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The rain is so cold. It is amazing how one's intellect can

continue to function and make assessments and calculations even
while the rest of ones consciousness is in full on freak out mode.

Part 1
They are falling!
Their ship, the H.M.S Hammer, was about 200 metres up in
the air when the five were hurled off of it by a thunder-wave spell.
Moments after the storm elementals hurled the Hammer from
their towering waterspout. Gods! The falling conscripts had never
even seen or had heard of such a storm before. It is like every air
and water elemental on the face of Jieve has gathered in the bay.
Tossing around the thousand tonne warships of the armada like
common trash. Gleefully drowning soldiers and sailors and dogs
and horses, making a mockery of the greatest naval force ever
assembled by mortals. Now they are drifting down through the
sheets of rain, with a foreign jungle canopy below their feet and
nothing but Gramarldys feather-fall spell to keep them from
smashing their bodies of flesh and bone against the tree branches
and hard ground. The massive war boat, that had been these
soldiers stinky home for the last 3 months, continues its crazy
cartwheel in the sky above and beyond. It arks farther inland to
the rainforest, and crashes with a tremendous cacophony. A boom

of thunder from the ground to match the boom of thunder from

the skies above. Hords of birds and tiny flying reptiles take to the
sky in panic. Despite the tropical latitude, this rain is cold. Five
warriors descend at a safe speed towards the forest's canopy.
Visibility is somewhat limited due to heavy precipitation, but they
each are able to make out the ocean to the South of them, where
nearly a half-a-dozen waterspouts made up by shrieking and
bellowing storm elementals are chewing up the Islandic fleet. The
waterspout that had hurled the Hammer off of is the closest. It is
so massive and wild that it does not simply funnel straight up
from the sea to the clouds. It actually twists and bends into a
huge s shape, looking like an enormous, squirming, writhing
worm, as it churns the bay. Its a mess out there. Total
pandamonium. Thousands, upon thousands of people and animals
are drowning, and the water is littered with broken ship parts. To
the West they make out gold and white city of Jackle Heart, built
at the base of a lush jungle mountain. It is about 20 miles away.
Despite the diminished visibility from the rain and the overcast
skies, the city seems to shine with a light that only it receives. 5
miles to the North, a the giant dent in the rainforest canopy has
been created from where the Hammer just crashed. Plooms of
smoke are pushing up through the falling rain and as they watch,
Kaboom, something must have ignited one of the barrels of
dragon powder and there is a brief, but very visible, explosion.
The half-elf warlock, Albus, also notices that to the West by NorthWest of his location, there is a cave in the side of a hill. He also
notes that there is a wide, lazy river, that meanders from the
North-East to all the way West of the city, but it is hard to see
because of all the jungle vegetation. Over to the East, about a
mile away, Albus notices the tops of building clustered near each
other. It looks to be some sort of village or compound. One of the
buildings is a spinneret, a tall, slender tower with an onion shaped
crown. This group of buildings lies a mile to the East and though
they are relatively close, the buildings are difficult to make out
because the structures are built among the trees rather than in a
cleared area. Albus makes a mental note of these things, not

