Jungle Fever

Gammon reporting from the front. It has been a long time since I last writ in the annals, and there is much to tell. The predictions surrounding Iron Hens demise came true. He drank deep of a lightning bolt and left naught but a bluddy stump behind for his mates to lament. Ibella likewise met an untimely demise, at the claws of an unstuffed crab.

Lovejoy proved to be a misnomer as he proceeded to lay ruin to a local brothel, getting the Gavrillo platoon drawn up on charges and drawn onto wanted posters around town. We hastily retreated to the jungle in order to further our mission and avoid prosecution.

Now we are deep in the jungle perhaps even in another plane altogether. Befriended by a treant and surrounded by fiendish gnolls. The Red Wizards are here with some ninja assassins to boot. So needless to say our lives are interesting, if not long.

Perhaps this weekend will shed some light on our futures, if not at least I have caught us up to the present in the annals. Be well and pray to Gaea for us.