The meeting ended with us travelling to the southeast to enlist the help of a nearby tribe of Elves. After some time on the road, we came across Marl. The small town was now just a shell, empty and burned out after the Iron Circle raids.
As we passed by, we were ambushed by large canine like humanoids. Gnolls. Bloody Gnolls. And that was the least of our troubles. From the well rose one of the most horrifying creatures I’ve ever laid eyes on! A giant floating eye with stalks sprouting from it that ended in more, smaller eyes. Naturally, fighting ensued.
After a bloody combat we all emerged alive, if not unscathed. And we continued past the dead town.