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Having done what you can to regain your strength, you follow closely behind the wraith, racing down the corridor after Hekthesh. You pass through a room that appears to have served a double purpose as a crematorium/reflection pool and follow the sound of retreating footsteps down another...

Yimayngurr winces as the savage beast fells the nearby craftsman, then as the beast closes on him, he yells wildly, "You'll pay for that, ya blighter! Dbbrr!!" The half-orc's spear tip bites deep into the undead creature and Yimayngurr simultaneously edges back toward the door. Then, seeing the...

"Oh dear, oh dear! Hell hath no fury like a bazzlebaum!," Auntie Mab exclaims, after trying the ring on the woman's finger. Then adds, "Well, I suppose technically they do come from the Abyss... but still! And will you just look at this. Tragic, is what. The terrible beast, having murdered the...

The injured hound snaps its jaws at Sir Exsixten as the mechanical knight hurtles over the canal to land next to it. But, the badly injured creature botches the attack badly, putting weight on its injured leg causing it to topple to the floor, and just as its head hits the ground a gout of...

"Well, will you look at that?," Auntie Mab muses while inspecting the picture. "Maybe this captain lady is the Elean the ring was meant for. She does look quite friendly with that poor man in the blue. Why don't we go inspect her ship, dearies? The lower docks aren't far from here. Come along...

High-fives Kaz also! Iron Sky - If Yim's attack was changed to RRB 2, then it should have 13 damage currently, and should have been slowed during its turn. Not sure if it could still have killed the craftsman and moved adjacent to Yim given its condition.

"Crikey!," Yimayngurr exclaims as he observes the heightened intelligence, speed, and efficiency with which the undead move in the presence of their fell master. As he fends off the slashing jaws of the frenzied beast with his spear haft he muses aloud, "Never heard of this sorta thing in dead...

"That's a good idea dearie," Auntie Mab says to Devinihm with an approving nod. Bracing herself with her cane as she bends down, the old woman tries the ring out on the torn man's finger while scrunching her nose up at the smell of blood and death. Once she finds out whether or not its a fit...

Just as Sir Exsixten hurtles across the canal and strikes the wall, one of Cyr's bolts of lightning strikes the adjacent thrall dead on the spot. Paerlanthas glides toward Hekthesh, his maddened babbling having resumed somewhat. Defiler! he screams, Enemy of all that is holy! You have decimated...

Seeing an opening through which it can reach the faltering shifter, the hound shoots through the shadows, letting out a deafening howl next to Ferris and snapping its fearsome jaws at the cleric. But Ferris, protected by mother Dayna's sheltering embrace, proves unreachable, and the hound snarls...

Polished to a high gleam, and looking his best, Crush soon attracts a captivated audience as he tells of the group's quick-thinking and daring tactics that gave them that gave them that crucial edge over their opponents. The large warforged's sweeping pantomime gestures seem to hold the...

Seeing the palisades nearest him rapidly crumbling, Yimayngurr calls out to the nearest craftsman, "Looks like its about time ta cut and run mate! Fall back to the tower!" The half-orc hastily lobs his spear at the rerisen beast, who easily avoids it, then shuffles back the up the slope toward...

"Why, what's that you've got there, Tristram love?," Auntie Mab asks as the rat comes scurrying back with his prize. "Will, you look at that! It's a wedding ring, an a pretty one too. Looks like there's something engraved on the inside...," the old woman says squinting her eyes at the fine...

Mini-Update Jezebel and Sir Exsixten take the fight to the northernmost thrall, making it feel the hurt, while the efforts of Cyr and the undead king leave the southernmost looking much worse for the wear. Cyr's lightning strikes also banish more of the foul-smelling tendrils back to the fell...