A few days pass, without anything of note happening. However, on the 3rd evening, we come across a bonfire in the distance. Encounter a couple sitting by it. Another of the tree legs, and a cloaked…. Someone. They don’t immediately kill us, so that’s a plus.
We make introductions and settle in by the fire. One of the tree-legs decides to start lopping down the burning tree. Aiming it directly at us. Don’t think any of the others picked up on that fact, including the one with the axe. Hustled everyone out of the way.
A little later on the night, a grouping of tall silhouettes appears in the fog. Big spiny-finger bastards who smell of rot and attack us out of nowhere.
Their fingers hurt. Especially inside me.
Hurt them back. Specifically around the leg bits, what with them being over 7 feet tall. If I wasn’t wearing my stone armor, people could probably see my sweet ass runic tattoos glowing as I activated my abilities, reinvigorating the tree-leg I met with earlier, and crushing joints left and right.
Amazingly, for undead fuckers, these things sure chickened out early, running away with their extending fingers between their legs.
The group starts rummaging about and lopping off limbs for decorations. Strange folk.
Princess Floofy Pants finally made herself known to the group. Apparently she warmed up Much faster to this motley lot. Hopefully we get out of these woods soon, I haven’t seen a stone for 3 days under all the detritus, and I still have no idea why I’m even here. This can’t have been a simple accident, can it?