The damn fish-monsters were not only keeping pace with the ship, but hurtling harpoons up at us with terrifying accuracy.
I winced as a harpoon sliced through one of my psychically manifested duplicates. The wince turned into a gasp as another harpoon embedded into my shoulder, wrenching me off the boat.
I cried out as I slammed into the rushing water. Within seconds a gigantic shadow descended above me, wings blocking out the mid-day sun.
I couldn’t hear what Felgolos was saying over the rushing water, but I understood his intentions. Mustering all my strength I reached out, grabbing onto one of the severed ropes that still hung from his body, the remains of our makeshift airship.
I was airlifted out of the water, and the merrow screamed in fury.
Sometimes we go for the subtle, sneaky approach, splitting the party and skipping almost entire dungeons.
Other times we go hard.
When you’re strapped to the underbelly of a dragon, flying over the ocean, and approaching a ship full of baddies, you go hard. Continue reading “D&D 5E “Storm King’s Thunder” Session 62 Recap”