly mentioned above. While evil by nature, the hobgoblins have less than no reason to betray their only hope of leaving the Orichelm, so I believe they will be valuable allies.

Speaking of valuable allies, it appears the Orichelm are not such. While it can be assumed that the faction that has taken us prisoner is a rogue element within the Orichelm, they nevertheless have carved an impressive operation for themselves under the not-so-watchful eye of the Orichelm. How far their influence extends can be estimated by the number of orcs we’ve already slain, and more yet await. If the Orichelm is not specifically complicit in this operation, they’ve done very little to abate it. And the monstrosity that appears to lead it was, like Nishant, a creation of the Orichelm. I think we need to be prepared for the possibility that the Orichelm as a whole is not to be trusted or aided.

Of Oni and Demons

“This is unheard of,” bellowed the Balor, “In only three months we have lost two of our own. In seventeen hundred and sixty years we have never lost one of our own. Who has caused this devastation!” All of the pirates in his throne room fell silent. They served at his will. A will that shifted like the waves on Aquarius. None wished his ire to settle on them. Like a glance, a woman walked through the crowd. Her voluptuous form drew the gaze of all in room who were willing to look up. She stepped past the pirates with the dexterity and grace of a dancer, only brushing her body against the members of the crowd she wished to entice. Emerging from among them, she stood directly before the Balor. Her intense red eyes locked on his. “What do you want, Consort!?”
She unfurled her wings, each six feet long. Her gaze burned hotter. “Cool your temper, and I will answer your question.”
The Balor lunged forward. His own wings expanded to their twenty-four foot extent. He bared his teeth face to face with her. “I will not be ordered around by a Succubus!” using her as a distraction, many in the room took the opportunity to exit. For a long moment the Balor and Succubus locked eyes. The Balor broke away, Closing his wings. “Fine, tell me who is killing my representatives. The rest of you out.” The remaining pirates hurried their pace, nearly bowling over those that had tried to sneak out earlier. “Speak, Harlot.”
The Succubus closed her wings to drape her like a cloak “It is my daughter—”
“Of course she is a thorn in our side.”The Balor balked a her sat down on the throne
“Allow me to continue. For twenty six years she has grown in her hatred of us. Up until this year she has just been blowing steam, but three months ago she met with some Jedi on Angie’s Sigil. It was there that she told them of her plan to kill all of the representatives. unlike most other travelers she talked to, these were interested in helping her. And also unlike usual she didn’t back down from the offer. For the first time in her entire life, she put her knowledge of our people against us.”
“That was who killed the Dretch, what about the Bar-Lgura?”
“The same again, she met with them on the moon of Silantea. From there she took them to The SREotOM. Once they landed outside Kotie-no ie, they took an air barge to the forest-jungle. There they were directed to intercept the Bar-Lgura as he fled from the louder Ogre Magi hunters. As it happened the Bar-Lgura dodged past the Jedi and Thelma without issue, but his band of orangutan were seen and fought as they followed him.
“During the course of that battle they killed a female that the Bar-Lgura had favored as a bed mate. Upon seeing her fall he entered the fray and died trying to kill thelma for killing his mate. After his death, the Drow Jedi carved from his skin two long strips of hide. That done they returned to her ship and left the planet.”
“Where are they now?” demanded the Balor.
“From the SREotOM the traveled to the Orichelm. The station there is currently on lock down due to the theft of a bio-toxin. It is rumored the bio-toxin has something to do with one of the Jedi, the Aasimorc, Nishant Deryn. Now the Jedi party is said to be seeking it out.”
“The Assimorc,” The Balor stroked his chin contemplatively. “My soul recalls something of this, why?” He pondered for a moment in silence. The Succubus stood before him as motionless as a statue. Suddenly an epiphany came to the Balor, “Nisroc…”

Hunting the Black Mist
An excerpt from the journal of Fryn Kenlyl

My comrades and I began an investigation into the cause of a sickness affecting a number of inhabitants of the island of Acadia. While such pursuits are usually outside of our jurisdiction, it was a pre-requisite for recruiting Heather — granddaughter of the elf Stark requested — to Stark’s team on Angie’s Sigil.

We quickly came to the conclusion that we were looking at an unnatural effect rather than a contagion. Having witnessed what we believed to be possession on this island before, that was our leading supposition.

