“Then they duck as rocks fly through the air, knocking out the torches that light the room, followed by the other torches across the room, as the apes put the lights out.”
“They cut the power.”
“What do you mean they cut the power? They’re animals, man!”
One thing that I’ve sort of house-ruled is allowing Corvin to continue to adventure, albeit in a limited capacity, even though he now needs a month’s bed rest. If the party used henchmen I’d have suggested he played one of them instead, but since they have none I’ve allowed his player to at least take part in some way. Otherwise he’d be very bored.
At the moment I’m letting him play it as he wishes, although he can’t speak. I’m waiting for an opportunity to tempt him with something edible or gold that will kindle his dragon-lust.
It was a bloodbath. Now they are off to track down the Hill Giant Chief (the old G1 module): let’s see how a party of level 5/6 characters deal with a bunch of giants