knowing whether it will become useful in the future. Of the five,

he appears to be the least concerned about the current turn of
events. Being more relieved, if anything, to be away from the
stench filled decks of the warship and the sun's blistering rays. As
they continue to descend under the auspices of the feather-fall
spell, each of them take moments to reflect. They find it hard to
believe how quickly things went from mostly boring to
catastrophic in such a short amount of time. Drifting closer to the
alien jungle, they all reflect upon the day prior, wondering if what
they had witnessed was warning them about their present
circumstance. It was just after lunch break when the five, along
with their fellow platoon mates, were swabbing the decks of the
Hammer. The sun was relentless that day. Like a massive coal
plucked from the Demons lands of Gahhennah and pinned right
to the sky above the swet drenched workers. After 3 months of
working under this sun, everyone had now skin brown the stain of
tea-wood, excepts for Albus, whose very pale half-elven skin only
burned, and had to have healing sav applied constantly. Guys, its
really sunny out here, he would often exclaim to his fellow crew
mates, though many of them had grown weary of his complaints.
Albus had a strange habit of putting others on edge, either
through his awkward comments or his lack of attention, seeming
as if only half of his mind was present at all times. The sunlight
was refracting across Opinion Seas the enumeral wave tops,
creating a hypnotic glimmering effect all the way out to the
horizon, it seemed as if the entire armada was sailing on a field
made from diamonds. And this scintillating light began to lull each
of the onlookers into a trance. This was how the Opinion Sea
gained its name, sailors without the proper mentals protections
would sometimes fall into a stupor and their ships would sail for
hours without guidance, sometimes they would even wreck. The
human paladin, Bor Ealis, wondered whilst he scrubbed the decks
if this might be the reason the voyage across the sea seemed to
take so long. As the conscripts watched, the field of lights
coalesced into visions of wondrous and strange scenes. Bor Ealis
leant on the wooden railing of the boat staring out into the sea,

entranced by the strange wonder. Alongside side him, the fellow

paladin, Mogar, a hulking dragon-born with pale blue scales,
slowly loosened his grip on his mop, likewise distracted from his
task by a sudden vision. Both these holy warriors shared the same
vision: A knight captain, resplendent in platemail made of
platinum, polished to a mirror shine. The knight was astride upon
a white charger with hooves of steel, his albino lance was decked
with a white pennant with 8 gold stars arranged in a circle. Over
his shoulder the hilt of a katana could be seen, with its pommel
carved to resemble a dragons mouth clutching a black pearl. The
knight captain raised its gauntleted hand to lift its visor, it's indigo
eyes seemed to lock onto the paladins and they felt a charge of
energy like a wind from heaven shaking them to their core. When
his vision came, the Tiefling bard, Bo Jingles, had been idly
humming to himself, trying to zone out the mutterings being
made by the nearby Albus. He stopped when he noticed that the
warlock had gone oddly quiet. Worried that something was
horribly wrong he looked to ocean, only to be entranced by the
same vision that silenced the half-elf. They saw the light and the
darker parts of the wave tops start to swirl and form a demented
thespian mask with a different expressions occupying each half.
There was a light side grinning and a dark side frowning. The
mask was worn by a dancing figure, dressed as a fool, cavorting
with a rapier. His spastic motions belide an elegant grace. The
fool almost always seemed on the point of slipping and impaling
itself on the rapier tip, but it never quite managed to.
Orma, green skinned half-orc, was the only one of the five to
witness something solely unique to herself. On the field of lights
she saw a lady with a spinning head. Every so often the head
would stop spinning and the face that became discernable would
be her face, but with an ineffable quality that made it seem like it
wasn't her at all. Then it would spin again. A giant man appeared
wearing a tabard emblazoned with a red circle intersected with
four spears and four maces. He stood over the lady with the
spinning head. Though he looked like a ferocious brawler, he wept

one tear that splashed on her head, causing her to grow still and
clear, like a glass statue of herself.
For all of them the visions ended when Sergent Bilux, who
always seemed to enjoy putting their party on cleaning detail,
was suddenly among them, screaming his low opinion of their
ancestries and berating their slack jaw, weak minded
predilections towards distractions. He made them all do dozens
and dozens of push-ups and burpees in the hot tropical sun as
punishment. That was yesterday, right now though, it is cold and
grey as the warriors continue to drift down from the storm clouds
to the mountain slope below. The tree tops rise up to their feet.
The wet leaves slap them as they slowly fall through them. They
drift down past the tree branches, where startled monkeys clutch
their monkey babies to their chests and stare at them with wide
eyes. After a few seconds, they land lightly on their feet on the
rainforest floor.
Bo Jingles giggles to himself, still in shock from the recent
events. Snickering out the words monkey babies through his
muffled laughter.
Bor Ealis too notices the monkeys babies, exclaiming I want
to eat a monkey baby. Possibly as a joke, though Orma is unsure.
You want to eat a monkey baby, we can make this happen,
you guys, comments Albus, as he walks up beside the much
shorter Paladin. Sounding oddly jovial about the prospect of
eating the young creatures, a quick Eldritch Blast, would do the
trick.
Their skulls are probably still soft, mutters Mogar, as he
readjusts his armour and weapons. As a dragon-born, he had no
qualms about eating the creatures, food was food, the easier it is
to eat the better. Feeling uneasy about the conversation, Orma
quickly tries to change the subject, I know things aren't going
well for our army, but I have to say that this is better than doing
burpees, It is better, the warlock agrees, turning his attention
away from the treetops, though I mustn't have done enough as I

