...And Graydon just shuffled inside with the rest, intent on getting the help that was meant to come through this bizarre flying eye-ball. It didn't seem hostile and had at least
some magic, but that was nowhere near as reassuring as it should be with those magic-resistant insects popping around! Seriously, how do you just RESIST the forces that hold all of existence together concentrated and channeled into precise destruction? What, do you just spend a few years getting shot with magic to develop a TOLERANCE?
Honestly, the very existence of those bug-things with their fancy 'resisting' was just
offensive to Graydon, and he meant to discuss circumventing such things with Shandrizar when he had the chance- at least, once the book stopped trying to sucker him with claims about how a completely mechanical contraption was excreting biology at him. The so-called 'archmage' really needed to up its game at least a little already.
Where was he? Oh, right, bug-beasts and eye ovoids! Well, once he murmurs some thanks for the strange creature's hospitality and everyone gets themselves into the spare little room, he can hurriedly get the door shut (and locked if possible). Precious few fools were willing to chance the dangers of teleporting blindly, so an enclosed space was one of the best temporary defenses that could be hoped for.
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sorry for not freaking out, but- well, beholders just don't exist in Mystara. Several classic monsters never made it over there, including drow; he just thinks of Bix as 'another freaky planar thing, apparently harmless if treated with respect.'
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