Banewarrens d20 (Angelsboi's party)
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JoeBlank
Explorer
Re: Silence is golden
Hopefully, Fiddle will recall that the law of averages evened things up on another scintillating sphere attack later in the game.
Aside: Figuring my six-sided-dice-rolling luck was focused on another game, I tried some Yahtzee with the family the next day, but that did not work.
diaglo said:
Hopefully, Fiddle will recall that the law of averages evened things up on another scintillating sphere attack later in the game.
Aside: Figuring my six-sided-dice-rolling luck was focused on another game, I tried some Yahtzee with the family the next day, but that did not work.
diaglo
Adventurer
They were called not summoned creatures, as Darian soon found out. So Sully launched his ball of lightning into the room. Vlad and Fiddle battled the elementals with their weapons. A few agonizing but brief moments later the elementals vanished. Conversation had to be louder near the vortex.
"Now what?" Alya again asked. "Do we battle the golem?"
"For one of the longest lived races you sure are impatient," Darian noted.
Fiddle found another secret door back down the corridor. "And not as observant as the rest of your kind."
"She's a lover not a fighter," Vlad quipped.
"I did not sleep with the whole garrison at Castle Krag," Alya defended herself. "None of you know what I did."
"Come now lets try this new door," Sully broke the tension.
Everyone's ears popped at the pressure equalized. There was a distinct roar coming from the new corridor. The tunnel abruptly ended. Fiddle found yet another door. Again the pressure equalized. The din grew. Even the vortex wasn't this loud. Another dead end. Fiddle found another door. This opened into a hurricane. The platform around the door was stable, but just a few inches away the wind begged for something to carry. Darian obliged. He tossed a stone. It was gone faster than the thought could register. Across the gap was a stairway leading into a chamber. The light didn't go far enough.
"What do we do now?" Alya yelled. No one heard her.
Sully pulled a scroll from his pouch. One they had found in the tomb. It had a very powerful spell. He may or may not be able to cast it. He mimed his actions and intent. The party gathered round.
"I'm not going over there," Fiddle declared. "Unless we know we have a way back."
"I agree," Sully nodded. "I think I can cast this Dimensional Door, but it is a one way trip."
"Darian," Alya suggested, "why don't you ask Lathander."
Darian bent and prayed. "Weal," he called out moments later. "I'll go alone if you don't want to risk it."
"We are in this together," Sully looked around. "But I will feel the fool if we don't make it back."
"How much does everyone weigh?" Fiddle asked. "I need to know how much food I'll have if it comes to that. Sully I'll kill you last."
(Come on the Commando reference had to come in eventually)
Blink They stood in the chamber. Everyone was slightly disoriented almost nauseous. An invisible hand struck Vlad with such force he nearly doubled over. Fiddle attacked the air. He stepped backwards and froze in place on the stairway. The stairs were coated in some very powerful sticky substance. The noise in the chamber was not too strong.
Sully tossed a handful of powder up and mumbled an arcane phrase. A thing appeared. It wasn't human or even real, but it was visible. It took the form of now visible stalker. The party went to work. Alya sang. Darian and Vlad activated their weapons. The creature attacked Sully.
Fiddle undid his shoes and tumbled into combat. Sully ducked aside and cast another glittery handful of dust. The creature froze. One, two, one, two, the party laid into the thing. Sully hit it with a ball of lightning that would've knocked its socks off. (34 out of 36) It vanished to its home plane.
All the casters detected for magic. The hurricane was of course very magical. So were a lot of other things...
"Now what?" Alya again asked. "Do we battle the golem?"
"For one of the longest lived races you sure are impatient," Darian noted.
Fiddle found another secret door back down the corridor. "And not as observant as the rest of your kind."
"She's a lover not a fighter," Vlad quipped.
"I did not sleep with the whole garrison at Castle Krag," Alya defended herself. "None of you know what I did."
"Come now lets try this new door," Sully broke the tension.
