You hear it too late. The distinct sound of rushing water. A flash flood! You cry out for your Company to take cover in the trees, but only make it to the base of the nearest malformed trunk before the water hits. Rolling down from the mountains, a torrential wall of liquid, rock and mud crashes into you. You desperately try to climb, and although most of you make it off the ground, one of your allies is struck by a boulder and disappears under the water. You cry out after them, but they are gone.

You think about how the whole world is against you here in the Deepwood as you cling to the trees, waiting for the initial wave to pass. As the initial surge dies down, you begin to pick your way carefully between the trees to the far side. It takes time, but is better than the fate that befell your ally.