That's 12 damage not 312 lol

Faelan: Oh right, sorry I missed that. All good. :)

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Faelan fights and fairy flutters, and though Navi manages to shake off some of the caked clay, she and Faelan remain stuck. Flynn however manages to wriggle his way out of all the dried vomit at once, as the mephit he whispered sweet nothings to just crumbles at his words.

The two mephitis that Zeg stroked with a moonbeam, and the one that Flynn whispered to death splat into the marsh, creating large bubbles of mud that pop and splatter all over the two.

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Mephits D/E/I Death Burst:
Zeg please make two more DC 11 DEX saves.
Flynn please make one more DC 11 DEX save.

There seems to be no end to the amount of mud these vile critters can hoick up, and five of them again spew brown sludge all over the party. Those that can't manage to blow chunks instead resort to smacking their visitors with filthy fists, trying to beat them down into the gooey ground where they can be subsumed. Navi dodges, but Faelan cops a couple of smacks, and poor Flynn is almost concussed with one hefty thump...

Mephit A: Mud Breath Recharge. Mud Breath v Navi. Navi: please make one DC 11 DEX save
Mephit B: Fists (ad) v Navi: miss
Mephit C: Fists v Flynn: 23 Crit Hit. 13 bludgeoning damage
Mephit F: Mud Breath Recharge. Mud Breath v Zeg. Zeg: please make one DC 11 DEX save
Mephit G: Mud Breath Recharge. Mud Breath v Flynn
Mephit H: Mud Breath Recharge. Mud Breath v Flynn Flynn: please make two DC 11 DEX saves
Mephit J: Fists (ad) v Faelan: 17 hit. 3 bludgeoning damage
Mephit K: Mud Breath Recharge. Mud Breath v Faelan. Faelan: please make one DC 11 DEX save
Mephit L: Fists (ad) v Faelan: 16 hit. 6 bludgeoning damage

Faelan: your Round 2 action please. Then at end of turn you have the following DC 11 DEX saves to attempt:
- one vs the Round 1 Mud Breath from Mephit K
- one if your save failed against the Round 2 Mud Breath from Mephit K.

Navi: your Round 3 action please. Then at end of turn you have the following DC 11 DEX saves to attempt:
- one vs the Round 1 Mud Breath from Mephit A
- one if your save failed against the Round 2 Mud Breath from Mephit A.

Zeg: your Round 3 action please. Then at end of turn you have the following DC 11 DEX saves to attempt:
- two vs the Round 1 Mud Breath from Mephit E and Mephit F
- up to two more if any of your saves failed against the Death Burst of Mephit D and Mephit E
- one more if your save failed against the Round 2 Mud Breath from Mephit F.

Flynn: your Round 3 action please. Then at end of turn you have the following DC 11 DEX saves to attempt:
- one if your save failed against the Death Burst of Mephit I
- up to two more if any of your saves failed against the Round 2 Mud Breath of Mephit G and Mephit H.

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Side note: I just discovered that I can create and run encounters within the campaign page itself, which allows me to make creature rolls in the game log, which I've done for this round. Some rolls didn't show up, but I've figured out now how to broadcast them to everyone by default.

Out of 9 mephits, five of them managed to roll a 6 on their mud breath recharge. Five 6s in 9 rolls... what a shame I wasn't rolling character stats.

Falean is not able to get himself out of the mud, literally. "Oh brother... Come here ya slimy things."

Scimitar Attack1: 13 Damage: 6 (+1 if it hits)

Scimitar Attack2 (BA): 17 Damage: 7 (+1 if it hits a different target)

Faelan DEX Save: 24

Faelan DEX Save Mud Breath: 21)

DEX Save: 21 (If the above fails)

Navi’s eyes narrow. She was not amused. They almost knocked out Hot Daddy! “That’s it.” She tries to throw her arms down at her side. The metaphorical gloves were coming off. “Nobody beats on my baby daddies!” The little fairy flutters her wings as hard as she can to break out of her muddy chains. “Ooo you’ve made me mad.” She flutters and flutters as if spinning in place, trying to roll up her muddy sleeves. It was time she saw red. She holds her hands up the best she can, and flames erupt from her palms.