still don't feel all that strong. Albus turns to face the Orma,
reflecting briefly back to all the times he threw up whilst training
aboard the Hammer. It must be because I had to go inside a lot to
put salve on my flakey skin. Having finally moved away from the
topic of eating baby monkeys, the five of them gather together on
that rainy Tuesday morning to discuss what to do next.

Part 2
Each of them review what they saw as they slowly fell away
from the warship, with Albus adding what he glimpsed with his
keen eyesight. Each party member take stock of the situation.
There are five of them, it's Tuesday morning, the only weapons
and armour they have are the ones on their persons, they are
thousands of miles away from home; deep in enemy territory and
most of their allies are dead or missing. What do we do? Is the
question lying unspoken above all of their heads of themselves.
Bor Ealis is the first to speak. We need to execute our
mission. Right, Mogar growels in agreement, itching with
anticipation for the battles ahead. The human paladin continues,
enjoying his moment of leadership We need to head off and find
the Kumin. So ah
Wait a minute, Albus interjects, much to Bor Ealis displeasure,
Do we know anything about this Robinson Crusoe village in the
East, did we get some intel on it before we landed?.
The paladin grits his teeth, working hard to control his
annoyance for the mix-breed mages antics. That is irrelevant
retorts Bor Ealis, in a tone of voice he hopes stops the fool from
commenting further.
Albus, never great with social cues, simply ignores this and
continues his argument to visit the village. But what if that's
where some allies are, what if it's a rebel faction.
We didn't come here to find Allies Mogar says to the warlock,
clearly sharing his fellow Paladins irritation for Albus
interruptions.

What's the point of executing our mission. The whole God damn
armadas dead, Bo Jingles ways into the discussion, his voice
sounding slightly hysterical as he is still in shock from the past
events.
Yeah, Orma concedes.
They'll catch up, The human Paladin says quickly, desiring to
only get back to discussing his plan. Their not all dead.
I mean, you know, it's just the soldiers Mogar starts to explain
something but is quickly interrupted by Albus.
The waterspout catapulting a ship until it exploded is clearly
indicative of doom.
We lived, we lived so other people may have lived to Bor Ealis
states. His irritation with the half breed growing by the minute.
It's c-c-cold wines Bo Jingles, his shock clearly now having a
physical affect on him, as though the jungle had been cooled by
the rain, the temperature had not dropped noticeably since the
adventures arrival. As they all stand gathered together under the
a jungle tree, Albus wonders about the Tieflings mental fortitude,
perhaps, he thinks, this may be useful in the future.
Yeah, I think that there's probably not going to be a lot of allies
over here. Orma reasons, continuing the conversation, paying no
attention to the half-demons moaning, We came in wrong, we
should have been a little bit friendlier.
Alright that's fair, the half-elf finally concedes, You want to go to
the cave
So we can go the city, the cave or the fucking uh... lazy river
Bo Jingles sums up the options to no one in particular. Now
starting to shake visibly.
The cave! We stick to the cave, man, it was in the plan!, Mogar
yells at the bard, bearing his sharp fangs at the much smaller
creature. The dragon-born was quickly losing his patience with
this pointless talking.

