Nasty Grub of Evil

…the opening doors heralded the onslaught of another dozen trolls, backed up by the Grub of Evil – a human headed, maggoty-looking thing with a poisonous stinger and the power of flight – and spells. The battle was savage – death touched both sides of the warring factions as TBA and the trolls fell in the melee of blades. Barada escaped the reaper for the moment, but the arrival of 6 ogre archers made it a near thing for a time till Mingus’ Mystic Lash stunned the grub and allowed it to be defeated. Malorn-Shoress ate some grub brain and revealed many of its secrets, including the news that the caravan goods were not present – having been sold off hours after the raid to others.
While nursing the fallen members back into some semblance of life – Mingus remarked upon the remote location and expressed interest in making the temple of Shar a thing of reality. The group listened politely and clamped their purses shut when donations were solicited. Guess Mingus will have to wait for that diamond pinky ring…
Having gathered experience and booty – Barada flew off to study bardliness for a year while the rest of the group returned to Waterdeep. Scraping the bottoms of the job market, the best they could do was a license to risk death on behalf of the Captains of Luskan. Off to the Spine of the World to track and punish whatever frost giants they happen across. It could be a cold journey…