Long story short, the DM thought it'd be funny to throw some owlbears at the fledgling party. He was right.
Andy went down quick to a grotesquely powerful owlbear-hug. Auren and Brian, the party's other meatshields, followed after a brutal struggle. Lucky ran about trying to stay out of the monsters' way and keep her allies from dying while K'Phalvius finally managed to kill the ferocious beasts by firing from afar. They say what doesn't kill you makes you stronger, and apparently in the case of D&D, what brings you close enough to Death's door that you can smell the bone-white metal of the door knocker will make you gain two levels. The adventurers came away exhausted, and maybe missing some vital organs, but ultimately pleased.
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