We were surrounded by fog, the tops of evergreens desperately reached out of the waters of the Flooded Forest. A ghostly form approached over the water. He gave some advice, and banished the mist. His essence dispersed just before they arose.
The undead rose from the waters, and began their shamble. The gnome leapt towards the nearest with his accusatory war cry of "EVILLL!!!" Hawk and I loaded torpedoes into the launch tubes. The casters used water walking upon themselves, and charged into battle. The torpedoes launched and decimated two of the three main groups of Rotters. I prepared a third for launch, and Hawk balanced atop the croc's back to throw his boomerang. The third torpedo wiped out the remaining group of shamblers, and I joined hawk top side to pick off any stragglers.
This battle could have gone a lot worse. Had we been caught without previously unfathomed transportation and weaponry, we may have been overwhelmed. The gnome surprised us all by being able to fight so well while treading water. And the cleric’s spell must have failed her because Suri had to dive in after her. When we were all safely aboard, several of them were soaked to the bone. We would have to land, to dry them out by a fire.
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