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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Jeremy" data-source="post: 1391959" data-attributes="member: 4036">Very much that way with us too.  While it was tense at points there was much laughing.  One of the best parts was some out of game humor regarding the activation of a certain important item later that was hysterical.  It lightened the mood of the grim world of having only 6 hit points.  <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=":)" /> *** Cormanthor, Galath's Roost15th of Deepwinter in the Year of Wild MagicElayne hurried to Galdur’s downed form and tore strips from her dress to try to bind the wound, though she had never done anything like it before, she had seen Galdur do it and was desperate for it to work.  Galdur’s breath was slow and he barely had the energy to cough his throat clear of blood, but he was stable. Revan fired a shot straight through the mephit’s heart, but it passed through it harmlessly without so much as a scratch.  With three of his playthings arrayed right in front of him the mephit giggled and blew out a cone of caustic liquid that bubbled and boiled away the group’s skin where it landed.  Then laughing the little monster retreated over the pond where he couldn’t be reached. Titus roared and dropped his staff running and leaping across the pond, tackling the little mephit in midair, barely managing to make the other side of the pond.  He tried to hold the wiry thing down and wring its neck, but it was so slippery that it managed to get free and launch itself back into the water where again it trilled its tongue at the human. Revan fired again and his arrow struck true, but even so, without the dwarf’s axe and Titus’s strikes as well, the mephit healed the single wound quickly.  It did not however enjoy the magical burst that blasted a hole in its stomach courtesy of Elayne. Titus hurried around the pond and took up his bow again, but it was not his sharp arrows that pierced the water mephit, but rather his sharp tongue.  Playing off of everything he had found so far that aggravated the little imp he enraged it to the point it charged at him, claws swinging.  Titus took a nasty gash from the blighter but sprung his trap well.  His bow dropped to the ground unused as he again wrapped the mephit up in his arms then called to Revan to help him hold it down. Surprised, the creature did not manage to get free in time before Revan was there holding him down as well.  “Elayne!  Go get Rossal, quick!”  Titus shouted. Elayne looked down at the wounded Galdur, but looked back and nodded once before scrambling up the broken stairs back to the courtyard. Meanwhile Titus and Revan managed to pin the slippery mephit to the ground and Titus clamped his mouth shut.  It wrestled fiercely but could not escape the two of them combined.  Pulling in a deep breath through it’s nose it almost managed to get its mouth free in time to spray out another cone of acid, but Titus bore down hard, stifling it like a painfully stopped sneeze.  The mephit’s eyes bulged as its acid leaked out his nose, ears, and eyes. Elayne pleaded with Rossal to come down and help, coaxing and cajoling him as best she knew how. Alright, I’ll help. But I want something.  If I do this, you must bring me…  The dragon paused to consider, Cake.  Cake and…  Tobacco.  Yes.  I want cake and tobacco.  You bring? Elayne nodded, confused but Rossal apparently wasn’t convinced.  You promise Rossal?  Rossal not help if you not promise…  The little dragon grinned, wrapped around its tree branch. “I promise!  We’ll get you cake and tobacco.  Now quickly, help them!”  Elayne pleaded. Rossal nodded with a wink and took off like a shot with a loud long chirp that sounded a lot like, ‘Wheeeeeee!’  He flitted down the broken stair well and landed next to the pinned mephit with a grin, crossing his arms.  Hello Stinky! Muffled high-pitched shouts were cut off through Titus’s tight grip of the mephit as it raged at the pseudodragon.  Rossal just waved and lashed out with his tail pricking the mephit.  You could see the greenish poison spreading through the mephit’s watery skin and after a moment it went to sleep.  Quickly, Titus leapt up and over to Galdur, taking up his war axe.  With one big swing he severed the head from the mephit, sparking off the stone beneath it. ***  “It wants what?” Titus and Galdur echoed each other later around the campfire Revan had set up for them.  They were once again in the woods around Galath’s clearing in a well-screened campsite with Revan meditating somewhat peacefully nearby. “Tobacco and cake,” Elayne repeated.  “I believe the Halfling Fair in Ashabenford is going to stop off in Glen sometime before Midwinter.  We can probably catch it either in Ashabenford or Glen to pick up the tobacco.” Passing it off as yet another inexplicable oddity, the group settled in for the night.  But it wasn’t long before the thunder of horses woke them from their rest.</blockquote>

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