Everyone's ears popped at the pressure equalized. There was a distinct roar coming from the new corridor. The tunnel abruptly ended. Fiddle found yet another door. Again the pressure equalized. The din grew. Even the vortex wasn't this loud. Another dead end. Fiddle found another door. This opened into a hurricane. The platform around the door was stable, but just a few inches away the wind begged for something to carry. Darian obliged. He tossed a stone. It was gone faster than the thought could register. Across the gap was a stairway leading into a chamber. The light didn't go far enough.
"What do we do now?" Alya yelled. No one heard her.
Sully pulled a scroll from his pouch. One they had found in the tomb. It had a very powerful spell. He may or may not be able to cast it. He mimed his actions and intent. The party gathered round.
"I'm not going over there," Fiddle declared. "Unless we know we have a way back."
"I agree," Sully nodded. "I think I can cast this Dimensional Door, but it is a one way trip."
"Darian," Alya suggested, "why don't you ask Lathander."
Darian bent and prayed. "Weal," he called out moments later. "I'll go alone if you don't want to risk it."
"We are in this together," Sully looked around. "But I will feel the fool if we don't make it back."
"How much does everyone weigh?" Fiddle asked. "I need to know how much food I'll have if it comes to that. Sully I'll kill you last."
(Come on the Commando reference had to come in eventually)Blink They stood in the chamber. Everyone was slightly disoriented almost nauseous. An invisible hand struck Vlad with such force he nearly doubled over. Fiddle attacked the air. He stepped backwards and froze in place on the stairway. The stairs were coated in some very powerful sticky substance. The noise in the chamber was not too strong.
Sully tossed a handful of powder up and mumbled an arcane phrase. A thing appeared. It wasn't human or even real, but it was visible. It took the form of now visible stalker. The party went to work. Alya sang. Darian and Vlad activated their weapons. The creature attacked Sully.
Fiddle undid his shoes and tumbled into combat. Sully ducked aside and cast another glittery handful of dust. The creature froze. One, two, one, two, the party laid into the thing. Sully hit it with a ball of lightning that would've knocked its socks off. (34 out of 36) It vanished to its home plane.
All the casters detected for magic. The hurricane was of course very magical. So were a lot of other things...
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diaglo
Adventurer
The long and winding road..
Wands, potions, rings, weapons, jewels...the whole place reeked of magic. Fiddle checked for traps and secret compartments. He missed the lines on the inside. As he reached inside an excruciating pain took hold of his body. Fiddle writhed around. The party quickly divvied it up the items.
They also found what they came for. Two spellbooks.
"Hopefully, we will find a spell to get us home," Sully prayed.
Alya opened the books and began to read. "Not in this one. It is mostly spells we can already cast."
"Well somebody made that scroll that got us here," Darian said. "My guess is that spell is in the other book."
Alya opened the next book.
BBBBooooOOOOMMMM
She passed out from the explosion. Darian brought her back around. The party healed. And Alya tried again. Many of the pages were destroyed. But the party's luck held.
Sully cast the spell from the book and returned them to the other side of the tomb.
"Home?" Alya asked.
"No," Sully replied. "I didn't take that leap of faith without following thru. I say we visit Ivan and destroy the books."
"We will see," Darian responded mysteriously.
Fiddle still hurt inside. The pain made concentration impossible. But he did keep up with the others.
Wands, potions, rings, weapons, jewels...the whole place reeked of magic. Fiddle checked for traps and secret compartments. He missed the lines on the inside. As he reached inside an excruciating pain took hold of his body. Fiddle writhed around. The party quickly divvied it up the items.
They also found what they came for. Two spellbooks.
"Hopefully, we will find a spell to get us home," Sully prayed.
Alya opened the books and began to read. "Not in this one. It is mostly spells we can already cast."
"Well somebody made that scroll that got us here," Darian said. "My guess is that spell is in the other book."
Alya opened the next book.
