The snake hath revealed a cove southward. Lo! A grindylow bears the hat of Sandara ’pon its pate. No lowly creature shall defile her in such manner. Revenge!
We set forth through the rugged jungle and slopes of the ridge to the entrance of the cove. Tis some 40-60ft down. Rak furnishes me with his climbing equipment and I set on making a way down.
Upon reaching bottom, “Sandara!”…. no answer…. save from a group of stirges nesting in the cove….. “not good.” One finds purchase upon my shoulders. “Vile creature.” I submerge and it releases. Inside the cave it is dark. 11 (by my count) grindylows spring forth and begin advancing. Rak furnishes me with a spear, to which I impale one on.
What news from the south doth my ears receive? Hark! The monk hath fallen in battle as more creatures attempt a flank…. yet the snake denies them such bold action. His courage is to be commended, performing such a… dance?.. in the midst of battle whilst retrieving a comrade from the throngs of death.
Now these creatures shall know my wrath…
Session ended with me deciding to head into the caves… alone… because that will work out well for me. Right?