The thief was done, the deed was won, and thus, the deed was done. There was cake and rejoicing.
The team rallied together to reap the lizardman harvest. The mother troll was simply unfortunate collateral damage.
Through liberal application of fine wine and via a crab intermediary, new alliances were forged, sparing the adventurers a buttery fate.
Krain lives up to his nickname and leads the team through a trap door straight to the fire elemental at the top of the lighthouse.
Amid the calamitous noise of the boat crashing on the rocks, the team scrambles to loot what they can while dispatching the remaining undead squatters.
A buttered Boil finally being understood
Boil and Malbeca share a conditional bond
RIP Staffs Out For the Fallen