A good day to die. Twice.

After 4 days of mind-numbing walking watching Tuath pick our way through the forest, I was beginning to think I was never going to fight anything again.
 
But it turned out it was a good day to die. Twice. But, I got better.
 
We found the logging camp deserted. Something had completely torn the place apart. As carefully as we tried to be, my comrade Oz managed to wake up an Ankheg who came sprouting out of the bloody ground. And in a bad mood to boot. Finally! Some action!
 
I was too far for the battle axe so I threw the hand axes and landed two solid hits. Got the bastard’s attention, that’s for sure. He let loose with an acid attack that got my attention in return. But we soon dispatched the first one – about the time that Oz tripped over himself and summoned a SECOND one. And that one took me out with a second attack. If not for Baldric, I’d have been done for. So I was back in the fight when a third beast popped up.
 
Where do these damned things come from???
 
I waded back in and pretty soon we finished off #3. Tried to be real quiet for a while after that, to be sure. Once quite we broke off to heal up and … Holy hell what is that ranger doing?? Carving up bits of the beasts to do… what?? Oy.
 
In the morning we went back into the camp and sniffed around some more. Whole lotta nothing until we opened up the main house and another Ankheg popped in for a cup of tea and a scone. He won’t be making that mistake again.
 
We found the brother holed up in the office of the main house. Terrified and happy to see us. Told us the whole story of the camp getting attacked. So we unloaded the provisions, got him to sign for delivery, and headed back to collect the 100 gold. Good trip.