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<blockquote data-quote="Eccles" data-source="post: 3861602" data-attributes="member: 5675"><p>Once we had taken in the beach we had landed on, we headed towards the broken boat, but Flynne and Fez were both distracted by movement on the bluff above us. I didn’t realise what was going on initially, as Fez’s exaggerated movements were still alien to me. Since drinking the third of the potions which we had found in Ilthane’s lair he had grown to over six feet in height, and the Halfling (usually so dextrous and nimble in his movements) was struggling with limbs which had stretched to twice their previous length and he was frequently treading on his immense feet.</p><p></p><p>Eventually, however, I realised that he was looking up at movement on the rocks above us, and peering in the same direction I could see a group of ten hulking orcs clutching weapons and looking back down at us. We hesitated before launching an attack, and I shouted a greeting to the orcs in their own language.</p><p></p><p>“Me Grogriss Spliteye,” yelled their bow armed leader. “We bring others here, and they leave us alone. We try to follow them inland, but we were stopped by rocks with ropes.”</p><p></p><p>“It is possible we could get you to safety,” I yelled back. “My companions have considerable spells and they might be able to use them for you if you can give us what we need. Tell us of the people you brought here.”</p><p></p><p>The orc considered for a moment, then called back down. “Agreed. We brought a human here, with others. A strange bird woman with a knife and a clever crossbow, two… what is your word… monks named Dalagar and Sabir Sinfire. There was also the Flaming One.” His description of a tall winged Horned Devil filled us all (except Fez) with concern. </p><p></p><p>Having told the orcs that we would be back in a few hours and secreted them all in a small portal summoned up by Endo awaiting our return. We then headed up the beach, where we saw a series of badly weather beaten and crumbling walls, which still reached some 20 to 30 feet over our heads in places. Looking left to right, we could see that the maze of walls reached from one side of the small island to the other. </p><p></p><p>Having cast a carefully chosen array of spells, we picked our way inland, and towards the very centre of the ‘maze’, we found a sudden array of stalagmites dotted around the rocky floor. Many of them had complex runes carvesd into them, and crystals sprouting from their sides. The runes were written in druidic, the only language for which I had been unable to find a teacher, and so Janga cast a spell to allow him to read them.</p><p></p><p>He bent to look at the runes, whilst I stood looking at the sky trying to figure out how so many stalagmites had formed in the middle of nowhere. Fez was off to one side, Flynne was hiding somewhere whilst Endo was clinging to a wall taking advantage of his new cloak of the spiders. </p><p></p><p>Suddenly, several of the stalagmites burst into action. Massive flailing tendrils burst forth and began to lash at us. I could see some substance on the writhing limbs, which seemed to lash out at each of us intending to grab and draw us towards the crystalline maws which had opened on 6 of the stalagmites. The air was filled with the flailing ropes, and they slapped down madly onto myself and my colleagues.</p><p></p><p>And slid straight off again, thanks to the layer of protective warding which Janga had carefully placed onto us before we headed inland. Drawing my crossbow from the recesses of a very deep bag, I began firing shot after shot into the creatures, whilst Fez smashed at them with his heavy axe. Within the space of a minute or two, the air was still and the ground was covered in a thick layer of crystalline rubble and ichor. </p><p></p><p>.oOo.</p><p></p><p>We pushed on through the maze, and after walking for a minute or two I stopped abruptly – Janga clattered into my back and demanded to know why I’d halted. Pointing at a wall directly in front of me as I peered through my glasses, I announced, “That wall there – it’s loaded with powerful magic, illusionary unless I miss my guess.”</p><p></p><p>We all concentrated hard on the wall, trying to figure out the trick before stepping reluctantly through the solid-seeming surface. Beyond was a still-warm campfire and a single bedroll in which Flynne found a couple of small dark feathers. We immediately drew weapons and started looking around for a hidden kenku attacker. </p><p></p><p>Seeing nothing, our march continued with more caution. Flynne crept forwards, and within a few moments we could see his arm (which blended almost perfectly with a bush) indicating that he had heard something. We moved up to join him but could hear nothing as Flynne leapt off into the undergrowth to his right, firing arrows as he went. From beyond a wall I could hear the thump of one of his arrows striking flesh as Flynne shouted “it’s invisible!”