Another bug hunt. As we close in on our quarry, confident in our hunting prowess, it seems the trip into the long grass was a ruse all along, for while we have trouble seeing them they seem to be able to sense us with little difficulty, and launch their own ambush. The vicious little sods start of by spitting poison soaked stingers, them move in for melee, lashing out with such ferocity and abandon that they lacerate anything close to them.
The ensuing battle was an unpleasant introduction to the species for my friends, and while we emerged battered but victorious, things go from bad to worse as our post combat rest is interrupted by two huge swarms of spiders. These also pose a problem as the are had to kill with weapons, but between us we work out strategies that manage to disperse the swarms. We rest again, and finally get a good nights sleep.
The next day we send out our elven scout to see the lay of the land, and discover a large mound encircled with rotting carcasses and other signs of insect life. Despite a full scan we discover only one way in. Failing to conjour up some elaborate plan, we decide on a frontal assault. We head in, and take out 3 of the 4 guards just inside the entrance. 1 runs off, and we follow, eager to avoid the return of reinforcements.
We head deep into the labarinth of tunnels, finding many discarded husks but no eggs, and eventually find and dispatch the fleeing insect. Moving on we stumble into the main chamber, and a vicious pitched battle ensues between us and a massive Kruthik, as well as some medium sized ones and a few babies. Being sorely pressed we unleash our full might, winning the day but killing the young in the process. Luckily we find a few cocoons of some very young undergoing their first metamorphosis and so we quickly cage those and head out of the hive, ready for the trek back to the riverbank.
We will never look at anthills the same way again.
“Excerpt from the Diary of a Goliath”