We find ourselves at a four way stop in the lower levels of Starlaset’s tomb. Baddies to the right, straight ahead, and to the left. We could go back where we came from, but my skin is already half hanging off from the steam traps behind us. So…left it is. And what’s behind door number one? Six floating brains that are into synchronized, murder-dancing.

We engage the spiraling brain trust and take a bit of damage, but nothing we can’t handle. In short order, the squishy remains of our attackers lie on the floor. I wasn’t interested in picking through the goop for a few shins. I just wanted to get out of there. Luckily, Lemmywinks noticed something shiny in one of the brains during the fight, and decided to investigate.

With the highly improbable butter blade in hand, we start looking for a way out of the tomb. Straight ahead of us, the room with the cool light columns was no longer occupied by baddies. I confirmed this by stealthing into the room and loudly farting to indicate to the rest of the party that the area was indeed clear. At the end of an attached hallway is what appears to be an attached well. We can’t see anything below us, but I can see above us is the tomb room of Starlaset.

With the remaining charge in the magboots, I took a rope up to the chamber and anchored it to the tomb. The others followed up the rope, and we headed back up to the surface.

As we exited the tomb, we noticed a trail of dust extending about a mile away. Burris, fucking asshole. He stole our Anneen! Just as that realization set in, we were attacked by two thugs that were interested in our loot. Szafs immediately dropped one to the ground with one of her mental torture blasts. The other fella took a bit of damage from Jayven and decided to run away. Without warning, D’jon is writhing in pain, and holding his foot.

“What hit you”? I said

“Don’t know, but it hurt like hell” said D’jon

We could see “shifts” in the ground that didn’t look quite right. Some threw dirt on them to track them better. Some of us used our instinct. After some back and forth with these chameleons, we were finally able to slaughter them and head back to town.

Now we rest, and try to figure out who we have to stab with this butter knife.