BBBBooooOOOOMMMM
She passed out from the explosion. Darian brought her back around. The party healed. And Alya tried again. Many of the pages were destroyed. But the party's luck held.
Sully cast the spell from the book and returned them to the other side of the tomb.
"Home?" Alya asked.
"No," Sully replied. "I didn't take that leap of faith without following thru. I say we visit Ivan and destroy the books."
"We will see," Darian responded mysteriously.
Fiddle still hurt inside. The pain made concentration impossible. But he did keep up with the others.
diaglo
Adventurer
Ranger Calrom to the rescue
“Halt!” a voice called out from the distance. “Don’t come any closer. I don’t want to shoot you.”
“Who are you?” Fiddle asked the voice.
“Who are you?” the voice called back.
A figure was now clearly visible in the mist. A slight human dressed in greens and browns. He looked more at home in the forest than here in the Barrows. He had a bow with two arrows trained on the party. Obviously, a ranger.
“We are adventurers,” Sully replied. “Seeking our fortune.”
“We are so not in the mood for this,” Alya added.
As if on cue, Fiddle grabbed his sides in pain.
“Perhaps you could lower the bow and we could talk,” Darian offered. “We mean you no harm. I am Darian Dawnguard, priest of Lathander.”
“Calrom Nathos,” the ranger stated. “I’m an adventurer, too. Why are you here.”
Introduction went around as the party made their way out of the Barrows. Before they got too far into the history of their quest, trouble struck. The horses were gone and the camp was ransacked.
“I saw that on the way into the Barrows,” Calrom mentioned. “That’s why I was on my guard.”
Fiddle scrambled around on all fours rummaging thru the mess. “NNNNNOOOOO. They took everything.”
A trail of blood, hoof, and claw prints went south. Another trail of blood went north. Several small humanoids followed the horses north.
“Perhaps,” Calrom continued. “I can help you track them. Which way first?”
“Halt!” a voice called out from the distance. “Don’t come any closer. I don’t want to shoot you.”
“Who are you?” Fiddle asked the voice.
“Who are you?” the voice called back.
A figure was now clearly visible in the mist. A slight human dressed in greens and browns. He looked more at home in the forest than here in the Barrows. He had a bow with two arrows trained on the party. Obviously, a ranger.
“We are adventurers,” Sully replied. “Seeking our fortune.”
“We are so not in the mood for this,” Alya added.
As if on cue, Fiddle grabbed his sides in pain.
“Perhaps you could lower the bow and we could talk,” Darian offered. “We mean you no harm. I am Darian Dawnguard, priest of Lathander.”
“Calrom Nathos,” the ranger stated. “I’m an adventurer, too. Why are you here.”
Introduction went around as the party made their way out of the Barrows. Before they got too far into the history of their quest, trouble struck. The horses were gone and the camp was ransacked.
“I saw that on the way into the Barrows,” Calrom mentioned. “That’s why I was on my guard.”
Fiddle scrambled around on all fours rummaging thru the mess. “NNNNNOOOOO. They took everything.”
A trail of blood, hoof, and claw prints went south. Another trail of blood went north. Several small humanoids followed the horses north.
“Perhaps,” Calrom continued. “I can help you track them. Which way first?”
diaglo
Adventurer
a horse with no name....Bob
The party followed the claw and hoof prints. The blood on the trail got thicker. They discovered the first dead horse. Alya's old grey mare. Some predator had torn the horse's throat and disemboweled the torso.
"Well at least we have food for tonight," Fiddle looked on the bright side.
"OoooOoo," Calrom squirmed. "None for me, thanks. How could you? It was a companion of yours."
"I've got a wonderful recipe," Sully added. "It will taste like steak."
Calrom turned greener than his clothes before heading down the trail. The party followed.
"What has claws and hooves?" Fiddle asked. "Maybe it flies too and has a fondness for horseflesh."
