Chapter 2: Willowdark, A Village Renewed

Geran tries to get a good sense of his surroundings.

Your axe shreds easily through the canvas material of the tent. Inside, you see the large armored man standing now with a greataxe. On the ground behind him, you see the old man, moving his hand over an ancient text. When he looks up at you, an unnatural red glow has overtaken his eyes as his lips flutter the final words of his spell.

The hand you had dug out of the garden twitches, gripping the air. Under the piles of blankets in the tent, a pair of figures rise up.

You should have just kept going. Shoulda left us alone.

The man with the axe howls and swings at Xaar. His second swing connects, dealing 15 damage.
Combat, you're up

Rixon's blades slip into the dirt, but either through rot or disfiguration, when he pulls them back out, there is no viscera on the steel.

Geran, the man looks at you and laughs, a whole-hearted belly laugh. No, little fingerwaggler. I won't be falling for that!

Kaio leaps at the man with the sword, swinging his blade followed by his fist.

Both blows land, striking hard, drawing an oof from the man.

You all are up.