So we were in the basement with plant monster guts dripping from the ceiling. Not feeling like standing around, Kali went kicking doors down. Long hallway to a room full of trash. Little buddy jumped in the trash. He loves trash. Kicked another door in and found some stairs when Kali heard Firfus calling for him. Went back to plant room where there was a huge chest in a closet. Little buddy checked for traps, and Kali opened the chest with the new ogre hook. Jack-freakin-pot. New toys! Killer battle axe and a hand axe. Firfus said they were both magic, so the must be. Kali now have weapons slung all over him. A walking armory. “Come get some!” Lots of other loot that the krewe divied up. They put the rest in Kali’s bag of holding for later sale. Kali not to put sharp things in the bag. Firfus said that would break it. We went back to the stairs that Kali found. Up the stairs and into a kitchen. Not many things make Kali sick, but little buddy started flinging nasty s$&^ around and started eating it. Kali barfed like a champ. Others barfed too. Wiping breakfast from Kali’s mouth, Kali hear shouting and footsteps from behind. “Game on!” Leading the charge was the biggest, baddest mutant thug you ever saw. It swung a hook not unlike Kali’s and had a second head. Kali not about to let this dude in the room. It filled the door. A long struggle ensued. Both Kali and two-headed thug bleeding like stuck pigs. “You won’t pass!” It didn’t. There were these rat monsters right behind two-head. They clawed through the wall and crashed into the room. The smaller thug that we let go earlier (bad idea) came in from another door. The krewe handled the rats and other thug. Kali stayed toe to toe at the door. Trading clobber for clobber. We won. Kali in the worst shape since fighting the manticore in the gladiator ring (the other gladiators died). Chugged a healing potion and gladly accepted healing from Waffle.