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Message: <blockquote data-quote="rgoodbb" data-source="post: 7190627" data-attributes="member: 6801229">I FIRE THE BALLISTAS AT THE DRAGONThe three mighty bolts soared through the air, their blackened side-spikes hungry to find bloody purchase.Mušḫuššu heard the whistle of the projectiles and had enough time to turn, around but the colossal bolts were headed straight for the dragon's torso.All three at once stopped in mid flight. In fact every living thing stopped still. No-one could move. Not our heroes, not the orcs or Bar De-Door, not even the dragon. All were fixed in place. Still alive, but unmoving. All felt the presence of something above. It lowered itself down. as did another, and another until dozens of spherical aberrations slowly descended. Each was firing off a specific ray. A telekinetic eye-beam aimed at all the living and moving things around."Now." Said Bethany, "This is a great spot for a picnic." She felt happy that she had found the right place. It was nearing lunchtime and they had found some food along the way. Several arctic sheep fell and splattered on the floor. They would go perfectly with their pre-prepared hard boiled eggs. The rest of the beholders settled with a bounce and hover and travel rugs were unfolded and hampers opened. </blockquote>