</p><p></p><p>The rogue then dashed towards the unseen foe, his arms outstretched as a series of small bolts whipped past him. As he grunted once, I crumpled a scroll between my hands and flung it towards the foe and it transformed into a glowing mass of dust which settled around the invisible form of the crossbow armed kenku woman. </p><p></p><p>Clearly visible, she croaked a short few words and disappeared from sight once again.</p><p></p><p>“Teleported,” grunted Endo in frustration, and we all stood back to back with our weapons raised for several seconds before breaking into a jog through the maze away from our previous position.</p><p></p><p>.oOo.</p><p></p><p>We emerged from the high stone walls without further incident, where we could see a black stone circular pedestal shaped like a disk set into the floor. Around the lip of this obsidian were three deep eye-shaped pits whose centre were missing. Janga squatted to read the words which entwined these symbols, announcing that they said “Return my eyes to me and I shall gaze through the storm”. </p><p></p><p>Endo and I took turns to examine the pedestal, and I started to tickle the enchantments around it; my <em>clair de lunettes</em> helping me identify where to inject tiny slivers of mystical power and where to draw the item’s focus. Within the space of a minute or so I had it, and the entire pedestal suddenly thrummed with potency. The centre of the disk was suddenly filled with a door-shaped portal.</p><p></p><p>Behind me, Fez suddenly looked deeply uncomfortable and started to edge away.</p><p></p><p>“What’s wrong,” I asked him and he continued to back away from the portal as he replied. “Dunno. I just don’t wanna be here any more. Need to get back to the beach.”</p><p></p><p>I smiled at the recently resized pygmy as I told him, “If you absolutely can’t stay here, there is another option.” As he nodded, I carried on. “I could cast a spell to get you straight back to the beach in a heartbeat, if you’re content to go that way.”</p><p></p><p>He agreed in a heartbeat, and I cast the spell to whisk us both away from the spot we were standing, and as we went through my glittering door there was a tiny instant where Fez realised that my <em>dimension door</em> opened a quarter of an inch away from the dark portal and we both passed through it in turn.</p><p></p><p>.oOo.</p><p></p><p>On the other side, Fez was pale and screaming in agony, clutching his stomach as pain wracked him. Janga and I produced curative wands and helped him recover before we looked to our surroundings. </p><p></p><p>We stood on the edge of a dense forest, from which came a cacophony of noise from insects, birds and a strange green glow which faded in and out of sight as it went behind trees. Away in the opposite direction lay a range of mountains, with lightning crashing down towards the peaks. </p><p></p><p>From the forest four tall armoured figures stepped out towards us. Each of them had a long pole thrusting skywards from its back, and at the top of each pole flapped a banner. Each banner was a different colour; one the red of fire, the second the brown and grey of rock and earth. The third was a pale sky blue patterned with lines of wind whilst the last was the deeper blue/green of water.</p><p></p><p>One stepped slightly ahead of the others and spoke.</p><p></p><p>“I am Tylanthros, guardian of this realm. We protect the secrets of this island from all trespassers. You have mastered the portal of storms, and therefore must be brave, but it remains to be seen if you belong here at all. Why have you come to Last Resort?”</p><p></p><p>“We have come to your realm to thwart the plans of Darl Zuethos and prevent the second coming of the Age of Worms,” I answered, and there was a short pause before Tilagos spoke again.</p><p></p><p>“You seek the Fountain,” he told us. If the waters are consumed, the secrets of this place will be undone. The powers kept from the world will be released, and the great creatures of legend imprisoned here on this isle shall be unleashed upon the Material Plane once more. You say you are heroes? This remains to be seen. Accomplish four tasks and prove yourselves to be the heroes of old returned.</p><p></p><p>“The Fountain of Dreams shall know those destined for its gifts in but one way. It will know them by the Trials of Tilagos. Survive these trials, and you may slake your thirst on what you seek. Fail, and Last Resort shall be your grave. I am Tylanthros, and the first trial is the Claiming of Krathanos’ Golden Belt.”</p><p></p><p> “I am Beskawahn,”, said the next figure, “and the second trial is the Silence of the Doomshroud’s Mournful Song.”</p><p></p><p>The third spoke, “I am Thadimar, and the third trial is the Death of the Thorn Vale Nightmare.”</p><p></p><p>Finally, the last creature spoke, “I am Sayren-Lei, and the final trial is the Harvest of the Living Feather of the Roc King.”</p><p></p><p>“Return here once the trials are complete,” said Tylanthros, and the four figures faded back into the edge of the thick woods.</p><p></p><p>“Wait,” I cried after them. “Will you not aid us in thwarting the one who claimed the arm of Vecna? Do you fear nothing of handing such knowledge to a cleric of evil?”</p><p></p><p>The tall figures turned, and Tylanthos intoned, “We are not interested in such concerns. We are neutral.” And with that, they were gone.