Dex Save R2: 20 or 10 if DA on saves

Target: As many as she can in her cone
Casting: Burning Hands Dex DC 13 for half fire damage: 13

End of Turn Dex Save(s): 19 or 11 if DA on saves
End of Turn Dex Save 2 if needed: 16 or 8 if DA on save

Dex save 1 8

Save 2 6

Save 3 9

Flynn turns his head and starts speaking more gibberish at a mephit

Vicious mockery. Wis save of 13 or 2 damage and disadvantage on attack next turn

(I overlooked that the restrained condition imposes disadvantage on DEX saves. Thanks @ixi for noticing. We'll continue with normal rolling for this round.)

Faelan finds himself uninhibited, and lashes out more expertly now with both scimitars. He smites one mephit down, and wounds another, with each crying out in both physical and mental agony. The fallen mephits tumbles into the mud, then promptly explodes in death, splattering mud again over Faelan.

Faelan: one DEX save for the Death Burst please. (straight roll for now)

Navi's sheet of flame erupts out, but to her delight and surprise, the fire is not simply red, but contains streaks of orange and yellow flame, and even blue, green, and purple flame, in distinct repeating bands... perhaps it is a unique effect of the Feywild. Three mephits are caught in the spell; two manage to avoid the worst of it, while one bubbles and boils, then splats into the mud, exploding like the others did.

Navi: one DEX save for the Death Burst please. (straight roll for now)

(I'll wait for Zeg's action before narrating Flynn's turn)

Zeg please make two more DC 11 DEX saves. - 3 & 11

Mephit F: Mud Breath Recharge. Mud Breath v Zeg. Zeg: please make one DC 11 DEX save 13

Zeg: your Round 3 action please. Then at end of turn you have the following DC 11 DEX saves to attempt:
- two vs the Round 1 Mud Breath from Mephit E and Mephit F - 16 & 5
- up to two more if any of your saves failed against the Death Burst of Mephit D and Mephit E - 7 & 8 - not sure what I have passed and what I haven't
- one more if your save failed against the Round 2 Mud Breath from Mephit F. 20 - again, don't know if this roll is needed or not.

Zeg maintains his concentration on the Moonbeam as he gets splatter with more mud than he know what to do with.  Its in his feathers and and clothing and he's pretty certain he is stuck where he is.

Attack/Save: CON 13 

Damage 13 radiant (see game log)

Navi Death Burst ST: 16 

(Editing to force the roll. Apologies in advance if it states I manipulated!) 

Faelan DEX Save: 10

Somehow through the never-ending gouts of mud, Zeg manages to angle the moonbeam to illuminate not only the remaining mephit in front of the owlin, but the two accosting Navi. The exertion is too much for the three wicked elementals, and each crumble to the dust, with yet more mud exploding from their corpses. Flynn issues yet another verbal tirade, and it seems this is the last straw, for the mephit and its remaining three cronies decide to cut their losses and flee. All four sink back into the marshy ground, and with only a few ripples to mark their passing, they are gone.

Mud. Mud. Mud. Both wet and dry, but all with the heavy smell of decay mixed with the noxious odor of bad eggs. Faelan alone remains free to move, and is able to help the others to shake off the remaining filth. But even then the residual grime coating the entire party makes them appear like mud monsters themselves, and there isn't a clear pool of water in sight to wash in. Looking at each other, mud-covered and standing in a marsh... this certainly doesn't match the Prismeer advertised at the Witchlight Carnival.

The caged fairy dragon was impotent to help in the fray, despite being affected herself, but apparently observed the whole ordeal. That was some impressive magic. Thank you all, she says to all the group, and then addressing Navi she adds: I sense your powers come from a deity. Whom do you worship? I myself am a devotee of several gods from different worlds, all of whom uphold Truth as their reigning virtue.

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(Thanks all for your patience with that combat. I hope the copious rolls weren't too onerous. I forgot how irritating those mud mephits can be.)

"Moophan groobrhd habazeeb ah zah?"

Navi hears.  Need to get cleaned up. And I am nearly spent so rest might be in order if we can find any place

Navi would inspect the egg for any cracks, the best she can in the muddy aftermath, and mend any rips or tears in the blanket she’s using as a carrier. She’d also bloom some flowers to braid some matching crowns for her and the egg.

”I’m still practically fresh as a daisy!” The little mud ball of a fairy states as she adorns her crown. “I may not have the mighty sneeze left in the tank, but I got plenty of gas!” She flexes. The ripples and mud bubble pops weren’t her. This time.

When their little dragon friend would speak up, Navi would beam from her praise. “Oh!” She tries her best to show her Holy Symbol, only for her to keep smearing mud around. “Celestian, god of stars and wanderers.” Her smile was a bit sheepish. “I was the light that’d guide the way for the lost.”

