... 2 weeks later, Rutile is - in fact - king of a fey city.
Now they just need to deal with the politics, the hag, the items lost/stolen... And everything else in store for them. 😈

I'd look at the 2nd option as the more likely. :(

Dick?

They may be many, but I am the righteous vengeance of every house-spouse embodied and empowered with the holy blessings of Dawn and Clorox. None shall stand before me and prevail!

Having segregated off the advancement point and surrounded it with obstacles (salt and soap), I have scrubbed every other surface twice over and will go back again after work is completed to do a bleach-sanitize of my entire kitchen. I am taking no prisoners, asking no names, leaving no survivors...

Update : the invaders have consolidated their hold around the "tribute" (poison) left for them. The horde grew considerably to gather up the precious resource and has begun to taper off with a few hapless scouts staggering drunkenly along as though they can no longer follow the army back to base.

Sounds like a rough arc.

... which is at the bottom of a lake. Since swimming isn't on the agenda, instead she offered him a stone to skip on the lake. And some unholy maybe-water entity took her hand.

So we'll definitely be rolling initiative to start the next game. But we haven't died yet. Technically. {2/2}

But really, I don't care if you have an electric fence or how well trained your dog is. Don't let them out into an open yard unattended.