Discretion is the better part of valor, and getting the hell out of dodge is sometimes the right answer.

The battle and Kaylan rage on both leaving devastation in their wake. Clay gets the food bowl treatment, Rhute plays whack a mole, and Kaylan really explores the further reaches of Draconic with the poem:

"Falchek, why don't you suck on this wyrm?"

The battle rages on as the Doomslayers unleash righteous hell on the black dragon of the swamp. Let's see if they can keep up the momentum

The terrain is twisted, the insects are angry, and Kaylan's crystal has a bad time trying help. The dice are angry at Rhute for some reason tonight

The Doomslayers trek through the swamp heading towards the dragon within. After a brief conversation with Father, Rhute decides to talk to the trees a bit more directly and things get Hot and Dirty

They're off to see the dragon, the most terrible beast called Basdubh. To whatever, wherever a dragon does because, because, because, because, because! Follow the Swolebold down in the swamps leading his new group

The best way to a community's heart is through unmitigated violence. Nothing says "We come in peace to show you all the evil in front of you" like arterial spray and two smoking pistols. Peace at any cost

The sinister banality of it all. The definitely-not-a-cult town with its normal, definitely-not-a-cult leader sit down to a heart to heart with our Doomslayers. Scarlette said it best about their normal group with "and this lizard man looking fucker next to me with his face wrapped in bandages, yeah we're awkward"

Our heroes have to strike camp in the swamp leading up to the confrontation with Father. Rhute becomes a bug spray and Clay creates an intricate alarm system that even catches mosquitoes.

Things get a little heavy as what were probably meant to be comedic relief NPCs get the hard emotion story connection. The Doomslayers and their players unite in their dedication to destroy the greatest villain they've never met