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| Oni. Dead. Definitely also had a glaive. |
Just then the kraken slammed into the forest below
and exploded open on the trees. A whole bunch of people seemed to vanish upon impact, reducing the party drastically: the only ones not warped to the desert dimension are Dr Sleaze, hulking Ulrich, and Droog.
As the sky turned black with smoke, King Aelfric urged them on, leading the way to his River Keep. It was the perfect place to take shelter from a volcano, he said.
However, when they went inside the River Keep, they found it haunted by an Oni, a ghost that took many forms and wielded a terrible glaive. The party noticed one weakness in the terrible specter — it was desperate for culture. Capitalizing on the ghost's need, Droog and Ulrich performed a two-man play which captivated the Oni's attention. Dr Sleaze, of course, provided the soundtrack on his rock, while also sneaking behind the monster and slamming it in the back of the head.
As the sky turned black with smoke, King Aelfric urged them on, leading the way to his River Keep. It was the perfect place to take shelter from a volcano, he said.
However, when they went inside the River Keep, they found it haunted by an Oni, a ghost that took many forms and wielded a terrible glaive. The party noticed one weakness in the terrible specter — it was desperate for culture. Capitalizing on the ghost's need, Droog and Ulrich performed a two-man play which captivated the Oni's attention. Dr Sleaze, of course, provided the soundtrack on his rock, while also sneaking behind the monster and slamming it in the back of the head.
Deciding the play had run its course, Ulrich and Droog also attacked, and together they were victorious. Droog swiped the glaive. They took a rest.
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