I feel that we should at least swing by the shipwreck so that we

could at least validate all the work that went into it , Bo Jingles,
once again out of turn with the others conversations
What? Mogars rage continues to rise
Bor however now takes pity on the half-devil, noting the
bards shaking frame. Let's swing by the shipwreck, pick up
supplies and check out the shipwreck, he says in a milder tone of
voice.
Sure, seeing as it exploded I'm sure everything is in great
condition. Albus sarcastically adds, though he too saw the merit
of visiting the wreck.
Theres probably some barrels floating and some shit, Says
Mogar, happy with the idea of finally moving.
In the trees? Albus asks, not sure why the dragon-born would
think barrels would be floating around a warship that had crashed
into a jungle.
There's more stuff that is in there then is here. Bor Ealis says,
adjusting his weapons and turning in the direction of the ship.
See if maybe Sergeant Bilco is still around, Bo Jingles adds, glad
that his suggestion was helpful
I could really do with some Burpees right about now Bor
responds, humouring the tiefling, Alright let's go do it. As the
party begins heading out, Omar gets her maul ready, she always
feels more confident when she's holding on too her hammer.
The warriors begin their march to the broken remains of the
warship, Albus scans the area. Taking in the surroundings. He
notes that they are deep in the woods, with large trees
surrounding them. We are deep in the woods, Albus exclaims. He
sees that there are five trees around them, he raises the
suggestion of having Bo Jingles or Orma climb the tree and have a
look around, neither seem interested in this idea. I ain't climbing
shit, Mogar adds.

Aw fuck I'm tangled up in some vines .. ergh. Bo Jingles yells

Don't worry it will only last six seconds Bor says
Do you want me to blast it for yah? I'll do it. Albus says hoping to
finally let loose some eldritch energy.
Don't be using it, he'll get out of it, Mogar snaps at the warlock.
I got a spell called hellish rebuke, Albus adds
The soldiers start to form up, Bor takes point and begins to
attempt to lead the party.
As Bor Ealis walks to the front of their marching order, Albus
asks Do you want to take point or looks,around the area. The
warlock was always keen to gather as much information about his
environment as possible. Mogar exclaims Your perceptive as fuck,
Bor Ealis, encouraging the the other paladin, to which Bor Ealis
states with pride I'm pretty sharp, Ill look with my superior
human eyes to see what I can find Hearing this comment, Orma is
offended by it. She is not a fan of any race claiming to be
superior than others What do you perceive?, asks Bo Jingles
Looking around Bor Ealis sees the movement from the jungles
canopy. Within the branches a giant boa constrictor coils and
uncoils its body through the branches hissing aggressively. Bor
reacts quickly upon seeing it. The massive boa constrictor comes
down, hissing aggressively at him and the party. He responds by
unsheathing his great sword and signalling to everyone else by
pointing upwards at the snake. Following his gesture, the rest of
the party see the serpent and ready for battle With the exception
of Albus who thinks to himself, maybe it is a friendly snake,
perhaps it can be spoken to, maybe it speaks deep. This thought
process distracts the half-elf.
The Boa Constrictor lunges at Bo Jingles, who had been
standing nearest to the tree. He draws his crossbow and fires a
bolt, aimed right at the reptilian face. The shot is a narrow miss,
skimming just the side of the snakes head. The bolt continues into
the trees behind, almost hitting a monkey with its flight. Orma

grabs her spear and flings it at the scaly creature in the tree.
Hitting it with an audible smack of wood, steel and flesh. Mogar
watches her throw with awe.
Albus is still distracted, now noticing that his boot laces are
loose.
Inhaling deeply, Mogar lets loose an icy cloud that spreads
into the tree top. It engulfs the boa. Being cold blooded, the snake
starts to convulse wildly. Its spasming body causes it to fall from
the tree.
Get it exclaims the dragon-born, the thrill of battle causing his
heart to beat quicker in his chest,
Swinging his great sword, Bor brings the blade down on the
serpent, chopping it in half. Mogar grins, his respect for his fellow
paladin grows. He does not grasp yet that Bor does not respect
the dragonborn, only tolerating his presence.
The cracking of branches can be heard from the tree behind
the party, a second boa rears down from the branches and strikes
at Orma. It bites deep into her arm, wrapping the rest of its body
around her. The serpent begins to squeeze.
This new commotion finally breaks through to Albus. He
turns away from his untied laces. Snake! he yells in surprise,
then seeing the other one on the ground, he adds, oh wait, that
one's dead. Pivoting, he fires an eldritch blast at the second
snake, making an effort not to hit the ensnared barbarian. The
magical energy arcs out and strikes the boa constrictors thick
body, easily avoiding Orma. Upon the blast hitting the snake, the
warlock let's out a happy shout yay! I hit it,
The creature continues to ensnare the orc buts its coils has
loosened slightly.
Bo Jingles backs away from this new snake, but aids his allie
with a song of encouragement.