Thon and I canvassed temples in the city to see what knowledge the locals had of similar effects. It was mostly fruitless and forced me into contact with the temple of Pelor or Helios or Sol or whatever the local sun god is called. It was unpleasant and unhelpful, as sun gods tend to be.

Meanwhile, our comrades investigated the location where we’d encountered the mist-like creature possessing the dead bodies of gnolls. They also found little of interest.

That night, a disturbance took place throughout the city. Residents in some way close to the local tailor were all forced to clumsily attack locations containing the visiting Jedi. They were quickly subdued, and the tailor was found near the watchtower the next morning.

We questioned those who had been near the tailor both before and after his drastic change in behaviour to learn that he’d become possessed while purchasing food at the market square. From there, we found a clear line of sight to the previous victim, giving us an idea of how the possession spreads. Thon posited a number of psionic abilities would allow a powerful psionic creature to do all the things we were witnessing, but we had no way to detect a creature using psionic power. Knowing the creature had left the tailor, we put out word to watch everyone in the area for signs of unusual behaviour.

Not long thereafter, we received a report of a soldier outside the city walls who was acting in an inconsistent manner. Our questions were little help, but Nishant used a spell to detect a malign presence in the soldier’s head. We were briefly attacked by the guards posted around the infected soldier, further convincing us that we had discovered the creature’s latest victim. We removed him to the cave under the lake for questioning.

It wasn’t a very effective interrogation, so I intended to kill the possessed creature to force the mist-thing to manifest again. My comrades didn’t see the prudence of my plan, so I left them to their questioning and reported to Heather (not a bad person for a pale elf). The creature apparently broke its bonds while I was gone, and both the mist-thing (a powerful psionicist of some kind) and his host were killed. I arrived to see the body and briefly chide my fellows for not allowing me to conclude this matter sooner.

I regret the loss of life the creature caused. I don’t know its motivations or nature, but to kill so many in such a short time — even if it was to sustain its own life — is not indicative of a life force whose loss I will regret. And thus we gained our second Avenger.

From Thor Back to the Flynd

On our continued quest to assemble the Avengers, we made it to the planet Thor. We first docked at a military ship flying above the ever-thundering clouds. After asking around, we were told that the deity Thor could be found in a volcano on the planet surface. We made it through the clouds and down to the volcano. It was treacherous trying to make it down the volcano to find an entrance, and on the way we were attacked by some zappy wind thingies. We all saw a door and managed to jump to it, with a bit of landing on top of each other. Once inside the volcano, we came across several small blue creatures. I was ready to fight them to make our way to Thor, but Fryn came up with the idea to bribe the little things instead. Turns out, we didn’t need to waste any gold on them; they like shiny glow rocks that Thon can make just as well. They told us which paths to take to find Thor. When we finally came to his room, we saw a man lying under two Manticores. We quickly realized he needed help and we all fought them off. After a quick introduction we realized this was indeed Thor God of Thunder. He seemed to be missing his famous hammer however. We didn’t have much time to talk before we were attacked by even more Manticores. Then this crazy wind lady (who was super hot by the way) brought even more of the freakin spiny lions and we all almost died fighting her and her little beasties off. Turns out she was just pissed Thor wouldn’t join her little demi-god party. Women can be so petty… and yes.. I get the irony. Shush. Anyway, to thank us, Thor let us check out his sweet treasury. Although to be honest the best treasure would have been a night with that hunk of man sandwhich but he claims his heart is taken. sigh oh well. I can still dream about those arms. Thor joined us on our way to Silmarviraetalrovomistilarothislantea to fetch Francis for the team. I wish I had realized who he was last time. Would have saved us a trip. Although, turns out, he’s not interested in joining the Avengers and has quite a beef with Thor. After making us wait an inconsiderate amount of time, Francis did offer up his granddaughter to go in his place. But of course, as with all elves, there was a catch. (Again, yes, I get the irony. Shush.) Turns out his granddaughter, Heather, is helping the Flynd deal with some sort of disease or what not. Our ships crew were not eager to return and possibly die, so we hitched a ride from the Elven Consortium to the Flynd’s home. When we arrived, Heather gave us a quick rundown of this disease. The Flynd first show signs of the disease by falling into a coma lasting up to 4 days, then disorientation, then a slow steady withering of the infected (constitution damage), then almost always followed by a coma, then follows more disorientation and always ends in death. The sick have been magically quarantined, but somehow the disease is still spreading. The fact that it can pass through magical containment has us thinking this could be a psionic disease or parasite. We shall have to investigate further. I also wonder if this could be connected to the creature we fought last time we were here. We shall have to see.

