Those very 6mm minis have led me down another red herring hole as I strive for an even more travel-friendly 5 Parsecs collection.
But I must not allow myself to be too distracted from other projects. Still got a fair few things on my 15mm painting desk, and some Blue Moon minis have just arrived to join them (big thanks to Old Glory's Andy, replacing a batch which Royal Mail have managed to lose somewhere).
I'd wanted to paint up a mini to represent Gorane's armoured state, but got too impatient and wanted to finally get another round of 5 Leagues in, and so:

While the rest of the warband went savenging for food, Boluaga spent her time in silent meditation and prayer, beseeching her gods for protection in her new role as warband leader. Confident that this would be granted, she had the group pack up and head for the small nearby hamlet of Murutegi. Along the way they picked up Amets, a travelling bard who took a keen interest in their tale of undead bashing, and who promised to keep his ear to the ground for rumours of further shambling activity.

Gorane’s contact in Murutegi, a priest who served the spiritual needs of the little trading hub, welcomed them in and, over a cheap ale, mentioned a nearby warren of tunnels which had recently become home to an unsavoury dabbler in dark arts and which, oh, most definitely held some ill-gained treasures needing rescuing.
Nodding solemnly, the party readied their gear and set off.

Duhin once again crept ahead of the party as a scout, and warned his comrades of the sound of many-limbed scuttling coming from the east. Warily the adventurers advanced and spotted a large hymenopteran creature disappearing into a narrow tunnel up ahead. Spotting a chance to prevent the beasts swarming anyone, Boluaga charged forward and hacked at the creature in the bottleneck.

Slicing her way through three of the creatures with surprising ease she found herself in a dead end with nothing of interest but a dusty old tome lying on the floor. As she picked it up, a cry from behind indicated the sudden presence of another trio of crawlers.
She, Gorane and Fede rounded upon them while the two archers took pot shots. Together they finished the beasts off in short order.

Buoyed by their clean sweep so far, the party started searching the tunnels in earnest. To the east they found the fallen body of an lightly-armed warrior surrounded by yet more cave crawlers, and the beasts leapt to defend their lunch. They knocked the heavily armoured Boluaga to the ground and ripped the unarmoured Erlea apart.
Adding to the adventurers’ problems came the sinister voice somewhere in the darkness beyond chanting some foul spell…

With Fede also being knocked out and the situation desperate, Caraile leapt into the fray, managing to clobber one of the beasts with his staff and charging towards the source of the chanting. The two spellcasters, unused to such exertions, proceeded to spend far too much time slapping each other ineffectually while Gorane and Duhin fought off the rampaging crawlers.
Eventually they slew the last of them and turned their attention to the slap-a-thon just as the cultist was able to deliver a eye-watering blow between Caraile’s legs, and he turned his sinister grin to the last of the adventurers only to find it disintegrating beneath Gorane’s warhammer.

The last pair choose to push their luck in searching the rest of the cave and, barring the odd physical obstacle, return bearing some more crafting materials, battle gear and a divine icon amongst a few other items they might be able to sell off.
Well-administered silvertree dressings ensured that Boluaga and Caraile would only require a week or so to recover. Fede had managed to damage the dagger given to her to replace her original damaged staff, and Erlea had already expired. The party returned to Murutegi battered, but with the potential for better equipping themselves for future excursions.