Calrom thought about it for a long moment, "I've got no clue."
No one else seemed to know either. After another 100 yards they found Sully and Darian's steeds. Someone or something had cut their throats with a blade before ripping the innards out. The tracks skirted back to the Barrows at a fast pace. The party continued to track. Soon they were back at camp.
"Shall we go after the other horses?" Alya asked. "Where's Bob?"
"Bob?" Calrom asked.
"My horse," Fiddle answered.
"It isn't like Fiddle is more attached to his animal than the rest of us," Sully mentioned. "He names all his horses Bob"
Four to six goblins had given chase to Bob and Vlad's horse. A few broken arrows and a small trail of blood mingled with their boot prints. Vlad's roan had 4 arrows embedded in its carcass. There was no sign of Bob.
Calrom summoned a hawk. His companion. He sent it after Bob. Soon he was only a speck in the sky. He circled several times and came back.
"Bob got away," Darian surmised.
"Of course he did," Fiddle beamed. "I taught him well."
The party followed the claw and hoof prints. The blood on the trail got thicker. They discovered the first dead horse. Alya's old grey mare. Some predator had torn the horse's throat and disemboweled the torso.
"Well at least we have food for tonight," Fiddle looked on the bright side.
"OoooOoo," Calrom squirmed. "None for me, thanks. How could you? It was a companion of yours."
"I've got a wonderful recipe," Sully added. "It will taste like steak."
Calrom turned greener than his clothes before heading down the trail. The party followed.
"What has claws and hooves?" Fiddle asked. "Maybe it flies too and has a fondness for horseflesh."
Calrom thought about it for a long moment, "I've got no clue."
No one else seemed to know either. After another 100 yards they found Sully and Darian's steeds. Someone or something had cut their throats with a blade before ripping the innards out. The tracks skirted back to the Barrows at a fast pace. The party continued to track. Soon they were back at camp.
"Shall we go after the other horses?" Alya asked. "Where's Bob?"
"Bob?" Calrom asked.
"My horse," Fiddle answered.
"It isn't like Fiddle is more attached to his animal than the rest of us," Sully mentioned. "He names all his horses Bob"
Four to six goblins had given chase to Bob and Vlad's horse. A few broken arrows and a small trail of blood mingled with their boot prints. Vlad's roan had 4 arrows embedded in its carcass. There was no sign of Bob.
Calrom summoned a hawk. His companion. He sent it after Bob. Soon he was only a speck in the sky. He circled several times and came back.
"Bob got away," Darian surmised.
"Of course he did," Fiddle beamed. "I taught him well."
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diaglo
Adventurer
A ranger's tale
"Now where?" Calrom queried. "I can find us some shelter for the night"
"Good idea," Darian agreed. "None of us are prepared for a difficult fight. The goblins we can handle. But who knows what the other things are."
On cue Fiddle groaned in pain. Everyone agreed to rest and recuperate. The party invited Calrom to tell his tale. (I'll leave this story for howandwhy99 to add)
Later, Sully whispered to Fiddle. "I don't think our new friend should be on watch alone," he said. "Our camp was sacked and we already know several organized groups are about. Namely the Zhents and the Moandites. I'll take first watch with him."
"Wake me if there is any trouble and you can," Fiddle nodded.
"Now where?" Calrom queried. "I can find us some shelter for the night"
"Good idea," Darian agreed. "None of us are prepared for a difficult fight. The goblins we can handle. But who knows what the other things are."
On cue Fiddle groaned in pain. Everyone agreed to rest and recuperate. The party invited Calrom to tell his tale. (I'll leave this story for howandwhy99 to add)
Later, Sully whispered to Fiddle. "I don't think our new friend should be on watch alone," he said. "Our camp was sacked and we already know several organized groups are about. Namely the Zhents and the Moandites. I'll take first watch with him."