The Last few days
Recap for a couple sessions

After we were mind raped by the great faer, we went to retrieve Thor the Norse god from Thor the planet.

We landed on what seemed to be a flying military city. Although I am not well versed in demihuman creatures, it seemed as if these humans were some amalgamation of the demihuman races. Their garb, much like the ship, was made of sturdy patchwork. Their commander gave us directions to the dormant volcano in which he believed Thor was staying. Rather politely, they allowed us to use one of their away boats to travel to the volcano. Since Thor, the planet, is called plains of thunder, I decided to leave my swords on the ship and go on with staves.

Once there, we surveyed the top, and chose at seemingly random a side to descend.

On our descent right before we found an entry way into the mountain, we were met three balls of lighting. Although they were not threatening, we were certain that contact with them would not be pleasant. Thon created a large spider web down the mountain to catch us, and all of us except Nishant jumped to it. Nishant was cornered by two of them, and after a failed attempt to hit one of the lightning orbs, proved our suspicion about touching them correct. He cam tumbling down the mountain to meet us.

As we adjusted to the dark, Thon passed us glowing stones. I held two of them high in the air to give ample light for all of us.

We were soon met by small blue humanoids. We bribed them and their cousins in the next room to direct us down the mountain. They did not seem pleased with Thor, the Norse god, and were placated by the fact that we would be taking him with us.

Right after we left the blue humanoids, we were swarmed by electric bats. Despite the obvious danger,Fryn, our Clutch leader, advised that we not retaliate as we were the ones trespassing. Nishant and the ever unnaturally aggressive Thon seemed not satisfied by this plan. Thon rammed to of them as he charged across the room, and Nishant follow after a minute or two.

I our great haste to leave the room, we failed to notice that the next hallway was a trap, and we all went sliding down the corridor. At the end of the hall, we were met by the end of a spear. Some humans who had set the trap showed us to Thor’s, the Norse god, room.

When we entered, we saw Thor, the Norse god, Pinned under a lion-bodied-monster. The monster had, as stated, the body of a lion with large spikes running down its spine and clustered at the end of the tail. It had giant bat like wings, and the face of an old dwarf with sharp teeth. To add to the fun four more of these monsters also greeted us.

I began shouting orders, and we sprung into action. Through combination of teamwork and a enlarged Thor, the Norse god, we killed all the monsters.

When we thought the battle was won, a woman descended in a whirlwind with four more of the monsters. The woman who remained out of our reach cast a spell and bound Daenes, Nishant, and my appendages. Thor, the Norse god, set Nishant free, Daenes wrenched here manacle’s apart, and I burned mine of with acid. As we fought and downed the monsters, the woman spread combustibles around the battle field. once all her pets, the monsters, were killed she st the room on fire. knowing what was about to happen, I got Nishant’s Katana and blew away a portion of the combustibles so he and Fryn could avoid the fire. When the fire went off, I was knocked unconscious.

When I came to, Thor, the Norse god, had taken us into his treasure room. He then expounded to us and some other subterranean dwellers how he defeated some envious god. As he described it, Fryn tossed him a magical hammer. He then threw that into the other god three times and on the final retrieval gained his hammer Mjolnir from the now dead god.

Personally I do not remember Fryn ever having a hammer so I doubt this story is the complete truth.

Thor, the Norse god, then Invited each of us to select one item from his treasure trove as a gift of friendship. After Nishant mentioned wanting to find a magical item, I attuned to the natural vibration and found a few suits of armor that he and Daenes took. I got a small white rock.

While my companions picked through the the horde and bought other items, I went back to the room where we found Thor, the Norse god. I ritualistically ate the bodies of the monsters to absorb their strength. As none of my companions would appreciate the ritual, I did not bring attention to my actions at the time at the time.