Hoof, hoof, hee, hoof, hoof, hee Is how we breath When the
snake is eating us Hoof, hoof, hee, hoof, hoof, hee
The silly song makes Orma glare at the slowly retreating
tiefling, but she recognises that she now feels more confident in
her ability to defeat the serpent. Orma wiggles her other arm
enough to grab her maul. With some effort, she frantically strikes
at the boa. Despite the awkwardness of maneuvering around the
snake, and almost hitting herself in the process, she is able to hit
it good on the head. Hearing a crunching noise when the maul
hits the head, the thing goes limp.

Part 3
Orma looks down at the now dead snake. Realising that she
has not eaten since that morning, she see this as a great
opportunity for some snake meat. When she looks closer at the
newly slain creatures, she notices that these snakes do not look
healthy. Their scales seem to covered in canker sores, with pus
oozing out of them. Their eye are misted with cataracts. They do
not look healthy.
Bor Ealis, Mogar and Albus too notice the state of the
creatures. The four of them notice that not only do these animals
look unhealthy, but alse the vegetation around the area seems to
be diseased. The leaves are almost wilted on the trees, and now
that they think about it the monkeys that they saw up in the
trees looked emaciated. The whole jungle looks unhealthy.
Despite these new insights into the state of the jungle,
Mogar chops of a piece of the snake to take with him. Albus
approves of his decision, he believes that there may be more to
learn from the area if samples are taken. Mogar on the other hand
recognises that the meat may contain substances that could be
used to poison enemies. Orma only knows that the only thing
snakes are to be used for is to be smashed.
The only member of the party who has not realised the
nature of the snakes is Bo Jingles, who has remained as far away

from the corpses as possible. Noticing this, Albus decides it is

time to test the mental fortitude of the tiefling. He calls to the
tiefling, Theres a snake on you!,
Bo Jingles turns around, looking frantically for this snake. He
does not see one, but he quickly decides that he is not going to
hang around to find out. He turns away from the party, and the
possible snakes, and runs headlong into the jungle.
Morgar turns to Albus and says, thanks, thanks allot Albus,
he hisses at the warlock, what the fuck was that for?. The over
members also look to Albus, wondering why he would do such a
thing.
Hes going to draw the attention of any other nasty, cankerous
snakes, Albus explains, not understanding why his actions might
be inappropriate.
Christ, Youre already turning on us, Mogar says in disbelief.
No, he is, he already left.
Hes part of us,
Meanwhile, Bo Jingles continue to panic, running deeper into
the forest. The fear of the snake exacerbating his already stressed
mind.
Continuing his escape from the source of his fear, Bo Jingles
runs further into the forest. Albus realises the fault in his plan to
use the bard as bait, in that the direction he has sent him running
is that of the ocean The wrong way. The warlock yells at the ever
diminishing figure, I was just kidding!,
Hearing this, Bo Jingles, returns back to the main group. You
son of a bitch, the tiefling yells at the half-elf.
Bor takes point and begins walking North, towards the
shipwreck. As he starts moving that way, he catch something out
of the corner of his eye, and he looks over to his right. There is a
tree, and poking its head out from behind it, he sees a strange,
snarling face. When the face notices that it is being watch it

