[OC] A scene from our table /u/PM-me-your-happiness DnD: Roll for Initiative!

Mind flayers opened a portal over Phandalin! After a long, brutal campaign in Barovia, our heroes returned home, eager to rest in their newly restored manor in the small mining town of Phandalin. However, upon arriving, they found the town had turned… strange. The townsfolk were in a panic, with some sprouting tentacles, others growing black eyes in strange places. The heads of the statues erected in the town square, depicting our heroes, were now the living, gasping heads of fish. The heroes ran into an old friend, who caught them up to speed.

Meanwhile, on the outskirts of Phandalin, the remnants of another adventuring party desperately battled three mind flayers at the portal. They had already failed – they were trying to stop the portal from being opened. Now they would die for daring to stand against the rise of a new Illithid empire.

The party’s fighter fought desperately against the tentacles that wrapped around his face. As he began to make peace with the fact his brain would soon be violently extracted through the back of his head, an arrow flew past him and into one of the mind flayer’s beady eyes. As the fighter was released, he saw an elf ranger loading another arrow as she sprinted forward. A flash of lighting struck another flayer, brought down by an approaching tempest cleric with silver skin. As the thunderstruck Illithid began to charge, two thrown daggers sliced off two tentacles from the monster’s face, before reappearing in the sheathes of a tiefling rogue sliding beneath the creature. The two adventuring parties joined together to turn the tide on the mind flayers, forcing one to flee into portal while the other two perished.

After a short rest, the new party of heroes stepped into the portal and found themselves on the other side of the universe, beyond a lightless star.

Mind flayers opened a portal over Phandalin! After a long, brutal campaign in Barovia, our heroes returned home, eager to rest in their newly restored manor in the small mining town of Phandalin. However, upon arriving, they found the town had turned… strange. The townsfolk were in a panic, with some sprouting tentacles, others growing black eyes in strange places. The heads of the statues erected in the town square, depicting our heroes, were now the living, gasping heads of fish. The heroes ran into an old friend, who caught them up to speed.

Meanwhile, on the outskirts of Phandalin, the remnants of another adventuring party desperately battled three mind flayers at the portal. They had already failed – they were trying to stop the portal from being opened. Now they would die for daring to stand against the rise of a new Illithid empire.

The party’s fighter fought desperately against the tentacles that wrapped around his face. As he began to make peace with the fact his brain would soon be violently extracted through the back of his head, an arrow flew past him and into one of the mind flayer’s beady eyes. As the fighter was released, he saw an elf ranger loading another arrow as she sprinted forward. A flash of lighting struck another flayer, brought down by an approaching tempest cleric with silver skin. As the thunderstruck Illithid began to charge, two thrown daggers sliced off two tentacles from the monster’s face, before reappearing in the sheathes of a tiefling rogue sliding beneath the creature. The two adventuring parties joined together to turn the tide on the mind flayers, forcing one to flee into portal while the other two perished.

After a short rest, the new party of heroes stepped into the portal and found themselves on the other side of the universe, beyond a lightless star.