Dream Sequence
An excerpt from the journal of Fryn Kenlyl

It seems we encountered a creature whose name sounds like “greater fear,” though I’m sure that’s not how it’s spelled. It caused us all to share hallucinations of our greatest fears, though Thon was surprisingly immune, along with the ship’s captain and possibly Daenis’s parrot.

First we arrived at an Orichelm outpost that was strangely contained in its own crystal sphere. I immediately suspected something was wrong. The captain and Daenis’s parrot were both missing, though where they could have gone could not be imagined. We entered the outpost, and every orc (or half-orcs, as they seemed to be) who came into contact with Nishant died of a contagion he was apparently carrying. Hoping that our departure might make things better and knowing that our presence would only make things worse, we set sail again.

Not long after that, we encountered a neogi ship. We boarded it and were defeated horribly by its crew and taken as slaves. While I have the impression that we were imprisoned for a tremendous duration of time, the experience is thankfully not clear in my mind.

Some time later, we were ransomed by what appeared to be Jedi Master Hoth. He took us to aid in the defense of an embattled planet where we again faced off with our Sith rivals from Zeus. They seemed to have not aged despite the number of years it had been since we’d last seen them. Thinking back, I can’t remember now if I had aged, either. Needless to say, the planet fell in a continuation of our gallery of failures.

Next we faced off against a manifestation of the beast that was causing these visions. Though I’d become convinced of the illusory nature of our experiences up to this point, I now thought we’d broken free of its grasp and had the chance to destroy it. However, we would prove once again unequal to the task. The creature destroyed us, and we found ourselves back on the deck of the flind ship. Thon was burning the creature from our shared hallucination, and it seemed the captain had participated in its destruction, as well.

All in all, we lost little as a result of the attack. It was an overall humbling experience, and after a number of successes culminating in our infiltration and escape of Zeus itself, perhaps that’s for the best. We all faced the things we fear most and had to accept that there may be challenges we cannot yet overcome. I found it difficult to dwell on at first, but several hours of Reverie put the experience in perspective as a very brief unpleasantness in the scope of an otherwise enlightening — if not productive — existence. I do not doubt that we will all have difficulty facing neogi or our Sith rivals when next we meet, though.

We continue on our way to reunite the interplanetary team Stark asked us to assemble in order to thwart the avaricious plans of the Empire and their Sith lapdogs. May the Force be with us.

Chronicle of Research in Hive Mind/Mind Control Done On Mandible Pg 9. P 6 and following
The Account of Ulysses Klaw

We were within hours of completing the Helmet of Insect Control when a group of five Jedi entered the cave. Instinctually I grabbed my hand crossbow, and Henry continued his work giving the intruders only a momentary glance. These Jedi an orc, an elf, a drow, a Sauriel, and a thri-kreen (I’m sure we can divine who they were exactly) informed us that they were here to to recruit Henry into the Avengers (the auxiliary police force of Angie’s Sigil) Henry told them that he would go there as soon as he finished the helmet. It was at this point that we realized that the indigenous people knew of our location and were likely coming to take the helmet. Henry believed the locals only intended to use the helmet to control herd animals, but I relied its true use to control the natives themselves. I allows his research to continue because I believed it would be useful to us and I expect that is why the indigenous allowed him to continue as well. We set the Jedi outside to guard as Henry and I finished the helmet which seemed our only way to leave the planet with hostiles all around.

After sometime a troop of Formians attacked from the north west. As first the thri-keen, Creik, tried the diplomats path an that held them off for a little while, but came to not when the sanriel, Thong (or something like that) charged the formians. With that all for the formians began to attack and the Jedi as well. Kreek did not contend, but stood to the side. The formians permitted this not seeing him as a Jedi defender of the cave. This combat continued with no change except that Krypt charge and attack pec two neogi as soon as he could see them. I only had to use my crossbow a few times to defend the cave as this point..

The battle turned for the worse as the Jedi began to fall. I do not know in what order they fell as I quickly became too busy shooting my crossbow at the invading formians. A was told at this time the tohr-kreen began to attack. Luck was on our side as Kluck directed the tohr to attack the formians and deal with us diplomatically. The kreens dealt swiftly with their enemies and Henry was forced to redesign the helmet for them so that it would work on only Neogi. He agreed to the terms of this non-contract and we returned to Til-Kreen to re-work the helmet.

