Ragnarr: Well... Thanks, Pelor

I believe I've said before that the gods work in mysterious ways. Aye. We're on to this again.

So I tried my plan. I sort of tried my plan. Alright, I made a bloody mess of my plan, sort of.

I think I meant to loudly convince the others that I was going to cast a portal to retreat. Except that... well, it could be that my source of courage messed me up a whee bit, and the next thing I know I'm blabbering something about teleporting behind the aboleth, which is of course going to just get us attack where we are. But, at that point, I figured what the hell, we might as well try this. The worse case I could figure is that the aboleth would send it's servants up to us, in which case we're at least fighting them in an inky blackness when we've already got a shield wall put together and a place we can defend.

Which is, in a way, kind of what happened. Hrogar, in a rash attempt at bravery, tried to offer them 10 minutes to surrender. But he got bitten by a big shark. Then some other things happened all at once, and the next thing I know I'm being treated like some kind of damn elven magical girl by tentacles, and my plan of calling in divine reinforcements was pretty much up.

Except that, here's the thing. The aboleth, as far as we could tell, had put together his defenses based on whatever he had lying around. That shark? That was their main lug in front, their version of a stack of paladins. And it ended up in the ink with us, unable to see much, really, and having the shite smacked out of it by the divine hand of Pelor.

Not only that, but the dumb bastards had made a wall of force between the shark and it's two spellcasters and everyone else. With the shark in the dark, the paladins did their thing, and half of their bloody force was gone before the other half of the bastards could do a damn thing.

From there, things really went pretty smoothly, as these things go. Arcadius exploded in some sort of rabid brain rape beam, but everyone's brain arses stayed clenched plenty tight. Hrogarr had some bastard try to rip out his soul, and spent a wee bit of time as a horrid blob of agonized flesh. (And I might have, ahem, fixed his blindness so that he could see the horror he had become, and his hearing so he could listen to his own screams of agony. It was a accident! I swear, Pelor!) But as these things go with this bunch, that's really fairly on par. Fairly good, even.

And that's the second Aboleth that's gone rather well, all things considered.

Either the boys are getting the hang of this, or the gods are out of better plans and are making damn sure we can't screw this up.