On the next adventuring day and after some free minor restorations by Thrain, they party left their frieng forging stuff and went to try to finish the explorarion of the Gullet. After giving a thought or two to the idea of getting Flicking to know the Statue of Wishes, they decided it would probably be besto to test their luck once they were better suited in case things went south. This decision might have had a direct effect on the outcome of the gaming session…
They resumed their exploration with the empty room’s second secret door. Inside, they found a strange altar with two balc candles that wnet alit upon the first tread. They also found three stirges that surprised Grumgr (maybe no link will be comming, you’ll see) but were quickly finished by one of Flicking’s bombs. After searching around the room, the heroes were convinced that the only elements of interest within were the two candles. An interesting discussion started on how to or even if to examine them until Fierigo started summoning one of his famous monkeys. This triggered an expeditious retreat of the rest of the party to the previous room.
Fierigo had the monkey play around with the candles and nothing seem to happen. Outside the room however, the other three were having an interesting encounter with yet another 3 stirges. When the fight was over they heard a noise coming from the room with the altar. They found Fierigo lying unconscious on the floor with one black candle in his hand, no sign of the monkey. The two rounds the group spent getting the tiefling out of the room proved fatal for the Summoner, who might have joined his companion Lengüita in whatever weird plane he found her.
The remaining members decided to take the Tiefling’s body to their base at the Mouth of Doom, where Thrain would cast a Gentle Repose on it. There, they found the strangest Gnome they would get to see (literally) in their lives: Magnus Magnifico el Poderoso (no need for alink here either). The little fellow was wearing a magical full plate and a no less magical bastard sword. Magnus was shiffling the party’s treasure shouting curses and claiming the whole Rappan Athuk to be boring and completely harmless. As the party was heading back for Zelkor’s Ferry for reinforcements and also to sell loot, the Gnome decided to join them.
They decided to cross the bogs this time, and this proved to be their undoing. Flicking found a patch of Quicksand. He was wise enough to recognize the immediate danger and none fell on the dangerous ground. Alas, nobody was smart enough to remember that there are THINGS that wait near quicksand patches, for they always present them with FOOD.
Alla of a sudden, four tentacles big as trees caught Grumgr unaware and started turning him into pulp. Heartbeats later, from the mud rose one of Death’s many faces…
Kyriel (no link coming here I’m afraid) blasted one of tentacles with his magic missiles, oonly to find they did nothig but scratch the beat’s tough hide. Magnus charged forward and did a healthy cut into one of the tentacles, while Flicking was having trouble getting the hell off his horse and trying to break a new world record in 100 mt swamp. Before the brave Grumgr could do anything, including entering his rage, the Froghemoth crushed him to gore.
Seconds later the tentacles reduced Kyriel to a bloody pulp while the mad Gnome Fighter, let himself be swallowed whole to try to slay the beats from within. It didn’t work out.
Alone, weary and stranded, poor Flicking made the best he could to stay on the “safe” side of the road, and during the rest of that awful day he only had to avoid a nest of vipers. During the night, he decided (another fatal error) that he needed sleep. It was during his nap that death found him…
… in the form of a Will’O’The Wisp that waked him up with an electric blast. The brave Grenadier fought valiantly but the cruel spirit blasted him to near death-state. Flicking’s dying body was found by a pack of trolls who had him for supper.