"Wake me if there is any trouble and you can," Fiddle nodded.
diaglo
Adventurer
Unknown spellcaster
The morning saw the party back to normal. (Something happened in the night, but only Sully and Calrom know about it)
"Some fresh stew?" Sully asked Calrom.
"No thanks," Calrom replied "I like my horse alive. I think I'll have fox instead."
"Alive?" Fiddle thought to himself "Eating live horseflesh is a bit strange."
The party picked up the day-old trail. It went back into the Barrows. The day saw less mist. The trail was easy to follow with Fiddle and Calrom aiding one another.
"Perhaps you should lead," Calrom suggested. "You seem to be quite good at this." He froze and quickly nocked two arrows. "Spellcaster."
Everyone else drew weapons and prepared for battle.
"Wher. . ." Alya started to say.
Twang. Thud.
Faster than anyone else could think Calrom had fired two arrows. A body lay sprawled with the arrows in its eye sockets. A Zhent, but not a very troublesome fellow. His armor and appearance was ragged. Four large evil looking obelisks loomed over the body.
"We haven't gone this far into the Barrows," Fiddle remarked. He moved ahead and searched the corpse. "He's dead alright." Fiddle dumped a dirty pouch. Bugs and bits of rodent fur spilled on the ground. "And he didn't even have the decency to have any gold. He doesn't look like a spellcaster."
"Well we can't ask him now," Alya chuckled.
"I was attacked," Calrom got defensive. "Someone cast a spell at me."
Darian said a blessing over the dead Zhent.
The morning saw the party back to normal. (Something happened in the night, but only Sully and Calrom know about it)
"Some fresh stew?" Sully asked Calrom.
"No thanks," Calrom replied "I like my horse alive. I think I'll have fox instead."
"Alive?" Fiddle thought to himself "Eating live horseflesh is a bit strange."
The party picked up the day-old trail. It went back into the Barrows. The day saw less mist. The trail was easy to follow with Fiddle and Calrom aiding one another.
"Perhaps you should lead," Calrom suggested. "You seem to be quite good at this." He froze and quickly nocked two arrows. "Spellcaster."
Everyone else drew weapons and prepared for battle.
"Wher. . ." Alya started to say.
Twang. Thud.
Faster than anyone else could think Calrom had fired two arrows. A body lay sprawled with the arrows in its eye sockets. A Zhent, but not a very troublesome fellow. His armor and appearance was ragged. Four large evil looking obelisks loomed over the body.
"We haven't gone this far into the Barrows," Fiddle remarked. He moved ahead and searched the corpse. "He's dead alright." Fiddle dumped a dirty pouch. Bugs and bits of rodent fur spilled on the ground. "And he didn't even have the decency to have any gold. He doesn't look like a spellcaster."
"Well we can't ask him now," Alya chuckled.
"I was attacked," Calrom got defensive. "Someone cast a spell at me."
Darian said a blessing over the dead Zhent.
diaglo
Adventurer
the day below
"The tracks lead here," Calrom stated. "And someone was kind enough to dig us an entrance."
The party stood almost at the end of the Barrows. Three similar very large mounds were nearby. King Acerarak's tomb was just beyond them.
The tunnel entrance was rough, but stable. Fiddle and Vlad checked just to make sure. Calrom sent his hawk away.
"All's clear," Fiddle said.
He snuck ahead, followed by Vlad, Calrom, Darian, Alya, and finally Sully and Redd. The tunnel gradually descended. Fiddle guessed 50ft underground. And then a sharp right. Fiddle searched the wall. Solid rock. Almost too solid. Magic maybe.
"Aha," Fiddle guessed. "The tomb. These guys couldn't penetrate here so they went around."
Fiddle traveled another 60ft before the tunnel opened into a chamber. The walls were carved stone. And the tracks were soon lost as the dirt didn't go very far into the chamber. Fiddle tumbled across the room. The light of his coin lit some of the area. Vlad moved to cover his back.
"Darian, bring up the light," Fiddle ordered.
