Play Report

 Cunt - Tiefling Druid

Xixi - Gnoll Druid

Clyde the Filthy Pig Orc - Pig Orc Fighter

The Red - Fae Sorcerer

After having fled the mountain, the party traveled to the hut of the witch they'd previously saved from a stroke. She'd shelter them, but for an as of yet unnamed and irrefutable favor in return; the party declined her off and instead set out moving East.

Shortly thereafter, they heard the rythmic beat of a helicopter overhead - their B&E was not going to go unpunished.

They fled further into the forest, seeking out the cover and density of the trees to evade their would be captors and came across a bear who was very cross with them for being in his territory. He was irrational and uncooperative when they tried to get out of his territory. The party didn't seem to think they could handle the bear and he wasn't open to negotiations, so one of the Druids - Cunt, I believe - entangled him in creeper vines - vines that slow your movement and make uncomfortable comments about your body in a whisper just quiet enough that no one else can hear - and they all ran. 

There was a brief argument, Xixi and Cunt had wanted to feed Clyde to the bear just as they had wanted to feed him to Blipoblapt, to the Basilisk, to Xiximanter, to irradiated monsters in the arcane nuclear facility. One of them challenged him to a fight, the other joined her. The Red promptly shimmied up a tree; she didn't wish to be involved, but she wasn't about to miss the show.

I checked with Clyde's player; he had grown sick of their shit and he was amenable to a fight to the death. Hopefully we were all on the same page that whoever had to make a new character would be friendly with all members of the party.

I'm not sad to say that Clyde fucking handled those Druids. He positively dismantled them. They came at him with melee weapons, no strong combat shape shifting forms, half to no power on their spell dice and neither wore armor. Clyde on the other hand wore full armor and was putting down serious damage via his war hammer. In the end, he killed them both, decapitated them and wears their heads on his belt.

That was the whole session and honestly it felt like the best of the three we had run. I didn't prep anything and was planning on winging the party getting captured, interrogated and trying to escape, but we didn't make it that far. 

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