While in Till-Kreen I learned that the Jedi had been in empire space aboard the Heronic Order of the Flind. After re working the helmet Henry and I returned uneventfully to Angie’s Sigil. It is from that place that I send this discourse to you. I hope to return to Zues soon, to give you my copy of our findings.

Long live the Emperor and the order of the Empire.

Ulysses Klaw

In the Heart of the Empire

After our encounter with the Flind-yanki on Silantea, we received the letter required to gain access to the planet Zeus. The meeting was held in, an aptly named building, The Citadel of Meeting. Once more, entering without drawing attention seemed all too easily done, although we had few arms with us at this point. Once inside the citadel, we observed various high ranking sith give speeches to the crowds in the Court of Common Observances. The information given in the speeches was quite boring and by no means new information to us at this point.

Deciding that the speeches were not worth the dedication of the entire party, we left Vincent to see to the meeting while the rest of us explored other parts of the citadel. Our first stop was the Holding Court to the left of the central platform. Upon entering the area, mostly devoid of guards, we discovered a woman attempting to tame wild beasts, many of which were rather unfriendly and could prove a significant threat if they were left unchecked. Klik convinced her that we were there to check on her progress and she gave us a mild report on the status of the creatures, stating that they should all be ready by the time that the empire declared war.

As we were returning to Vincent so that we could report this, a voice sounded inside all of our heads. We immediately knew that our secrecy had been compromised and were preparing for the worst when it informed us that it was not working for the empire and that its interests happened to align with ours. It then brought us backwards through time to before we left the Court of Common Observances and suggested we check out other places, like the Transit Tower.

We were a little reluctant to rely on a power we could not see but nonetheless, we went to the tower. Inside was mostly empty but near the top, we discovered four mechanical creations, like the one on Ander’s ship when we lost Peter. We rushed the creations, killing them, thankfully without any repair robots shooting fire at us this time, and went into the room. Inside, we found a few notes and a metallic cylinder. Klik, who instead of fighting the metallic sentries had decided to try to melt a hole in the wall by excreting acid (something clearly not a biological feat), tried to melt the cylinder to no avail. We ended up taking the notes and leaving the tower only to accept another time warp. This one, however, was different in that we still had the notes taken from the desk.

From this, our third time leaving the Court of Common Observances, we entered the Training Courts to the right. Inside, we were addressed as Jedi by a group of five who were sparring in the yard. We attempted to deny it but they made it very clear that they knew who we were. Their leader proposed that we duel one on one which we were forced to accept. Their was an offer of information, however, if we succeed in besting them in single combat. They were kind enough to provide us with appropriate weapons and armor (how they knew which weapons and armor went to which member of our party was mildly alarming).

The duels were fought simultaneously and, not wanting to fight a mage when I was all but out of spells, decided that my best course of action was to force him to surrender. This being easier said than done as my opponent was a red dragonborn. At the start of the duel, he hit me painfully hard with a magic missile while I cast an invisibility spell on myself. I then tackled him and sat down, pinning him and making him unable to move, let alone cast magic. At this point I was able to look around and see how the others were fairing in their fights. Most surprising to me was that the two clerics were just standing there doing nothing. I then decided to force the issue by enlarging myself, at which point, my opponent gave up. Shortly thereafter all of the duels, aside from the cleric’s were concluded by our party striking down their targets. Daenes’s fight was especially interesting in that the final actions were a casting of the darkness spell by the leader of their group followed by Daenes skewering their leader. More time passed and finally, both clerics started to move again, at which point, our Asimorc,Nishant, bested their cleric with a katana.

My opponent, the only one left conscious, provided us with healing and information about us, gathered by the sith. We then accepted another time warp from our mysterious ally which, incidentally, left us with the whole crate of strong healing potions that Klik was carrying at the time.