"I'm not a linkboy," Darian stammered. But he did follow instructions. First left then right.
The chamber was in fact a very wide corridor. To the left was an octagonal room. A silver door with strange markings was in the Northeast corner. And maybe a passage in the South, but the light didn't go that far. No occupants. To the right was an oblong room. A strange towering shaft stood in the middle of the room. It obscured some of the rear. Vlad moved forward for a better look.
Two arrows sailed out of the darkness. One struck Vlad. They were fired from above. The chamber had an iron grate overhead. Two goblins with bows prepared to fire again.
"The tracks lead here," Calrom stated. "And someone was kind enough to dig us an entrance."
The party stood almost at the end of the Barrows. Three similar very large mounds were nearby. King Acerarak's tomb was just beyond them.
The tunnel entrance was rough, but stable. Fiddle and Vlad checked just to make sure. Calrom sent his hawk away.
"All's clear," Fiddle said.
He snuck ahead, followed by Vlad, Calrom, Darian, Alya, and finally Sully and Redd. The tunnel gradually descended. Fiddle guessed 50ft underground. And then a sharp right. Fiddle searched the wall. Solid rock. Almost too solid. Magic maybe.
"Aha," Fiddle guessed. "The tomb. These guys couldn't penetrate here so they went around."
Fiddle traveled another 60ft before the tunnel opened into a chamber. The walls were carved stone. And the tracks were soon lost as the dirt didn't go very far into the chamber. Fiddle tumbled across the room. The light of his coin lit some of the area. Vlad moved to cover his back.
"Darian, bring up the light," Fiddle ordered.
"I'm not a linkboy," Darian stammered. But he did follow instructions. First left then right.
The chamber was in fact a very wide corridor. To the left was an octagonal room. A silver door with strange markings was in the Northeast corner. And maybe a passage in the South, but the light didn't go that far. No occupants. To the right was an oblong room. A strange towering shaft stood in the middle of the room. It obscured some of the rear. Vlad moved forward for a better look.
Two arrows sailed out of the darkness. One struck Vlad. They were fired from above. The chamber had an iron grate overhead. Two goblins with bows prepared to fire again.
diaglo
Adventurer
Myth turned real
The iron grate overhead did not prevent Vlad from spying 2 more goblins. He activated his axe. Fiddle reacted. He moved forward with his new dagger, Hole Punch. He tried to spot the archers before they saw him. Alya entered the room. She was in trog form. She fired her bow at one of the goblins. Darian quickly mumbled a pray to Lathander. He then moved forward with his lantern and sword in front of Alya. A large figure charged from the back of the room previously hidden by the shaft. He had hooves, horns, and a Huge Greatsword. The goblins fired at Vlad and Fiddle. Calrom buried two arrows into the Minotaur. Sully followed suit with a ball of lightning. Two of the goblins keeled over dead. The Minotaur was only slightly shocked. He raged.
Vlad attempted to duck behind the Minotaur. It struck him a mighty blow. Vlad returned the favor. Fiddle had Hole Punch in hand again. But no time to think about it. He flung it again. Another dig. Alya stepped behind Darian. She sang a little tune. Darian vanished. Darian mumbled another pray. Vlad felt better. The Minotaur heard Darian, but stepped towards Alya. His sword didn't penetrate her new hide. One goblin hit Sully with an arrow. The other one fired at Alya. Calrom fired two more arrows into the Minotaur. Sully concentrated on the goblin who hit him. Two balls of magic knocked the goblin down, so he spent his last one on the Minotaur.
Vlad repositioned. He swung for the Minotaur's vitals. The creature batted the axe aside. Fiddle had Hole Punch again. The Minotaur was too close for a throw. So Fiddle attacked with the combination of Lightning Strike and Hole Punch. Lightning Strike found a spot. Alya moved behind Vlad and sang out. Vlad was back to normal. His wounds gone. Darian activated his sword. No one could see him. But the light sure gave everyone an idea. The Minotaur pulled a potion and moved away from combat. Vlad and Darian put a stop to that plan. The Minotaur fell and Darian was now visible. His potion broke on the floor. The goblin fled for safety across the grate. He didn't make it all the way across the room.
