By noonrise, you find yourselves in the River of Death, rowing upriver toward whatever fate awaits you there. The last minute packing, well-wishing and squabbling over seating is over and your journey has begun in earnest.
In the foremost vessel ride Eli the Ranger, Holdron the Barbarian and the three Bards coming along on the voyage: Steffan, Vray and Kalnaf. Discussion seems lively in this canoe.
Behind them, in the largest of the canoes, is the massive giant Orgarr Snowcrusher, and a pair of cats: One the wizard Maru and the other his familiar. The boat sits low in the water, barely able to stay afloat with the tremendous half-giant aboard.
Next goes the third and final canoe, with Lady Bethany trying her best to stay upright at the helm and four spellcasters of various description behind her: Ashii-Karn, Ashura, Rohan and Morazin.
Bringing up the rear is Steffan's raft; on board is Sister Alanorwan, of the Temple of the River Lord, flanked uncomfortably on either side by a pair of unwashed orcish porters and with mounds of cages, traps and barrels, and Lady Bethany's noble steed, Amber, behind the unlikely trio.
On they sail. All seems to go well, at first. The convoy quickly gets out of sight of Rivertown, and no significant danger presents itself. Marini, the Cat-Wizard's familiar, points with her paw at a curious sight on the side of the river: A pair of tiny monkeys, both gesturing at Orgarr and nocking arrows into their tiny, crudely crafted bows. A half-dozen tiny arrows fly from the brush, but none hit! The orcs on the raft panick and try to hide behind the cages; Alanorwan puts herself in front of the horse, in hopes of protecting it.
You have been attacked by tiny, unnaturally intelligent tree monkeys! What do you do?