I was just an innocent raccoon when I was taken. Not I’m a magically altered experiment.
On a journey to a once thriving pillar of civilization, now a dry set of ruins.
Following some groups of cult pilgrims (and fellow adventurers) for weeks to the ruins we end up crossing a long bridge high in the mountains that leads across to a wide mesa.
Blocking our way at the end of the bridge was a large pile of rock, that wasn’t all rock. One of our companions (a flying demonish sorcerer) landed on top to attach a rope to help others climb over.
However, a rock that was not a rock stood up and babbled something and attacked many of the group.
The sorcerer bloodied retreated and we all attacked the rockish troll like creature, defeating it.
We all survive to continue our exploration of the ancient ruins.
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Thank you so much!
I’ll remind you at the start of the next session, but Rock-It finds a small, translucent-blue stone that he’s pretty sure has some sort of magic about it
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