Black Slush

The party had been ambushed by a party of troll hunters in the polar wastelands, and they were taking serious damage. The male Troll Rippers were capable of literally tearing someone apart if they got their claws into them (as Sandru had learned, briefly), while their Troll Fury mate was using her magic to attack from a distance. Oh, and they seemed to be immune to fire and quickly regenerated, unless hit with acid.

Ice Hunters

The caravan had come across another of the strange black monoliths bearing the emblem of Sithhud planted in the bleak polar landscape. Based on past experience, they weren’t too surprised when a couple of dozen Frostfallen Zombies rose up from their burial places in the snow and attacked. Marie and Spivey had tried Channeling the power of Desna against the undead abominations, but something seemed to be inhibiting their connection to their goddess. One of the zombies seemed to be more regal somehow than the others, and when the Zombie Lord fell, the clerics felt their goddess’ presence return.