[IC] Chapter 2-5: You're whirling 'round...

[DM Surranó]

OOC - We may have split brain or Toot is still debating the water elemental's fate while facing the ants... I'm fine either way but assuming the latter for sake of continuity

Shanna nods slowly, then repeats the nod three times in fast succession.
"That's actually feasible," she muses, "if the elemental perceived time as brief and we perceived it as much longer."

Meanwhile in Axe-land...

Lugar chops at the mushrooms without any significant effort. The thin mithril blade designed to sever drow or dwarven bodyparts, part flesh and shatter bone alike, doesn't prove to be the ideal tool for cut a wedge into more fibrous material. It gets stuck upon each and every strike, but with significant effort and an unorthodox style that resembles more of cleaving chunks of meat rather than splintering wood, Lugar actually manages to fell one giant mushroom that crumbles to pieces as it hits other mushrooms, and a rain of pieces from hats of other mushrooms also pour down on the party and the ants. Luckily, nobody is hurt and while the ants hold their ranks, the way to the inner ring seems to be within reach, maybe needing half an hour of chopping, and even that can be cut in half by deploying two hefty axes.

OOC - assuming the party will proceed this way

... as time passes, the ants leave with half of their booty, and the new path to the inner ring is now open. Apart from myconide debris covering the ground, It seems to be a safe passage.

OOC - marking on roll20 soon.