Last week, me and my
small current group found ourselves behind our coffee mugs yet again,
ready to pick up our DnD action where we left it, two weeks ago. The
group were in serious trouble, as two rivalling bands of demons had
crashed the prison escape scene and started a minor air combat inside
the large cave.
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| Jimjar, Deep Gnome Gambler |
The drow captors were
suddenly too busy to mind their prisoners, so the rather large group
of prisoners decided to act, in the belief that this was the signal
from the friendly drow who had let them out of their cage. They
jumped down the waterfall and found themselves submerged in ice cold
water. Soon afterward, a terrible shout echoed in their minds: ”Flesh
for the Faceless Lord!”. It came from an Ooze, while it suddenly
attacked Jimjar the scoundrel, by the shoreline.