</p><p></p><p>.oOo.</p><p></p><p>After a short discussion, we looked around for a clue as to where to head, and eventually decided to head North on the trail of footprints which Fez had discovered in the lush grasses. Ensuring our weapons were loose in their sheathes, we headed after Darl Zuethos’ band.</p><p></p><p>.oOo.</p><p></p><p>We headed away from the forests across a vast plain and up into the highlands, with Fez, our tracker, telling us that we were perhaps 6 hours behind those we were pursuing. The land became craggier, and eventually the tracks stopped amidst thick vegetation which rose around us as the ground plunged into a deep valley. The far end of the valley rose sharply into cliffs, but the intervening two and a half miles were covered with phenomenally thick and lush vegetation and from every plant protruded hundreds of vicious barbed thorns. Experimentally, Fez pushed at the closest of the thorn bushes. He pulled his arm away covered in scratches and lacerations.</p><p></p><p>We decided to bypass the thorns completely, and Endo cast another of his transfiguration spells, transforming both himself and his familiar into large green coloured dragons, and we mounted them before they took to the air, hurtling over the spike-filled valley.</p><p></p><p>.oOo.</p><p></p><p>On the other side, we could see a single cave some 30 feet above the thorns, from which rose a thick fugue of steam. The two dragons landed within the cave before transforming back into the half orc and his raven familiar. Once settled, we looked around to see that the cave was deep and wide, with three deep crevasses tearing through the floor from side to side as we looked deeper.</p><p></p><p>From each of these chasms poured vast quantities of incredibly hot steam, soaking us all through immediately. We discussed how to cross these three chasms to reach whatever might be in the darkness beyond – Flynne could make out a tremendously large creature which loomed in the darkness waiting for us – our challenge. </p><p></p><p>Janga cast a spell, and tones of stone suddenly formed across the first chasm making a perfect bridge over the sweltering heat of the steam. As Endo prepared a spell of his own, Flynne took sight with his bow and fired a single shot. Immediately, we all heard a low rumbling growl which echoed through the cave, and a cloud of fire-flecked smoke surrounded us all. Yelling in surprise, we scattered, and then Endo completed the words for his spell. </p><p></p><p>Peering through the steam and the smoke, we could see that the steam was parted on either sides of an unseen platform.</p><p></p><p>Ignoring the smoke, Flynne stood within it all and found the range of the creature, firing arrow after arrow towards it, and the Fez hurtled across the three magical bridges, yelling in fury as he went. </p><p></p><p>Through the fumes, I could see Fez running in with his axe raised, and the vast creature lowered its head, practically spitting the savage on one of a pair of massive pale tusks. Fez struck the creature once with a tremendous overhead blow, before it responded with a positive frenzy of tusks, claws and bites. Fez was torn limb from limb by the rending tearing creature in a riot of gore.</p><p></p><p>Aghast, we paused before leaping into action, fighting for our very survival. Endo cast a spell to try and blind it, but it shook the spell off. A second spell from the half orc brought Fez’s body flying back to our feet.</p><p></p><p>In a blur of motion, the creature leapt across the crevasses, covering the distance between us in a matter of seconds, pouncing on Flynne.</p><p></p><p>Under the effects of a potion of flight, Janga swooped down and dragged the scaled elf away, before Endo launched a dark ray of enfeeblement at it – the huge form sagged under the magics. The half orc then cast a second spell, and a crashing bolt of lightning blasted between the monstrous abomination and my necromancer friend. He had targeted himself with his own magics to ensure that the bolt would focus onto his intended target.</p><p></p><p>As it roared in annoyance at the lightning bolt, Flynne continued to pepper it with arrows from a short distance. I stood near it whilst chanting encouragement, and the beast charged at Endo, stabbing him deeply with one of its massive tusks. To my left, Janga cast a powerful spell of restoration on Flynne, and brought him back towards me and the creature.</p><p></p><p>Face to face with the creature, Endo hesitated, giving me a second to cast a powerful spell of invisibility on Flynne; and flickering in and out of sight he fired a series of arrows deeply into the monster’s flanks. </p><p></p><p>Endo pointed, and his outstretched finger turned skeletal for an instant – the green ray shattered on the beast’s mystical protections. Turning, he dashed away to join the rest of us, and as he went his side was torn open by one of the razor sharp tusks.</p><p></p><p>The beast then leapt high into the air, landing amidst us and sending us sprawling to the floor. Janga cast a curative spell on the mage, whilst I sang a final song of encouragement, and with massive preparation lavished on him he fired four more arrows which sank to their fletchings into the beast. </p><p></p><p>With a towering crash, it collapsed to the floor.