Mordik shrugs and adds, Dunna know about all plants or fiends. You stick 'em enough times and they all fall, yeah? His brow scrunches though as he thinks out loud, Then again, I'd rather not break mah rapier... He looks at the others, Yeah, check those bits and see if there's any blessin' or firin' you can do to our weap'ns. Maybe there's a few weapon oils we can bring or sumthin?
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I would like to second the "Icecicles" recommendation. Also I say we bring garlic, I hear fiends HATE garlic! Garlic frozen in sharpened Icecicles will have us ruling the infinite layers in no time! ^_~ ((kidding))
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