Okay, I think my hand is better now. …Nope, still stings.
So we fought the evil devil guy and faceless monster things (well, I didn’t; the others pretty much blasted everyone to bits and I just shot arrows in the air like a doofus) and he has the nerve to run away! Or explode, because he disappeared in a small fiery explosion. I didn’t explode him either, so I’m guessing he ran away. Kind of a shame, I wanted him to meet Mittens. He didn’t really get much to stab lately.
We keep on walking for a bit still wanting to get out of this dumb forest when we meet this other dragonborn (who’s NOT a stick-in-the-mud; weird) who’s a sorceror (also weird) trying to fix the forest from being on fire. He wanted us to get some mushrooms in a nearby cave for some more of that cooling draught stuff. Shava was super excited to try to stop the fire, so we go to the caves!
Once we’re in, we hear this really annoying screechy sound nearby, so Shava and I go invest-ur-igate. It musta been louder than I thought, because I couldn’t hear myselves think afterwhile (which is kinda nice but scary at the same time). So… we go pick mushrooms! Mushrooms, mushrooms, mushy-mushy mushrooms~ I thought it was for a soup or something, since we had mushroom soup from Mr. DragonMage. It was really good soup.
We got jumped by some mushroom-men! I didn’t even hear ‘em coming (but then again I still couldn’t hear stuffs for awhile after that, so I blame magics). Shava saw ’em though, so she blasted them with some icy-magic stuff and froze ’em in place while everyone else smashed ’em to pieces. I wonder if mushroom soup is good with ice? Yuck, probably not.
Rather than chase the mush-men back in their dark hidey-hole, we returned back to Mr. DragonMage and gave him his mushrooms. He didn’t make soup and led us to this big altar-foresty place nearby for a ritual to stop the fire, or at least on a pretty dryad lady and her saplings. Shava and Breora were the only ones really familiar with magic stuff, so they did what they could to help him.
Something musta gone wrong, because suddenly there was an earthquake! It was really bad, and the dryad lady started screaming bloody murder and to save her babies, which were on the other side of a gorge that kinda just appeared (because earthquakes suck). Rhakesh, Kathra and I jumped into action to save the saplings and dunk ‘em into a pool of water (it’s not as bad as it sounds) while Shava and Breora got trapped in a big forcecage where the ritual was being done.
Saving the saplings wasn’t that bad, just really scary (SO MUCH FIRE, CAN YOU NOT) and we managed to get them to the pool of water. The ritual musta burned up the dryad lady too much and she kinda…. died in the pool of water while her saplings were playing about in it. Well… it was what she wanted, but it was kinda sad in a way. Like how you hunt down something and see their kids look back at you. Except laughing instead of crying? Maybe it’s a dryad thing.
We climbed the trees that made up the forcecage and hopped in to help out the elves. They were getting slapped around by some big vines that were wrapped around the tree, but they looked pretty good. Especially after I got slapped REALLY HARD by one of those things. They really hurt, but Rhakesh hated those things a lot more than I did. He started foaming at the mouth after getting slapped for the third time. I really don’t wanna make him mad now; but Esme got a kick out of it.
It took awhile, but we managed to pull the vines off of the trees so they couldn’t hit anything anymore, and somehow it broke the forcecage thing. But Mr. DragonMage fell down a hole and needed some help getting back up.
Owowowow hand-cramp again. I thought it was better… you lied to me, hand! I’ll write again in a bit.