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<blockquote data-quote="Capellan" data-source="post: 1105221" data-attributes="member: 6294">&quot;Something's Cooking&quot; and &quot;The Ettin's Riddle&quot; (WotC Free Adventures) - Part 5Macwood quickly hurries to the cook's aid, clearly upset by the indignities suffered by such a master of the culinary arts.&nbsp; The others, more cautious - or perhaps just less fixated on food - hang back, watching out for signs of whoever might have done this.Suddenly, a small figure blinks in existence, just above and behind the Halfling bard.&nbsp; It is grey in colour, with leathery skin and bat-like wings.&nbsp; Cackling gleefully in a high-pitched voice, it jabs its barbed tail into Macwood's shoulder.Macwood staggers as his companions shout belated warnings.&nbsp; The wound he has suffered is only a pin prick, but it burns fiercely, and a wave of dizziness sweeps over him.&quot;Watch out ... for ... tail!&quot; he croaks, slumping against the wall, &quot;Poison!&quot;Ming Li steps into the room, jabbing at the still cackling creature with her staff.&nbsp; The ironbound weapon collects solidly, but the impact does nothing more than knock their winged enemy backwards a few inches.&nbsp; It cackles again, a slender finger sliding into its oversized nose as it does so, rummaging inside the nostril for ammunition, which it proceeds to flick derisively at the monk.Briar and Elspeth join what rapidly proves to be an embarrassing battle for the adventurers.&nbsp; Their enemy, though barely a foot in height, appears completely immune to their blows.&nbsp; Every futile attempt to harm it meets with more laughter, accompanied now by profanity-laced abuse, and a steady barrage of unsavoury secretions.&nbsp; Only rarely does the creature bother to attack with its tail, flittering brazenly amongst the adventurers to stab them with the poison-laced barb.&nbsp; Within a minute, all four of the companions have been wounded, the poison leaving them dizzy and clumsy, fingers and feet trembling uncontrollably.&quot;I'm an idiot!&quot; Briar suddenly claps a hand to his head.&quot;You can say that again, fatso.&quot; The nasty little beast snickers, and waves its bony rump in his direction.The young rogue answers with actions, not words, drawing from his belt the dagger he discovered in the sewers.&nbsp; The blade gleams slightly in the ill-lit room.&quot;What's that, then?&quot; the creature titters, &quot;Planning to trim my toe-nails with that paring knife, sonny?&quot;Briar smiles, and stabs.The blade - the enchanted blade - slides easily through the creature's flesh.&nbsp; Black blood flows as the vile little beast squeals in pain and fury.&nbsp; Colourful - and anatomically impossible - abuse spews from its lips, and it suddenly blinks out of sight.&nbsp; Moments later, a shuttered window in the hallway bangs open, and the torrent of obscenities fades in volume.&quot;I think it's gone.&quot; Briar slips the dagger back into his belt, fingers trembling slightly from the poison in his bloodstream. &quot;Cowardly little runt.&quot;With the immediate danger averted, the group unties Gendrew, and Ming Li examines his condition.&nbsp; The cook is still unconscious, and his skin shows several small pockmarks - probably wounds inflicted by the flying creature.&nbsp; The monk shakes her head,&quot;I do not believe the injuries are life-threatening.&quot; She says at last, &quot;But I have no suggestions for how to wake him.&nbsp; I think we may just need to wait for him to sleep off the poison.&quot;&quot;Will these help?&quot; Briar has been rummaging in the wardrobe, and now pulls forth a small wooden chest.&nbsp; Flipping it open, he shows six potion vials to the others.&nbsp; All six are marked with their various enchantments, and the fourth is a healing draught.&quot;Do we want to use it on him?&quot; Elspeth eyes the magical liquids with a mercenary eye. &quot;Those are very valuable.&quot;&quot;They also belong to him.&nbsp; Or at the very least, his wife.&quot; Ming Li reminds the ranger, &quot;It would be dishonest to take them.&quot;&quot;To the hells with honesty.&quot; Briar snorts, &quot;It'd be dangerous, which is more important.&nbsp; His wife's a wizard, remember.&nbsp; I don't fancy having a wizard sore at me.&quot;&quot;Or a cook.&quot; Macwood adds, &quot;He makes the most fantastic pies.