quickly ducks it head back behind the tree. You there, Holt!, he
shouts. Hearing no response, he bravely charges the tree. Wait,
wait, wait, take it easy Albus yells frantically trying to stop Bor
Ealis from charging the tree. Dont tell him to wait Mogar says,
let him do whatever he wants, ok. Hes a goddamn paladin. Bor
Ealis believes that since they are in enemy lands so whatever he
sees must be a foe. The face was green with sharp teeth lineing
the inside of it mouth, and the it had been giving was weird and
unsettling. Bor Ealis runs straight at the tree that the creature was
hiding behind with his great ax drawn. He runs up to the tree with
his axe, once there he looks around but the creature is no longer
there. He glances upwards, hoping that the creature has hidden
itself within the trees branches, but he does not see anything.
Albus looks around too for the creature. As the half-elf looks, Bor
turns back to the party warning them that there was a green, ugly
non-human hiding behind the tree. Orma glares at Bor Ealis. It
was an ugly non-human, Bor Ealis says defensively, I didnt say
all non-humans were ugly, which they are, I was saying that this
non-human was ugly. The orc starts to have a low level growl in
the back of her throat. As Albus looks over at the tree, and he
starts to see brightness coming from below. He looks down and
notices that his crotch was on fire. Shocked at first, he quickly
determines that the fire is not burning. Hey tiefling, Albus says,
still not overly concerned with the flames emanating from his
crotch. Yeah, whats up, Bo Jingles responds casually, oh my
god, your dicks on fire.
Did you give me the crotch fires again
You better put it out, that looks terrible, the bard says, grinning
widely.
It you dont put the crotch fire out the snakes will come back for
you, Albus says warningly.
Itll put itself out in a minute, don't worry about it,
Everyone sees Albuss crotch on fire, they looks at him and
laugh, enjoying this moment of levity.

Bor Ealis, no longer able see the creature, decides it is time

to proceed cautiously. The party forms into a marching order.
Orma takes up the rear, Bo Jingles and Albus stand in the middle,
and Mogar and Bor Ealis take the lead. They begin their journey
into the jungle.
The party begins heading in the direction of the shipwreck.
Bor Ealis uses his great axe to chop through some of the
undergrowth that obstructs their path. As they walk, the group
slowly becomes hungry and thirsty. They take a moment to stop
and some of their rations.
I have snake meat if any one want it, I dont recommend it but I
have it Mogar waves the chunk of meat he cut off from the boa
Orma killed.
Ill take a bite Orma says. Mogar throws the meat over to her
saying hesitantly, Alright
Orma bites into the meat. It tastes sour and makes her
thirsty. After throwing the meat back to Mogar, to quench her
thirst the barbarian reaches for her wine skin. Having grown up
poor, Orma is not that picky about food. The party stares at the
wine skin enviously. The others had been given rations that the
ship's quartermaster was in charge of doling out. But Orma was
salt of the earth, and kind of attractive for a half orc, so the
quarter master took a liking to her and would give her extra
shares of alcohol and what else he was allowed to give.
They head north, Bor chops down vegetation with his axe
leading the way as the privates follow him, despite the fact that
he too is the same rank as them. Also, oblivious to the fact that
Mogar is walking directly beside him. They had landed on the
upper slopes of a mountain, the whole region was very
mountainous that was covered in the rainforest. They begin to
descend, eventually getting to a little valley.
Walking along a game trail. Albus hikes his robes up a little
bit to prevent them from snagging on the undergrowth.

