Beth Lyons

We entered the room beyond the double doors. Thanks to those Spider-Climb boots Dyssko was on the ceiling. He cast shock and awe to overwhelm whomever was in the room. The only living creature was a dwarf sitting on a throne. Which is not to say the room was empty. I stepped inside the door. Dyssko was overhead and to the left. He was overwhelmed by the sight of a dozen corpses hanging upside down from the ceiling. The top of their heads had been cut off.

You know, for a fastidious guy Dyssko sure likes squishy, smelly stuff. If it’s not hydra droppings or Kua Toa poo, it’s poisonous mushrooms. We were done with that room. Done! But no. “I need a sample. I need a sample.” Like a broken record. I hope that almost dying from fungi poison will make him more cautious.

It was quite a predicament. Exhausted, dirty, some of us half undressed and out of nowhere comes a winged devil with glowing red eyes. Shooting flaming arrows.

No amount of dampness could explain the chill in my heart when I looked at the statue of the lobster-headed goddess. She is evil of a magnitude with Nerull. I will not hesitate to destroy any Kua Toa frog men that I see. They are her followers and by the will of Pelor, they will perish.