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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Capellan" data-source="post: 1181205" data-attributes="member: 6294">"Bounty Hunters" by Jim Gillispie's Module Workshop - Part 3For a moment, it seems inevitable that Anastria will be struck.  The elf is not as oblivious as she appears, however.  Her eyes are sharp enough to catch a glimpse of movement, and her reflexes are more than up to the task of twisting her away from the blow.She even manages to draw her blade as she does so, though her strike, made blindly, goes wide.The rest of the group pour into the room to assist her against her attacker.  The repulsive creature - a small humanoid with baggy, grey skin - uses its clawed feet to cling to the wall above the door, while lashing out with its long, almost tentacle-like arms."Choker!" Briar has fought one of these things before, "Watch out for the arms - it's stronger than it looks!"Mantreus somersaults into the room, almost reaching the far wall before he turns and gestures, speaking an arcane phrase that sends a glowing arrow of energy streaking into the creature's side.  Briar tries a mundane arrow in its place, but lacks the sorcerer's unerring accuracy.This strategy of standing back to attack from range appeals to the others, who also draw bows and slings, adding to the barrage of missiles flying at the Choker.  They have not reckoned with the creature's ability to move along sheer surfaces, however, and it suddenly scuttles across the ceiling, arms lashing down to strike at Mantreus.The sorcerer is caught off-guard, and the creature's arm wraps around his throat, squeezing sharply.  There is a sickening crunch of cartilage and bone, and then the arm withdraws.  Mantreus stands for a moment, swaying slightly on his feet, then crumples bonelessly to the ground."Give me some cover!" the Padre yells, moving to the sorcerer's side.  The others do as much as they can, fending off the choker's attack with their shields and weapons while the cleric hastily calls upon his god for aid.  The familiar surge of healing energies flow through the Padre's body, but the experience is not quite as it has been in the past.  The flow now feels like a flood, pouring through him into the tortured flesh of the sorcerer's neck.The Padre shouts out - a mixture of surprise and exultation - then slumps forward, momentarily drained by the power that has passed through him.As he does so, the Choker lashes out at Stormstrider.  The blow lands, but the powerful elf grabs the creature's arm, preventing it from getting the same deadly hold that it achieved on Mantreus.  The Choker squeals it surprise and outrage, held still for just a moment, before it rips the arm free.A moment is all that is needed: with the creature's focus trained upon Stormstrider, Briar and Elspeth land telling blows.  Dark blood flows thickly from the two deep wounds, and the Choker's muscles relax, letting it fall to a heap on the store room floor.Briar helps the Padre to his feet,"Impressive." She quips, with a glance at the still unconscious sorcerer, "Maybe there's something in this religion business after all.  Will he be OK?""He'll have a nasty bruise, but nothing worse." The priest massages his eyes, rubbing away spots of colour, "I have not channelled so much power before.  It seems I have advanced in my lord's service. ""Whatever you did, you have my thanks." Mantreus croaks, his eyes opening.  Slowly, he sits up, tentatively touching his neck as he does so.  The flesh is still tender, and he winces.  Gathering his thoughts, he glances around the room."So, was there any treasure?"</blockquote>

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