Rantings of an immortal

The Dhampir of All Talents entered the tower he had usurped from a dying god.
His brother a beautiful man with redish-purple skin sat on a couch in the back corner of the first floor foyer. “Been doing father’s busywork again?” his brother called as he dismissed several Eireiness.
“Father required me to go to the planet Zues,”
“What seeds of discord did father have you sow on the capital of the Galactic Empire?”
“He had me transport five Jedi back in time. I had to do it three times. Do you know how irritating that is?”
“I feel I’m about to.”
“It cost me eighteen time slips, three minor paradoxes, and then five more time slips to slant things in my direction. True to his meticulous personality , he had me stay and watch the entire time. First they went to see the animals pens, nothing interesting there, so Father had to strike a bargain with them.”
“Which was put eloquently with plenty of double meanings.”
“Not at all he was painfully honest and straightforward. He got them to agree and told me to time slip them back only four minutes: such a waste of power. The whole time they’re investigate father has us split our attention to listen to an old man drone through giving a speech. Apparently blowhards attract. The Jedi investigated a three story building. They demolished some truly primitive warforged and stole some paper work. They then went to the top floor and saw a large spelljammer being built. Instead of destroying it or learning more about it they backed down, and father had me send them further back in time. As the man droned on, they got into a fight against a band of sith that was formed for the sole purpose of fight these particular Jedi.
“Father’s and the Empire’s interest in these Jedi make me wonder what makes them so important.
“the Sith lost. Further supporting that these Jedi are special. After nearly killing all but one of them, the Jedi, by way of father, got me to jump them back in time one last time. This is when I stepped out of father’s directive a little. I time slipped the Sith as well.
“If these Jedi are going to be as important as the interest in them indicates, it may be helpful to have a counter to them.
“After that, the Jedi investigated the labs, fought some conveniently inter-reactive oozes, reported their findings to their leash holder and left the planet. Father continued to watch them as they left the sphere, but I was glad to leave when I was no longer needed to shift time.”
“Why did you feel the need to tell me this?”
“One of these Jedi is an opposite of our brother of Ali.”
A smile played across the Dhampir’s face.
“Oh.” His brother said as recognition dawned on him, and his skin began to become blue.

Cave of the "Illithid"

From the mind of Daenes Heasirryetyn:

Remind me again why we’re going into the dark, creepy tunnel with mind-eating monsters? I can see why the Drow would jump at the chance to take a mission underground, but the giant bug and Thon? I don’t know, seems awfully cramped for a 9 foot Sauriel and an 11 foot praying mantis. What’s his name again? Klik? Sounds right. At least we can all see in the dark… I think. Well, here goes nothing. Maybe we’ll get to kick some butt. Corellon Larethian knows I need some action at least.

Gross… this place smells disgusting. Like dead bodies or something. Oh.. yep. Dead bodies. Definitely dead bodies. Hold on, two of them are standing up. I wonder if they need help! Uh.. scratch that. They’re definitely beyond our help. Ghouls by the looks of them. Well, I got my wish for action! Well there goes Klik, diving head-first into a fight. Looks fun! Well now, looks like we’re all getting in on the fun.

Well, the ghouls are taken care of, but I think something’s wrong with bug-boy. He sort of stopped moving in the middle of the fight. Is that a bug thing? Does he freeze up in battle? I sure hope not. That could seriously cramp our style. At least Peter was fun to punt. Huh, looks like he’s coming back to his senses. Guess he’s alright then. Gross guys, why are you going through those dead dudes’ pockets?

Annnnd off we go deeper into this festering cave of death. Woah, shit! Archers! Why are the Flind attacking us? I thought we were on their side! Come to think of it, those dudes are thinner than the Flind. Weird cousins maybe? Klik! What the heck are you doing?! Why are you talking to the bow wielding dudes?! Yeah, see? That didn’t go over so well. Telling archers you’re here to “kill” something isn’t exactly going to calm anyone down, now is it? Why are Klik and Vincent telling us not to shoot them? They have arrows pointed at our heads! Annnnd backing out, backing out.

Next room, please! Man this place smells. Oh great, another room with more Flind cousins. Klik, stop. Seirously. Stop trying to “negotiate” with these dudes. They’re obviously not interested. Especially since that dude just flew a flaming ball of grass at our heads! Holy shit that Bug can jump! I think I just peed myself a little.

Ledges. Why are there always ledges? I can’t kick ass when they’re on a freaking ledge. Fryn is trying to hack at the fire ball. I wonder how that’s going for him. C’mon Thon! You whack a burning bush with your bare tail, and you seriously don’t think that’s gonna sting? Well, I’m of no use right now. Hey, is that another hallway?

