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Wed 26th Aug 2020 04:58

The No Luck Logging Camp

by Ottoz Mainlandër

I marveled at the elf’s ability to find a path through the dense forest on the way to the logging camp. But thus arriving there something seemed amiss. Many of the structures were destroyed, the tents abandoned. We tied off the cart and ox in a copse of trees and made our way down to the tents to see what was going on there. Suddenly a cockroach on steroids popped from the ground and attacked Baric taking him into it’s huge mandibles. Baric flailed there and the comical, albeit unfortunate aspect of it was what made me miss a successive amount of blows on the damn thing. Drollness aside it would appear my impact with the ground had the unfortunate effect of summoning another one of those damn things and then we had to contend now with two of the creatures. Dash already having stole my role as super dwarf in this party then *really* stole my thunder on this one as he dispatched the first beast and went after the other taking some hits as he went. I feel at this point if the party spent more time fighting and less time pointing fingers and laughing we would be sooooo much more effectual (sniff). Eventually Tuath finished off the last of them with his “homemade” arrows that he learned to make from his sister while smoking weed next to a river….can't remember the story. But both monsters were down and we decided to retreat for the night.
 
We reentered the camp the next day and Baric had the crazy notion of just summoning all of these creatures at once. Thus we banged on the ground to no avail. We entered the structure and boom there one emerged from it’s subterranean lair biting me as it shook the last pieces of earth and floor off it’s carapace. I tried to redeem myself to some degree by hitting it successive times with my great sword we all dispatching it together.
 
We found Tybor Westor cowering in the next room ostensibly having hid there while his workmen were consumed by the beasts. Not sure if I can blame him or not, management always finds a way while the workers get screwed….I digress.
 
I helped Baric bury what was left of workers then we headed back to town, Tybor in tow. It was an uneventful trip. More from town later.
 
Ozzie--