ROOOOOAAARRRRR
Another Minotaur charged from the forgotten room from the left. Calrom fired two arrows at the new foe. They missed. Calrom shook his head. Sully centered a ball of lightning on the beast.
"It's an illusion," Sully called out. "Don't believe it."
Vlad dropped his axe and drew his bow. He fired at the last goblin. He hit the iron grate. Fiddle ran from the Minotaur. He found a set of stairs going up in the far corner of the room. Alya concentrated on the magic in the area.
"Have no fear," Alya confirmed. "Sully speaks the truth."
Darian prepared to meet the threat, but he heeded Alya and Sully's words. The Minotaur attacked with a vengeance. The blows rang true, but Darian was unharmed. The goblin was almost free. Calrom moved to the dead Minotaur's side and peppered the goblin. It collapsed. Sully watched for trouble.
The iron grate overhead did not prevent Vlad from spying 2 more goblins. He activated his axe. Fiddle reacted. He moved forward with his new dagger, Hole Punch. He tried to spot the archers before they saw him. Alya entered the room. She was in trog form. She fired her bow at one of the goblins. Darian quickly mumbled a pray to Lathander. He then moved forward with his lantern and sword in front of Alya. A large figure charged from the back of the room previously hidden by the shaft. He had hooves, horns, and a Huge Greatsword. The goblins fired at Vlad and Fiddle. Calrom buried two arrows into the Minotaur. Sully followed suit with a ball of lightning. Two of the goblins keeled over dead. The Minotaur was only slightly shocked. He raged.
Vlad attempted to duck behind the Minotaur. It struck him a mighty blow. Vlad returned the favor. Fiddle had Hole Punch in hand again. But no time to think about it. He flung it again. Another dig. Alya stepped behind Darian. She sang a little tune. Darian vanished. Darian mumbled another pray. Vlad felt better. The Minotaur heard Darian, but stepped towards Alya. His sword didn't penetrate her new hide. One goblin hit Sully with an arrow. The other one fired at Alya. Calrom fired two more arrows into the Minotaur. Sully concentrated on the goblin who hit him. Two balls of magic knocked the goblin down, so he spent his last one on the Minotaur.
Vlad repositioned. He swung for the Minotaur's vitals. The creature batted the axe aside. Fiddle had Hole Punch again. The Minotaur was too close for a throw. So Fiddle attacked with the combination of Lightning Strike and Hole Punch. Lightning Strike found a spot. Alya moved behind Vlad and sang out. Vlad was back to normal. His wounds gone. Darian activated his sword. No one could see him. But the light sure gave everyone an idea. The Minotaur pulled a potion and moved away from combat. Vlad and Darian put a stop to that plan. The Minotaur fell and Darian was now visible. His potion broke on the floor. The goblin fled for safety across the grate. He didn't make it all the way across the room.
ROOOOOAAARRRRR
Another Minotaur charged from the forgotten room from the left. Calrom fired two arrows at the new foe. They missed. Calrom shook his head. Sully centered a ball of lightning on the beast.
"It's an illusion," Sully called out. "Don't believe it."
Vlad dropped his axe and drew his bow. He fired at the last goblin. He hit the iron grate. Fiddle ran from the Minotaur. He found a set of stairs going up in the far corner of the room. Alya concentrated on the magic in the area.
"Have no fear," Alya confirmed. "Sully speaks the truth."
Darian prepared to meet the threat, but he heeded Alya and Sully's words. The Minotaur attacked with a vengeance. The blows rang true, but Darian was unharmed. The goblin was almost free. Calrom moved to the dead Minotaur's side and peppered the goblin. It collapsed. Sully watched for trouble.