They continue to travel north until they see the land begin to
rise again. The rainstorm has died down now, but the jungle floor
is still soggy. Orma catches some of the droplets on her hand
checking to see if the blight that is affecting the jungle, is also
messing with the water. She notes that the water itself does not
seem bad. Despite this, the quality of the surrounding vegetation
is still poor.
There is some sort of blight on this land, she says
We should collect samples, Albus remarks,
We should just get to the goddamn ship, and then to the cave
Mogar growls.
Lets get samples by the ship, Bor Ealis
Ok Albus
Well look for supplies, while you fuck off doing something
nobody cares about, Mogar adds.
As they discuss where the best place to get samples would
be, they hear a droning buzzing noise. Brrbrrrr. Bo Jingles, Orma
and Bor Ealis can tell that the drowning is coming from the right
of them, where the vegetation gets thicker. Mogar is looking to
the left and Albus is staring at some of the foliage wondering if he
should take a sample of them.
Bor Ealis makes frantic hand gestures towards the area.
Orma ignores him, because he is not the boss of them. What
does that mean, what are these gestures youre making right
now?, sarcastically Bo Jingles asks, are they telling us thats
where the fucking noise we all can hear is coming from
Weve been practising these, Bor Ealis says, adding. Im keeping
notes to let the sergeant know when we find him again.
The sergeants, unfortunately, fucking dead, Mogar says.
The party thinks back to the events prior to their landing in
the jungle. They were so freaked out they kind of had temporary

amnesia but what they remember now is that it was crazy. Once
the assault was about to start, a water spout jutted out of the
water and carried their ship up with it. Hurling it. The five of them
were clutching onto the balustrades and the maste. Most of the
people were hurled off as soon as the ship started tumbling. While
they were holding on, their officer of their platoon was a battle
mage names Grimaldy, he tried to save them, yelling I think I got
a plan, and just as he was saying that part of marst broke off and
impaled his leg. He screamed. Realising that he was not going to
make it he told them, i'm going to feather fall you guys and blast
you off the ship. Get to the city, find Kumion. He cast feather fall
and then thunder wave, pushing them off the ship. They did not
see what happened to him.
I'm taking notes for Maxamillion the 4th then Bor says
Are you actually making notes. On what Albus asks
Mental notes Bor Ealis says, tapping an index finger to his
temple.
Ok
They hear a buzzing, it is coming from off in the woods. Its
getting louder. The tiefling hides behind a tree, diving into the
pushes at the base of it. Orma boldly plunges forward in true
barbarian fashion. Bor Ealis follows behind her, using the half-orc
as a meat shield.
Albus, ignores the commotion being made by his fellow party
members, choosing instead to collect samples. He walks over to
the left of the game trail, away from the approaching noise, he
bends down and collects some of the blighted leaves from the
jungle floor.
Three creatures now appear out of the jungle, right nearby
the tree the tiefling had chosen to hide behind. The party sees the
creatures flying towards them on red batlike wings. Albus looks up
from gathering samples, and thinks to himself I wonder if they
speak deep.

The first creatures swoops forwards and attacks Bor Ealis by

wrapping its legs around the paladin and driving its proboscis into
his body. The second creature swoops down to attach Mogar, but
the dragon-born nimbly evades his attack. The final creature
quickly notices the bard hiding, it advance towards the tiefling.
Orma uses her Maul to attack the flying enemy that failed to
strike Mogar. Her weapon smahes threw the beast, reducing it into
an unrecognisable bundle of goo.
Bo Jingles casts bain on the winged creature heading
towards him. Hoping it will limit any possible damage to himself.
Mogar draws his long swords and attack the beast wrapped
around Bor Ealis. Mogar manages to squash it. It falls off of Bor
Ealis body. Its dead.
Remember that Bor Ealis, your welcome, Mogar says to his allie.
Oh yeah, paladins, Bor Ealis replies, raising a fist in solidarity.
Bor Ealis gets to his feet and survies the battle feild. He can
still hear a droning noise coming to the right of him along with
paniced sceams of a tiefling. He advances over to where the
sound are emanating from. Also taking the time to heal himself
from his recent injury.
Albus casts eldritch blast on the remaining enemy. His aim is
good, the bolt strikes the creature, dazing it. It quickly succumbs
to its injury and eventually dies. The half-elf walks over to the
recently slain foe and, taking out a knife he cuts off the creatures
probucus.
The battle now over, Orma takes a swig of wine from her
wine scin, also pooring some out for Gremaldy. Thinking it is safe
to assume he is dead.