Well hey! Another room with those weird Flind cousins, and yuck, another ghoul. It’s halberd time! Damn that was sick! Did you see the way I gutted him like a pig and threw him against the wall? Well, obviously you saw me do that, ‘cause you’re me. Cool. Well, anyway. That was awesome. Next!

[Meanwhile, not in Daenes’ head, cause, well, she wasn’t there: Fryn continued to do massive amounts of damage to the fire man who appeared out of the flaming whicker ball while Vincent continued to slowly shoot at the Gnoll on the ledge. Thon and Nishant stood by, not really sure what they could do. Seeing how Thon’s tail was still ouchied, and Nishant had no non-wooden weapons. Nishant did try to control the burning man, but was unfortunately unsuccessful. Klik, after jumping on the ledge, charged past the enemy into a narrow corridor which led to the room Daenes is now in. Klik snuck up on an archer in said room, slashing him with one of his many many bastard swords. The archer didn’t particularly care for this, and turned his attention from Daenes to Klik.]

Oh hey! Look! Bug man made it into this room! Looks like he’s taking care of the archer. I think I’ll go in for another ghoul kill. That last one was satisfying. Well, he’s taken care of. Let’s go take care of those mini-flinds. Well now, looks like Thon decided he didn’t want any more burns and wants to join the fun. Ghouls; check. Mini-flinds; check. Guess we should go back and check on our friends, see if they’ve put out burning-man and his buddies yet. I’m pretty sure this tunnel Klik came through leads to that ledge.

Huh, looks like given enough time, Vincent CAN hit the broad side of a barn! Burning man seems a little “put out”! Ha! Haha! I’m so funny.

Dude, is that a hammer? Apparently Fryn has ups too! How the hell are these people making it up these ledges?! Well, looks like everyone’s dead in this room now. Fryn, seriously? Another weapon? Like you need more! Although I will admit, that hammer’s pretty cool.

Now that we’re all together again, guess we get to go find this mind-eating sicko. I remember someone saying something about a “tentacle face”. Sounds kinky. Oh look, a door. Now what? Hinges! Good plan, good plan. Thon? If you wouldn’t mind doing the honors? Thank you very much. Why is everyone clutching their heads? This doesn’t bode well. Time to shut the door! I’ll stand guard here, y’all go ahead. No, really, I’m good. Ugh, fine. I’ll come fight tentacle face.

Where did Fryn go? Is that a hole? Splash Yep. That’s a hole. Hope he’s alright… Oh well! What’s one less Drow in this world?

Not much in this room, but I think I hear something around the corner. Wonderful. It’s ALWAYS a good sign when someone is chanting in some freakish language. Did that dude just collapse? What IS that thing? And why are his eyes black? Wait, wait, I think I hear ominous music. Yep. Boss fight.

[Meanwile, Fryn, who IS okay, in case you were wondering, is swimming his way back to the room. He’ll get there eventually. Don’t worry.]

And go time! I’ll get the priest! stabs him into a wall Man I hope I didn’t just dent my halberd. Holy frak, why are there 9 Thons?! And I thought this room felt crowded before. Wait, why is Klik attacking Thon? I mean, it’s obviously some sort of illusion, dude. No need to totally freak. Attaboy, Nishant! Smack that dude in the head! I swear, Vincent, if you get any less accurate with that gun, you’re gonna kill one of us. Thon proceeds to sit on the body-controlled Klik Ohhh.. Thon? You do know what happens to bugs when you drop a 900 pound dino on them, right? Right? Okay. Good. Cool. So long as you know.

Daenes is now attacking the Flind-yanki with Nishant Yeah, boy! We got this! Wait, Nishant! Why’d you swipe at me? Nishant is cursing and apologizing No no, we’re cool. I got it. Mind-control. Don’t worry, I’ll just keep spinning around this dude so every time you try to whack me, you whack him! Oh good, you’ve got your body back. Excellent. Looks like Klik does too! And hey! Fryn’s back! Guess he survived. Alright, y’all! Let’s finish this bastard off! Whole team does a seriously awesome combo-killing-move that takes him down to -41 hit points YEAH! We are so BEAST! Phew, that was fun.

Party notices a symbol painted in blood on the floor. Half the party proceeds to pee on it to smear it while Thon, prude that he is, goes and pours water from the stream onto it. Regardless, the seal is broken. Looting ensues


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