Fear and Loathing in Zangarmarsh

We were somewhere around Telredor on the edge of the lake when the drugs began to take hold.

I remember saying something like, "I feel a bit lightheaded, maybe you should lead..."

Suddenly there was a terrible roar all around us and the sky was full of what it looked like huge spore bats, all swooping and screeching all around the mount... and a voice was screaming,

Duke yells: HOLY JESUS, WHAT ARE THESE GODDAMN ANIMALS?
[Party][Gonzo]: wat r u yellin about?
[Party][Duke]: nvm, its ur turn to lead

No point in mentioning these bats I thought. The poor bastard will see them soon enough.

We had two bags of felweed, seventy-five stalks of unidentified plant parts, five pieces of bog lord tendrils, a salt shaker half full of strange spores, a whole galaxy of multi-colored potions, elixirs, scrolls, jujus... Also a quart of noggenfoggers, a quart of nethergard bitter, a case of filtered draenic water, a pint of volatile healing potion and two dozen glowcaps. Not that we needed all that for the trip, but once you get into a serious packrat habit, the tendency is to push it as far as you can...

Only thing that really worried me was the rep grind. There is nothing in the world more helpless and irresponsible and depraved than a man in the depths of a rep grind. And I knew we'd get into that rotten stuff pretty soon.