Mourningfall E8: Flowers in His Footprints
The party is standing at the edge of an underground river, and something in the water is charging the elementals like a battery. Nobody wants a fight. So they try diplomacy by body language, a bard's song that sets the elementals' teeth on edge, and finally an ambush on two drow digging up an old canal with their bare hands. For once the dice cooperate: a natural twenty, a smite, a dagger through the eye at long range, and a drow mage chased around a corner straight into a nest of carrion crawlers - where he keeps casting while being eaten.
Then they count heads, and Easter Ashwell is…
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