#19 Winter's Tax

The party is split. Not of their own doing, but split none the less. Last session found the spellcasters Bloggah and Dremont in an undisclosed destination. Within the ancient cavern they fought an old-time roper. I haven't used one of those in decades. The roper used Bloggah as a rag doll for a bit. Dremont tried to cast a few spells, but finally used his hammer and smashed his was to victory. Just in time to save his limp, little buddy from the grave reapers. 

On the other intellectually challenged side of the party was Tarin and Columbo. These meatheads were bushwhacked by cultists of a rival demon. Yes, Columbo pledged an allegiance to a demon Ostun. Demons are not known for playing well with others. The cultists harassed with arrows and swords, but it was a well placed fireball that did them in. Columbo likes to carry flasks of oil on his person. Well those caught fire also. Tarin peed on him to reduce the damage. Yes, he peed on him. I think Columbo liked it. Then Tarin went down. Cultist whittled his snizzle. Columbo managed to endure all the damage and push back the remaining cultists. 

The spellcaster escaped with the help of 8' tall dwarf. One of those original dwarves. Jimmie, a name he took from a fallen adventurer who wasn't using it anymore. Jimmie showed them the way out, but asked they help him cross over into their world. They pink swore. Then found themselves in the Komor Forest in an area they knew.

The bloodied and burned meatheads tucked their tails and are returning to Scorn. Columbo has an idea for a torch condom he plans to sell to the world. 

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