The Oh, When last we left our heroes, Panic the Teifling Bard,

Greke, the Kanku Rogue, Task the Kobold Ranger, and Borcky the Ork barbarian.

The party escaped the pursuit of the drought militia, diving beneath the

larva-infested waters of the underdark. As they gasped for air at the water surface, the party

discovered a great bioluminescent mushroom crowning over a world-sized cavern,

a light in giant dragonflies, forests of mushrooms, and rocky plains of isotopods.

The party rested and travelled east, dodging the stocks of the demonic drowue dragloth and the ever-vigilant

drow militia in tow. After watching a deep gnome strike team take out a drowscout troop, the party consulted Quarian in

alibas on the nature of Deep Nomes and learned of the potential allies in this unwavering

underdark. Heading east, the party made camp.

Borqui flickered his light and another flickering light, and panic awoke, spooned by a gray render.

As the party were owes to continue their ventured east, along with their new gray companion,

galloping over the stony horizon came the Drow militia tearing a war path towards our party.

So for their surprise round, they will move close to you.

Uh huh. And I need everyone to roll in this shit up for me.

Oh shit.

What a way to start the session.

Yeha.

Let's fucking go. And let me grab my new fight music.

Hey, there's that net one.

Don't worry, Orb, I'll save us.

You've yeed your last ha, foreigner.

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