The party indulges in some dungeon retail therapy featuring indestructible jorts and gun-toting penguins, only to have their traumatic secret-sharing ritual interrupted by a dragon-riding bard performing a deadly David Bowie tribute set.

He-Rax discovers that the price of forbidden knowledge is exactly one eyeball, while a shapeshifting thief escapes with the most critical component of an ancient ritual: a wand that causes allergies.

Tuuki comes in like a wrecking ball to crush the competition on a giant model sun, but while the party is busy dropping wizards through floorboards and looting dresses, their allies are busy stealing the dragon eggs.

A gnome proves that with a street lantern, a few spare parts, and a complete disregard for warranties, you too can build your very own 15-foot-tall, poison-breathing best friend.

What begins as a simple rescue mission quickly devolves into a three-way brawl involving an angry wizard, a frog-man's prized eyeball collection, and the sudden arrival of a dozen one-eyed monsters who were not on the guest list.

The party battles magical guardians while being mercilessly roasted by a rhyming, long-dead wizard's self-portrait.

The party's brilliant plan to melt a treacherous ice floor reveals a much squishier, angrier, and more acidic problem waiting underneath.

After unleashing a devil that's been trapped for millennia, the party discovers its primary weaknesses are acid, holy vengeance, and a terminal allergy to spiritual bees.

An ancient, powerful ice devil discovers his one true joy in life is watching adventurers fall into a hole over and over again.

In which a paladin mourns the necessary but tragic slaughter of a particularly vibrant cerise shag carpet.