Tuesday, May 24, 2011
Five frost giants against the fire of the Sons of Nissian. They fell in turn just as a new combatant entered our arena of combat; a giant mind flayer with a head that of an octopus, which is to say it had eight writhing tentacles around its maw (mushmouth). It descended fiercely upon its flying dire elephant. The second wave was vastly more prepared for our approach and thus forced us to reevaluate our combat stance. We were not expecting a mind flayer. It was agreed; we teleported back to our lair to prepare for our next assault tomorrow night; we would be prepared for the mind flayer.
We begin next session Tuesday morning.