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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Eccles" data-source="post: 3436056" data-attributes="member: 5675">To nobody’s surprise, except perhaps that of the drow cleric, Flynne was the first person to move. Swiftly, he nocked arrows to his enchanted bow and fired a brace of arrows into the lithe dark elf’s body. As they slammed home, they somehow both smashed through a huge number of dimly glowing and flickering enchantments which wreathed around her. At her silent command, the three drow swordsmen dashed forwards towards Igmut, who was somehow already swinging his heavy longspear to meet them. He jabbed out at each of the three as they charged him, managing to gouge heavy wounds into two of them. Their sword-swings at the half orc weren’t as accurate, and all three swords bounced off Igmut’s bright mithril armour. Chanting as fast as I was able, I garbled out the words to a spell of hasting, improving all of my comrades’ reaction speed, and giving them an opportunity to back away from the fight. I added more blocks between us and the drow by pulling a newly captured flask from the top of my satchel and flinging it towards the foe – instantly a colossal volume of smoke poured from the neck of the bottle, swallowing up all sight of the drow and Igmut as I backed away from it into the cavern so recently occupied by the naga. Suddenly, a spell burst from within the edge of the smoke, clearly cast by the drow cleric. I could feel my common sense pouring out of my brain as all my muscles went rubbery and I developed an overpowering urge to try to tell everyone what my problem was. I  just couldn’t get the words out, and the room swam around me..oOo.Everything snapped back to normal as Igmut backed up towards me, clearly trying to stay close to not only Flynne, but also Sheba the tiger who had obviously fallen foul of the same spell of confusing. Around me, I could hear the sounds of weapons and claws striking flesh from within the smoke, whilst Malachite chanted continually to summon creature after creature which could see, smell or sense what might happen within the dense cloud. To assist in the confusion, I cast a spell to create the sound of a number of massive bats flapping around within the smoke cloud, to give the drow something else to swing at.From within the ever-growing dense cloud there came the growling, rending, slashing, hacking sound of drow, Igmut and Malachite’s many elemental creatures deep in combat. Malachite’s chanting came to a brief end, and the sound of genuine dire bats was added to my false creations within the smoke, which expanded still more. Unable to move further away from Igmut, the wall of smoke rolled over me, making my eyes and throat sting as I tried to breathe. Also within the smoke, I could hear Flynne firing blindly at something, whilst Sheba howled wildly in pain. Near her position, Malachite summoned yet more creatures which writhed in the darkness, one part of their largely unseen bodies glowing dimly through the smoke. A distance behind me, there was the sound of Endo casting another spell, followed by his voice swearing and then shouting in pain. Unable to see what was going on, I began to chant an orcish battle anthem, hoping to improve Igmut’s martial prowess, but over the sound of my singing I could hear more casting, both from Endo and also in the undercommon tongue. Somehow, the cleric had gone through the smoke and was now behind us and duelling with my friend the mage..oOo.A wet slashing sound followed, and Igmut’s voice raised in triumphant bellow in counterpoint to the savage chant I was singing. Briefly, a surge of wet entrails covered my feet, and the head of a second drow bounced across the floor with a surprised look upon its bloodied features. Two of the drow had clearly fallen to a single massive swing of Igmut’s massive sword, and an instant later, the third drow swordsman was brought down by a horde of savage beasts, which then flapped, crawled or tunnelled past me towards where the drow cleric so plainly was.Feeling his way into the smoke, Endo cast a spell of protection on me from a wand, and then pressed it into my hand.“You’ll be safe from the confusion effect now,” he hissed at me. “Go and help the others.”Turning, I blundered into Flynne in the smoke, and was quick in triggering the magic in the wand to protect him from the spell which was threatening to turn him into a burbling fool if he stepped away from Igmut. Nodding grimly, he stepped away and faded into the smoke. .oOo.Off to my right, Endo shouted “she’s airborn – and invisible!”A brief spell was cast in an orcish plea to Kord, and then Igmut stepped out of the smoke.“Not any more she isn’t,” he announced smugly as his Invisibility Purge spell took effect.There was a cry of pain in undercommon, followed by some spellcasting in the same language. As I stepped out of the smoke-cloud (which appeared to have stopped expanding), I witnessed her casting another spell of confusion which washed over Malachite, and I saw his face go slack. It would probably have swept me away with it once again, but for the effects of Endo’s wand.I stepped across and tapped Malachite with the wand, and he was instantly alleviated from the mind-controlling magics. Whilst Igmut stepped up through the air (using a scroll passed to him by Malachite), and Endo flew under a mystical power of his own. Igmut swung at her with his heavy sword, and then Flynne bent his bow. An arrow impaled the drow female through the head, and she dropped, somehow slowly and gracefully, to the ground..oOo.After collecting what we could from the fallen drow, and wondering where the 2 crossbow-armed drow had gone (with the missing bottle of smoke). There was a door and a narrow passage out of the room, and we turned to the doorway, knowing that we were now short on powers and spells and that there was still a mind flayer out there somewhere. Nervously, Flynne picked the lock and the door swung open.4 lumbering dead forms turned to meet us, dreadful holes punched through each of their skulls. Their rotting flesh dripped with tiny-yet-familiar green worms.“Uh oh,” muttered Igmut, under his breath.</blockquote>

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