| Menka | 37/54 |
| Kyril | 65/69 |
| Lycovyne | 36/54 |
| Gonchar | 72/100 |
| Flint | 37/72 |
| Cathal | 43/67 |
| Tim | 21/36 |
| Seamus | 49/78 |
{\itshape “When I get my hands on Kyril’s evil sword shit’s gonna get real around here very quickly…”
– Lahtac the Anti-Paladin }
The One Room Session (Almost)#
When the chiming ended, the carvings on the walls cease their infernal undulations. The footsteps we heard outside the room became louder and suddenly 4 subhumans dressed in archaic scale mail broke through the door - three carrying odd, curved battleaxes, one wielding a glistening, dripping dagger. The subhumans launched into the room among us while a creature, human-sized but like a large octopi, ambulating with a sickening undulating gait on its tentacles, glaring eyes in its large head, stayed in the doorway. The creature began to wave its tentacles and the familiar reality distortion field filled the room. The cleric failed his save vs. spell and was incapacitated and disoriented. The rest of the party made their save.