Welcome to an episode of adventure where the combat continues over from when last we met. Things continue to heat up in the Gostel Mage Tower as the invading Drow and Lunar elves attempt to gain the upper hand. But there's one things they haven't taken into account- setting everything on fire does not scare THESE heroes. But Esmeralda encounters one of the death cult lunar elves in person, and things take a turn for the gross.

The jig is up at the mage school of Gostel. The lunar elf body is hitting the floor, Esmeralda is once again steered by a no-nonsense Sarah, and it's time for some lying NPCs to get their asses handed to them. Magic is everywhere and blood shall be shed. But ladies and gentlemen, inquisitive listeners, what in the ever-loving hell is a mosquito coil?

The crew has had enough of whatever nonsense the Gostel Mage College is serving up in their pretentious waiting rooms. While half the crew rallies the students, the other decides to raid the tower floor by floor. Sadly no Sarah this week, but fear not for she shall return!

After a brief tour through Twee's PTSD, our heroes arrive at Gostel, the second mage college that a strange cult is attempting to indoctrinate. Poor Bodhi is subjected to some extremely boring waiting around, and it only increases the chance of some major smashy smash. And a brief apology for the shorter episode- we wanted to record 3 in one night before Dan and Brian had to go on some long trips! We hope you enjoy the silly bonus nonsense at the end of the episode.

Hello there, fine listener. Did you know that approacheth, an old but for reals word, is not recognized by spellcheck? Anyhoo, the opening gambit appears to have been a moderate success, as the creepy terrible inside out things scatter and the spire remains unopened. But oh, there are opportunistic creatures looking to pounce on the weakened Tinnat. And Blaine tells a moon god joke while other people are talking and it is so cheesy that if you listen to every word it will actually kill you.

In addition to attempting to thwart a ritual at the base of the spire, our heroes face a huge swarm of those gross-looking inside out monstrosities. We're talking monstrosities that grab you, trap you in their ribcage like a venus flytrap, then try to run away with you while you kicking your legs in the air. Why Dan, why? And it looks like Twee may need a new plan, as he's feeling a little too emo to unleash his arcane nature. Will this be the final encounter already??

Why is everything in this world so gross? There's no easy answer as the party continues to carve its way through the magical school of Roke to find survivors. And they do find some, though Twee continues to be haunted by his arcane trigger finger. Will the crew figure out what the hell is going on with the new tower that has sprung up from the ground? That might take a while. In the meantime they will at the very least make some NPCs very uncomfortable with their choices.

The battle for the courtyard of Roke has intensified with more eldritch horror! Our heroes hope to search for survivors, but first elven bard Twee is tasked with escorting one young man to the poorly boarded up alley entrance that he apparently wiggled through by mistake. Luckily everyone is very powerful, so nothing could possibly go wrong.

Our heroes are up to their ears in a melee in the courtyard of Roke, and Dan brought a grid map to draw on! With a marker! What could possibly go wrong?!? Turns out several things. Luckily Esmeralda knows the lay of the land, because the area is filling up with skittering monsters that may or may not have been students of the magic college at some point. Listen and see if one of our players dies!

Hail and well met! Our heroes may not have stopped an assassination, and they may have melted the face of someone in the royal guard, but they can probably get out of this sticky pickle, right? This episode has everything from creepy monsters, to interrogations, to good old fashioned looting. Oh, and some really close dice rolls that the lousy DM just won't let slide.