&quot;&quot;We did just save her husband.&quot; Elspeth pouts, conceding the argument, &quot;I think we're owed something for that.&nbsp; She'd better be grateful.&quot;</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Capellan, post: 1105221, member: 6294"] [b]"Something's Cooking" and "The Ettin's Riddle" (WotC Free Adventures) - Part 5[/b] Macwood quickly hurries to the cook's aid, clearly upset by the indignities suffered by such a master of the culinary arts. The others, more cautious - or perhaps just less fixated on food - hang back, watching out for signs of whoever might have done this. Suddenly, a small figure blinks in existence, just above and behind the Halfling bard. It is grey in colour, with leathery skin and bat-like wings. Cackling gleefully in a high-pitched voice, it jabs its barbed tail into Macwood's shoulder. Macwood staggers as his companions shout belated warnings. The wound he has suffered is only a pin prick, but it burns fiercely, and a wave of dizziness sweeps over him. "Watch out ... for ... tail!" he croaks, slumping against the wall, "Poison!" Ming Li steps into the room, jabbing at the still cackling creature with her staff. The ironbound weapon collects solidly, but the impact does nothing more than knock their winged enemy backwards a few inches. It cackles again, a slender finger sliding into its oversized nose as it does so, rummaging inside the nostril for ammunition, which it proceeds to flick derisively at the monk. Briar and Elspeth join what rapidly proves to be an embarrassing battle for the adventurers. Their enemy, though barely a foot in height, appears completely immune to their blows. Every futile attempt to harm it meets with more laughter, accompanied now by profanity-laced abuse, and a steady barrage of unsavoury secretions. Only rarely does the creature bother to attack with its tail, flittering brazenly amongst the adventurers to stab them with the poison-laced barb. Within a minute, all four of the companions have been wounded, the poison leaving them dizzy and clumsy, fingers and feet trembling uncontrollably. "I'm an idiot!" Briar suddenly claps a hand to his head. "You can say that again, fatso." The nasty little beast snickers, and waves its bony rump in his direction. The young rogue answers with actions, not words, drawing from his belt the dagger he discovered in the sewers. The blade gleams slightly in the ill-lit room. "What's that, then?" the creature titters, "Planning to trim my toe-nails with that paring knife, sonny?" Briar smiles, and stabs. The blade - the [i]enchanted[/i] blade - slides easily through the creature's flesh. Black blood flows as the vile little beast squeals in pain and fury. Colourful - and anatomically impossible - abuse spews from its lips, and it suddenly blinks out of sight. Moments later, a shuttered window in the hallway bangs open, and the torrent of obscenities fades in volume. "I think it's gone." Briar slips the dagger back into his belt, fingers trembling slightly from the poison in his bloodstream. "Cowardly little runt." With the immediate danger averted, the group unties Gendrew, and Ming Li examines his condition. The cook is still unconscious, and his skin shows several small pockmarks - probably wounds inflicted by the flying creature. The monk shakes her head, "I do not believe the injuries are life-threatening." She says at last, "But I have no suggestions for how to wake him. I think we may just need to wait for him to sleep off the poison." "Will these help?" Briar has been rummaging in the wardrobe, and now pulls forth a small wooden chest. Flipping it open, he shows six potion vials to the others. All six are marked with their various enchantments, and the fourth is a healing draught. "Do we want to use it on him?" Elspeth eyes the magical liquids with a mercenary eye. "Those are very valuable." "They also belong to him. Or at the very least, his wife." Ming Li reminds the ranger, "It would be dishonest to take them." "To the hells with honesty." Briar snorts, "It'd be dangerous, which is more important. His wife's a wizard, remember. I don't fancy having a wizard sore at me." "Or a cook." Macwood adds, "He makes the most fantastic pies." "We did just save her husband." Elspeth pouts, conceding the argument, "I think we're owed something for that. She'd better be grateful." [/QUOTE]

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