This week we rob a hag blind, fight a giant can of cranberry sauce, and get caught up in a salientian coup. Or is it caecilian soup?
How I yearn for the normalcy of the crazy, convoluted, and cantankerous carnival.
When last we left our heroes, we wandered around a bullywug village, where we traded little bits of our soul for trivial magic items. Then we got impatient and made a beeline for the hag at the center of this swamp. Skulking around inside her hut, we stumbled in on our batrachian host right in the middle of her afternoon tea. How rude!
But the hag, the odiously named Bavlorna Blightstraw, seemed neither perturbed, surprised, or even interested in seeing us. With all the mandatory hospitality of the Fey, she welcomed us to her home and politely asked why we were bothering her. Her luncheon companion, an even more…
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