Last night's game. (Minor spoilers for WotBS.)
The party descended into the valley, evidence of the mad monks' biomancy all around them. The horrid screams of misshapen creatures echoed in the distance. Their destination: a tower they had glimpsed peeking over the treetops.
The valley's endless storms pelted them with rain as wind and mist played hide-and-seek with the path ahead of them. As they descended, the screams of rage and pain grew closer.
Finally, they reached the tower. It sat in a clearing surrounded by jagged rocks and rubble. Two horrific, mutated creatures loped aimlessly around the perimeter, like baboons at a zoo, occasionally picking up rocks and chucking them into the woods.
The heroes drew back from the clearing. A door was clearly visible. All they needed to do was distract the creatures for a moment. A hurried conversation--then their goblin mage companion cast a burst of flame into the forest! The creatures fixated on the flash of sound and light and charged. The heroes raced across the clearing to the door! All they needed was a few moments, and they'd be inside.
But then, the druid in the lead disappeared into the ground, as if the earth had swallowed him whole. The monsters would be back in moments. What could the heroes do?
"Eh, it's not fourthcore," said the hulking Goliath barbarian. "I keep going."
And that's how the entire party fell 60 feet through an illusion onto a field of jagged spikes.
The party descended into the valley, evidence of the mad monks' biomancy all around them. The horrid screams of misshapen creatures echoed in the distance. Their destination: a tower they had glimpsed peeking over the treetops.
The valley's endless storms pelted them with rain as wind and mist played hide-and-seek with the path ahead of them. As they descended, the screams of rage and pain grew closer.
Finally, they reached the tower. It sat in a clearing surrounded by jagged rocks and rubble. Two horrific, mutated creatures loped aimlessly around the perimeter, like baboons at a zoo, occasionally picking up rocks and chucking them into the woods.
The heroes drew back from the clearing. A door was clearly visible. All they needed to do was distract the creatures for a moment. A hurried conversation--then their goblin mage companion cast a burst of flame into the forest! The creatures fixated on the flash of sound and light and charged. The heroes raced across the clearing to the door! All they needed was a few moments, and they'd be inside.
But then, the druid in the lead disappeared into the ground, as if the earth had swallowed him whole. The monsters would be back in moments. What could the heroes do?
"Eh, it's not fourthcore," said the hulking Goliath barbarian. "I keep going."
And that's how the entire party fell 60 feet through an illusion onto a field of jagged spikes.

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