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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Rune" data-source="post: 157641" data-attributes="member: 67">Session 3, part 1All hell breaks loose.Virian bursts into a song that bolsters our courage and fires an arrow from his mighty bow into the pumpkin head of the scarecrow as it shuffles toward the main group of our friends.  Another scarecrow—this one with the skull of some grazing animal resting on its shoulders and a corroded  bronze sickle in its claws—steps from the rock.  Maialin, Jared, and I are shooting fire from our bows, Dexerion is casting some diversionary spell (creating the image of a dwarven warrior?), and Fruffy is running forward, swinging, and…losing his courage.Over all of it, the song of the four-armed bard can be heard:I hold the courage of the manyYou hold the courage of the fewLet the courage of the manyNow become a greater part of you…With a loud clap of thunder, the skies open up and the storm begins.  Within seconds, we are drenched.  A third scarecrow shuffles from inside the image of the gnarled tree, as the flames from Maialin and Jared’s bolts—and my arrows—burn the hay from the twisted wooden skeletons of the other two scarecrow monsters.  This third one has a burlap sack for a head.  I am sure that it is the one from my cornfield.A dense fog rises from the ground around the large rock and the tree.  Within seconds, nothing can be seen within it, save the top of the stone.Jared is surrounded by a red glow as the air around him seems to bend and then he is moving around the fog.  He appears to be cutting through the fabric of time.The two warriors and the tracker emerge from the tall grass and join the fray.  The two warriors charge into the fog.  Virian continues his song and takes another shot at the pumpkin-headed wooden skeleton.  His massive bow drives the arrow through the ribcage and the sickly green glow fades as the wooden frame is fractured into thousands of wooden chips.  The impressive display of power does more to inspire the rest of us than his confident tune.The skull-headed scarecrow walks into the fog and disappears.I hear Maialin’s scream cut off in a gurgle on the other side of the fog and run to it.  The burlap-headed scarecrow has cut a chunk out of her side with its scythe.  She is not dead, but is bleeding heavily and obviously in great pain.  The tracker runs to my side and strikes out at the creature, but his bronze longsword does little more than shave some hay from the form.Maialin steps back and fumbles for the potion that I gave her, finally drinking it in a rush.  Her side glows with the light of day for an instant and her wound closes almost completely.Lightning illuminates the horizon, where we can see what may be an airship, fast approaching.  The thunder that follows is drowned out by the screams within the fog that end in strangled choking sounds.In an attempt, perhaps, to make up for his previous display of fear, Fruff runs up and charges the shuffling, scythe-wielding, scare-creature and smashes into it with his club.  He obliterates one of the legs.  Brave little kid!Behind the tracker, a wispy, tortured, almost human apparition has materialized.  Virian runs up and swings his singing staff at the ghostly figure.  Whoooooooooooooom.  As is expected, the staff passes right through it.  Through the fog, we hear Jared shout, “It doesn’t have a mind!”Dexerion, who has memorized mostly mind-affecting spells, takes this to heart and begins to pepper the area with arrows.A burst of colors springs forth from it and I feel something try to enter my mind searching for some hold over me, trying to drive a wedge between it and my body.  Somehow, I fight it off, but I can see that Maialin is not so fortunate.  Her eyes close and she falls into a deep slumber.The burlap creature swings its scythe and I am crippled, but not out for the count.  I slice through its hay with my blade and stagger toward the halfling druid.  In seconds, he is at my side, grabbing my wound and…Green holy light flows from his arm into my side!  I am healed!  The scar left behind is a small price to pay.The skull-headed scarecrow emerges from the fog behind Virian and swings its sickle into the bard.  He collapses into a bloody heap, his quarterstaff sailing through the rain and tall grass.  Whaaaaaaaaaah Swish.  Pfthud.Dexerion rushes in to drag Maialin off to safety in the tall grass, far behind us.  Good lad…I was just about to do the same thing, but now I can devote my attention to another important matter…</blockquote>

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