Matthew Hunter

Creeper got captured and magically interrogated last time, revealing the location of the camp. The characters had all planned on a long rest; they got a short rest and a drow-spider ambush. All adventurers either fled, or were captured and enslaved by the drow in the Wave Echo Cave, helping make weapons and armor for the forces of evil alongside the missing Rockseeker dwarf. Basically everyone was fed up with the module and ready to end it without bothering to play out the final confrontation.

Morgath is a mysterious masked man of magic and m’alliteration. He has scarring on the face around the mouth, wears a mask and some of the scarring comes up above the mask slightly. The mask just covers his mouth.

Feverborne After the pink slime disaster, we decided it was time to head back to town. We had found some items of value and quite frankly we were all a bit shook up by seeing one of our compatriots have his face eaten. Not to mention the ordeal of puzzle-solving overnight from the fisher king. But our first stop was to fatten our purses, so we headed to Retep’s antiquities… But only after checking them ourselves, of course.

Feverborne I gave Ahnjela a resounding slap across the face with my gauntlet, and it seemed to sober her up. But it didn’t make the skeletons any more inclined to let us pass. We did establish that they only guarded two of the three doors in the room, leaving the middle door free if we wanted to go that way. We also established that pink would help us kill green if we wanted to go through the green door, but pink skellie is a mean bastard and I would hate to trust his word.

Feverborne When u-Heury was finished playing doctor with himself, we decided to clear out the two fishy folk playing handsy behind the door before going deeper into the cave system. We set up an ambush outside the door while u-Heury taunted them and tried to get them to come out. It didn’t go well. I continue to prefer a more aggressive approach to take advantage of surprise. We should be listening at doors and kicking them down, then swarming inside to take advantage of surprise.

Ohhyeah Punchman was forever scarred when his mother told him he was conceived on horseback. One can only guess at what his father said at the moment of conception, but his mother always smiles when she says her son’s name, “Ohhyeah!” It was the same smile that drove him to become a butcher of horsemeat (and other animals of course) instead of taking on the traditional Punchman trade of masonry.

Definitely not an assassin.

Very pointy…. ears.

Dude looks like a lady.

A powerful barbarian youth with ambitions of learning the ways of civilization. He is presently attempting to learn to read, and has a budding interest in mycology (mushrooms).