Travelling by night, our party of mid-level adventurers were passing through a mountain forest of tall dark pines that clustered thickly together. Snow was on the ground and there was no moon. The sky was clear and full of stars, looking down on our progress as we trudged over the crunchy whiteness.
Unfortunately, a Drow raiding party was also looking down on our progress. Perched high in the trees, they started taking pot-shots at us, laughing cruelly when their crossbows' sleeping poison sent our Fighter slumping to the ground right at the edge of a crevasse.
Our Rogue struggled to keep him from sliding over, cursing at the…Read more