Oh dear. I am sorry, but I still cannot understand you. I do hope that wears off soon. Mercion apologises as she realises she asked a question of the fairy who is still under the effects of the marsh gas. Flynn on the other hand can still converse normally with Navi and understand her reply. The faerie dragon bows its head toward Navi, then again to the rest of the group. Thank you again everyone for your protection. I am sorry to burden you. Let us depart for this hill of which has been spoken.

Shaking off as much of the mud as possible, the group continues on their way. The damp ground, gnarled trees, mist and low scrub continues for another hour or so, during which time the effect of the marsh gas wears off and both Flynn and Navi are able to converse again. Mercion repeats her question to Navi and receives the answer given, to which she replies: A guide for the lost... we could certainly use that. Well then, on your behalf I praise this Celestian also, and pray we will find our way. 

Soon the ground begins to rise in a gentle upward slope, and the soft marshy ground is replaced with a damp, downy, blanket of silvery-green moss, and the scraggy trees with graceful willows. The ground continues to rise and the trees become more numerous, until the group find themselves following what appears to be a wide game trail climbing the slope, with soft whispering from the gently swaying willows (although no breeze can be felt, not does the thick fog lessen). Certainly this seems to be the first sign of anything like a hill that the travelers have encountered so far.

As the group climbs the trees become more dense, the trail narrower, and the whispering grows more insistent. In fact Zeg gets the impression that the change in density of the willows is greater than what one should expect from this kind of tree, and Flynn gets a sense that he can hear the odd word or two among the whispering. Faelan gets a sense of being watched, while Navi... senses nothing but just flitters along on her merry way.

All of a sudden the trail seems to simply end in a dense thicket of willows, too closely crowded to be natural. The whispering takes on clearly audible sounds, which whisper in the Common tongue (rather than Sylvan): Welcome, travelers, to Telemy Hill. What is the purpose of your visit, and how long do you intend to stay?

"Ahhh... Is there a Jingle-Jangle in there by any chance? We're told she's good with keys." Says Faelan with a big question mark on top of his head.

"How long will we stay?  I guess we are not sure, long enough to see if Jingle-Jangle can help us?" Zeg answers, adding to Faelan's answer.

Jingle-Jangle. Jingle-Jangle. Jingle-Jangle. The willows all seems to whisper the same phrase over and over, speaking over the top of each other so that the sound becomes like one continuous hush, as the rustling of the branches by the breeze. Gradually this dies away and the singular whisper returns:

Jingle-Jangle is our friend. Bring peace and comfort, and you may pass. Bring harm or grief, and you shall not depart alive.

Then without any hint of movement from the trees, the trail ahead appears once more, as though it had been there all along but just overlooked. Following the trail, the ground begins to become rocky, until the path winds through some deep crags. The trees continue to throng the trail, even apparently growing amongst and out of the rocks, and looming over the trail from the higher rock faces like vigilant guardians. Finally the trail leads to the mouth of a cave, which although entirely natural, has the distinctive shape of a keyhole.

Inside the cave entrance, worn stone steps lead down into what feels like a cellar. The air is colder inside, and carries the subtle scent of iron. From a distant spot within the chamber, sputtering candles illuminate a multitude of keys dangling from taut strings that crisscross the walls. Hundreds of other keys lie strewn across the dirt floor. Clink-clink-clink. The keys on the walls hang motionless, and yet a rhythmic jingling sound can be heard from deeper in the cave. Clink-clink-clink. The sound gets louder, and there is a sense of an approaching presence. Clink-clink-clink. A figure emerges from the gloom: a small humanoid wearing chain mail armor? no, it's a goblin wearing a coat made from metal keys, and carrying a flail with padlocks for heads.

The creature stops, looks toward the group, and speaks in Common, saying in a soft and sad voice: How might Jingle Jangle unlock a bit of happiness in your lives today?

Flynn pulls out his.pipe during the walk and plays a soft.gentle tune as they walk. (Concerning the shire from lord of the rings)

Once they reach the cave he bows to the goblin

"A good day to you. We were wondering if you could help us with a little problem?"  He motions to the cage

"Hello!" Zeg says cheerfully to the goblin.  "I am Zeg and these are my friends.  We hope you can help us with this cage.  This poor creature is trapped inside this cage and we have travelled here in hopes that you, who seems to have many keys, would have the means to open this cage?"

Zeg holds out the cage and places it on the ground in front of Jingle-Jangle.