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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Jeremy" data-source="post: 1391715" data-attributes="member: 4036">Thanks! Leslie is having fun doing the sketches and says she's happy you like them. Got the next game coming up this Saturday so hopefully I get caught up before game day. Look for more updates this week. <img src="https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/8.0/png/unicode/64/1f642.png" class="smilie smilie--emoji" loading="lazy" width="64" height="64" alt=":)" title="Smile    :)"  data-smilie="1"data-shortname=":)" /> I had a lot of fun doing 'Galath's' voice way over the top cupping my hand and using it to break up my voice like the old cowbows and indians hoots. It sounded appropriate for what the voice was up to. Though what happened next was rather deadly. <img src="https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/8.0/png/unicode/64/1f631.png" class="smilie smilie--emoji" loading="lazy" width="64" height="64" alt=":eek:" title="Eek!    :eek:"  data-smilie="9"data-shortname=":eek:" /> *** Cormanthor, Galath's Roost15th of Deepwinter in the Year of Wild Magic Even Elayne was snickering at this point. But the ghost was fully into its rant at this point. His voice echoed and warbled in faux lamentation, everyone once and again stopping to address the group once more. “WHAT DO TH ELIVING SEEK IN THE SEPULCHER OF GALATH THE BETRAYED? … BETRAYED BY SMALL-MINDED MEN, GLORY SEEKERS AND SNIVELERS!”  “Not you,” Titus cracked as Elayne threatened him with another elbow. Revan answered more evenly, “We came to find a man taken prisoner.” But it didn’t seem that the ghost was even listening. It ranted on for a moment before an idea seemed to strike the disembodied voice and it paused to offer a task. “—THE TREASURE OF GALATH IS FOR GALATH ALONE… BUT KNOW THIS! THERE IS A WINGED CREATURE WHO LAIRS ABOVE, AND IT MOCKS ME, DAY AND NIGHT. BRING ME THE HEAD OF THIS BEAST, AND A ONE-TENTH SHARE OF THE TREASURE SHALL BE YOURS!” Elayne whispered quietly, “I don’t believe we ended up in the middle of a feud between an unseelie faerie and a tiny dragon.” But the echoes of the cavern caught her words and the ghost sputtered, “UNSEELIE!? I AM THE GHOST OF GALATH! YOU SEE HOW THE FOUL BEAST MOCKS ME! WILL NO ONE RID ME OF THIS PLAGUE?” the ghostly voice gave off piteous moans but the company was not fooled. Titus couldn’t help but provoke the voice, “Ghost? I don’t see any ghost. Rossal said the only thing down here were some big bugs and a pair of stinky faeries!” A high-pitched voice started, outraged, “Stinky!?! Er, *ahem*,” the voice deepened again, resuming it’s warbling and echoing, “I DON’T KNOW WHAT YOU SPEAK OF, I AM THE GHOST OF GALATH!” Titus grinned and kept egging him on, sniffing at the sulfur in the air, “Well ‘Galath’, someone should have buried you deeper cause it’s a little ripe down here. Even for an unseelie faerie.” “AAG! I’LL SHOW YOU—,” suddenly the voice resumed its high-pitched imp-like quality as a little blue, horned mephit burst from the pond and squeezed it’s knees up to it’s little elbows in midair, “—stinky!” Suddenly a roiling cloud of yellow fumes poured out of him filling the area with the most noxious smell imaginable. Revan and Elayne were overcome by the stench and staggered, retching, from the horrid vapors. Titus, not exactly known for his hygiene, was unimpressed. Galdur, even more stout, jerked a thick thumb towards Titus a couple times, “That it? I’m wi’h ‘im.” And just like that, it was on. Titus quickly unshouldered his Dalelands longbow and snapped off an arrow that passed directly through the mephit’s watery form causing no apparent harm. Apparently the impish creature was more of a threat then he appeared. <img src="http://www.enworld.org/modules/gallery/albums/albup83/mephit.jpg" alt="" class="fr-fic fr-dii fr-draggable " data-size="" style="" /> Galdur called down Dugmaren Brightmantle’s blessing on the group and edged forward, gauging the depth of the pond to be well over his, and probably even Titus’s head. With no way to reach the mephit he moved around the pond to get a better angle. Revan and Elayne meanwhile were still reeling from the effects of the creature’s spell. Each had found their way out of the cloud, but neither was coherent yet, which suited the little beast just fine. Reaching out to his home he tried to call upon his brother whom he often fought Rossal off with, but some gesture or word must have been incorrect because no one answered his call. Titus managed a particularly good shot that hit something solid in the mephit and caused it to wince, but the creature was still about half submerged in the pond and before his very eyes the water around him coursed up and filled his wound from the inside out, popping the arrow free and leaving not a scratch. The mephit put his thumbs in his ears, fingers spread wide, and trilled an annoying sound at the man. “@#$%.” Titus swore. Galdur made his way around as close as he could get to the mephit in the pond but still couldn’t reach the little bugger without going into the water, and his armored form didn’t stand a very good chance in there. He spat at the coward who promptly spat back a glob of green acid that through some providence managed to miss the dwarf. Unfortunately Galdur’s luck was about to run out. Titus snapped off another arrow but any blow that managed to harm the creature seemed to quickly heal. We need to get it out of the water somehow… The mephit, feeling sort of invincible taunted the group continuously, belittling them, but all the while tried to get them to bring him Rossal’s head. Maybe he didn’t want the dragon necessarily dead, but certainly a good scare for the varmint was in order. But for now, it was having fun. Zipping up to Galdur and avoiding the dwarf’s wide swing easily, the mephit slashed his claw across the gold dwarf’s exposed arm and moved as if to plant a kiss on him. Galdur fought back, landing what should have been a crushing blow but was largely absorbed by the mephit’s watery body, worse, its wounds kept mending themselves. It hadn’t managed to heal up Titus’s last arrow, and the bite of Galdur’s war axe had left a vicious gash, but the water of the pond continued to flow into the injuries. Titus dropped his bow and took up his long staff to try and land a blow and it looked like the team was getting close to driving the mephit off, with Revan and Elayne almost recovered. But the mephit was fast and had the wounded Galdur was slowing. With a whip of its tail is splashed water up into Galdur’s eyes, in the blink of an eye the horrible creature slashed one set of claws across the dwarf’s hands and face, and with the other laid his throat open. Stumbling back, the dwarf tried to staunch the flow of his life’s blood and collapsed to the ground, his skin growing pale.</blockquote>

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