Text by Paul O'Connor, Dungeon Master
The lads make camp for the night, during which Blah single-handedly beheads and BBQs an umber hulk. What a night!
The next day, back through the secret path and on the track of Farrah. Up a winding path, crossing over a dark and fast-flowing river. They intersect an ancient purple worm tunnel.
Khostov suffers one of his fits of madness, loudly proclaiming how "nothing happened!" when he was alone and in the dark with an unconscious Blah. He gets louder, and louder.
Breaking into a waterfall chamber with twin cyclopean stairs, Khostov glides high and ahead of everyone, taunting his fellows with some bullshit.
Khostov is jumped by a flock of darkmantles. His last words are a triumphant declaration that "This IS an old-school D&D dungeon."
Blah leaps to his half-brother's defense as the darkmantles tear strips from the hovering body, cloaked in magical inky darkness.
Sommpher dispels the darkness, and the crew drives away the darkmantles. Khostov's lifeless body hits the stone.
But ... he's only mostly dead. A bit of healing and Khostov is right as rain.
Hopefully no more toilets loom ahead!
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