gaming was rough. Fil got engulfed by a shambling mound and went unconscious. we were making death saves, folks. luckily, his friends had plans. he got enough hit points to save out of being engulfed thanks to a mass healing word, then got a level 3 cure wounds on top of it. but by the end of the very stressful emotional roller coaster of a battle, Granny Nightshade was dead…ish, and Fil was standing, barely. after the danger had passed, he sank to his knees and laughed hysterically. with her dead, there was no reason for them to have stolen her quill. he’s keeping it anyway. who knows when you’ll need a magic quill?

anyway, here’s an exhausted post-battle Fil, a second before laughing.