D&D Week 33: Hang In There, Baby!
This week, Veracity got a familiar. She considered a weasel or a toad (Bentein: ALL BOW TO THE HYPNO TOAD), but went with a raven. Which craps on me. Of course.
With that settled, after much confusion about dead ends and moving hallways, we go down a previously unexplored corridor. We come to a large stone door…
GM Vaschon: Val looks at the door. The door waits expectantly.
Bentein: It eats us, in revenge for its brother the gazebo.
GM Vaschon: wrong story
Your party budges the stone door revealing a large wooded cavern. A lonely figure stares back at you hefting a rather large tree.
Torkal: THIS SEEMS LEGIT
Val: Andre was friendly
GM Vaschon: Not during his heel days.
GM Vaschon: The hill giant grunts some words in a language evidently no one understands and waits a response.
Bentein: “Uhh… anybody speak hill giant?”
Torkal: “As a matter of fact…” Torkal DOES know Giant. So tell me what he said!