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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Teneb" data-source="post: 1505237" data-attributes="member: 3572">I hate bugs.    Malthyn was probably one of the smallest, most rundown human encampments I’ve ever encountered.  The residents of the village had erected a crude earthen berm around their home for some apparent defensive purpose.  The villagers, as a whole, were nervous and appeared despondent.  Giants had been attacking much more than usual, killing a number of “prominent” citizens including the local shaman.  Furthermore, aerial beasts were attacking at night, carrying victims away.  For this reason, no one ventured outside past sunset.  These people had the look of trapped animals.    Striving to uplift the morale of the townsfolk, several of us decided to deal with this night terror before heading up to the mine (which we were told had been abandoned for some time).  Tarrick endeavored to set some sort of net trap on the roof of the inn while the rest of us watched dubiously.  Notably, Gruck refused to have anything to do with the entire operation and bedded down in the inn’s common room for a nap.    Sam and I spent dusk outside.  The creature(s) reportedly attacked after sundown, so we were wary.  Our caution paid off when three large moths descended upon us.  The drone of their wings caused me some confusion (Fort save, rolled a 1), but I had the presence of mind to wildshape.  Sam simply hit one a bunch of times, which seemed effective.  Each of us was struck a number of times; Sam shrugged the hits off while I found myself unable to move (Fort save, rolled a 1).  Inside, Gruck stood up, awakened by the commotion.  Tarrick, confused as I was (Fort save, rolled a 1), thumped Gruck in the back with his spiked chain.  Gruck was.....unhappy; he burst through the door and used his double axe to good effect on the moths.  Linder began humming, overriding the moths’ drone while Oskar freed me from immobility.  Sam and Gruck made short work of the moths from that point.  We joked a bit that the only combat damage came from our own party.  Tarrick looked sheepish - Gruck just looked mad.    The next morning, we decided to check in on a family living in a nearby manor prior to heading for the mine.  We learned of the manor from one of the villagers and feared for the isolated family’s safety.  Our concern was warranted as we were ambushed twice on the way to the manor.  A rolling log trap maimed a number of the group’s horses, but the deformed giants who had set off the trap lay dead shortly thereafter.  A group of ogres later attacked, but we had some forewarning as I had taken to the air after the first ambush.  Battered and bloody, we made it to the manor.    The family, it turns out, was fine.  They had noticed an upsurge in giant activity, but it seemed directed against Malthyn specifically.  We stayed the night, unfortunately awakening two guardian gargoyles the family didn’t know about.  Gabby was sorely hurt, but Oskar was able to heal her.  The head of the household, Milo Mathin, was quite distraught we had been attacked, confessing the family had just recently re-acquired the estate.   The previous members of the family living here had installed a number of protections Milo was unaware of.  Now he had two less to worry about.</blockquote>

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