Chapter 3: The Darklake

Well, I was planning on killing you, that's for sure. Eating, only the two dwarves look good enough to eat! Now, ye scrappy little elf, let's see what you think of this! You weak, beardless, dancing queen! She spits, sending a magically-laced set of insults to your ears.

DC12 Wisdom Save please! Make it and no effects, succeed and take 9 damage + disadvantage on your next attack roll.

Initiative! PCs can act!

Cemos swings at Nanny, missing the first time around. As he brings his hammer back, however, he cracks her in the jaw, clacking her nasty teeth together. Just as she turns to look at him from the hit, four red hot beams scream out from Bildaweer's hand, slamming one after the other into her chest. She reels in pain just as Dustin slings a bolt from his hand crossbow that slashes the side of her neck, sending a splash of black blood across Cemos' armor. She howls in pain as Georges and Eldreth run up from the boat, each arriving in time to take their swings at her. From behind her you see a strange sight as a moss covered mushroom rises up from the water and charging, lashing out with a pair of sword strikes.

Georges catches her with his scimitar as Eldreth slams the hag's shoulder with her hammer, keeping her shield up as she'd been taught. Stool, who'd managed to move behind her unseen, giving him a slight advantage as he slices into the back of her leg.

She grins a wicked grin at the group and snaps her fingers. She disappears from sight. You hear no sound and see no trace of her, moving or otherwise.

PCs are up.

Stool releases a cloud of spores but they don't seem to outline anything like a figure for Dustin to aim at.

Sure Dustinfriend, what is your thought? Stool thinks at you.