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Eccles, post: 3861602, member: 5675"] Once we had taken in the beach we had landed on, we headed towards the broken boat, but Flynne and Fez were both distracted by movement on the bluff above us. I didn’t realise what was going on initially, as Fez’s exaggerated movements were still alien to me. Since drinking the third of the potions which we had found in Ilthane’s lair he had grown to over six feet in height, and the Halfling (usually so dextrous and nimble in his movements) was struggling with limbs which had stretched to twice their previous length and he was frequently treading on his immense feet. Eventually, however, I realised that he was looking up at movement on the rocks above us, and peering in the same direction I could see a group of ten hulking orcs clutching weapons and looking back down at us. We hesitated before launching an attack, and I shouted a greeting to the orcs in their own language. “Me Grogriss Spliteye,” yelled their bow armed leader. “We bring others here, and they leave us alone. We try to follow them inland, but we were stopped by rocks with ropes.” “It is possible we could get you to safety,” I yelled back. “My companions have considerable spells and they might be able to use them for you if you can give us what we need. Tell us of the people you brought here.” The orc considered for a moment, then called back down. “Agreed. We brought a human here, with others. A strange bird woman with a knife and a clever crossbow, two… what is your word… monks named Dalagar and Sabir Sinfire. There was also the Flaming One.” His description of a tall winged Horned Devil filled us all (except Fez) with concern. Having told the orcs that we would be back in a few hours and secreted them all in a small portal summoned up by Endo awaiting our return. We then headed up the beach, where we saw a series of badly weather beaten and crumbling walls, which still reached some 20 to 30 feet over our heads in places. Looking left to right, we could see that the maze of walls reached from one side of the small island to the other. Having cast a carefully chosen array of spells, we picked our way inland, and towards the very centre of the ‘maze’, we found a sudden array of stalagmites dotted around the rocky floor. Many of them had complex runes carvesd into them, and crystals sprouting from their sides. The runes were written in druidic, the only language for which I had been unable to find a teacher, and so Janga cast a spell to allow him to read them. He bent to look at the runes, whilst I stood looking at the sky trying to figure out how so many stalagmites had formed in the middle of nowhere. Fez was off to one side, Flynne was hiding somewhere whilst Endo was clinging to a wall taking advantage of his new cloak of the spiders. Suddenly, several of the stalagmites burst into action. Massive flailing tendrils burst forth and began to lash at us. I could see some substance on the writhing limbs, which seemed to lash out at each of us intending to grab and draw us towards the crystalline maws which had opened on 6 of the stalagmites. The air was filled with the flailing ropes, and they slapped down madly onto myself and my colleagues. And slid straight off again, thanks to the layer of protective warding which Janga had carefully placed onto us before we headed inland. Drawing my crossbow from the recesses of a very deep bag, I began firing shot after shot into the creatures, whilst Fez smashed at them with his heavy axe. Within the space of a minute or two, the air was still and the ground was covered in a thick layer of crystalline rubble and ichor. .oOo. We pushed on through the maze, and after walking for a minute or two I stopped abruptly – Janga clattered into my back and demanded to know why I’d halted. Pointing at a wall directly in front of me as I peered through my glasses, I announced, “That wall there – it’s loaded with powerful magic, illusionary unless I miss my guess.” We all concentrated hard on the wall, trying to figure out the trick before stepping reluctantly through the solid-seeming surface. Beyond was a still-warm campfire and a single bedroll in which Flynne found a couple of small dark feathers. We immediately drew weapons and started looking around for a hidden kenku attacker. Seeing nothing, our march continued with more caution. Flynne crept forwards, and within a few moments we could see his arm (which blended almost perfectly with a bush) indicating that he had heard something. We moved up to join him but could hear nothing as Flynne leapt off into the undergrowth to his right, firing arrows as he went. From beyond a wall I could hear the thump of one of his arrows striking flesh as Flynne shouted “it’s invisible!” The rogue then dashed towards the unseen foe, his arms outstretched as a series of small bolts whipped past him. As he grunted once, I crumpled a scroll between my hands and flung it towards the foe and it transformed into a glowing mass of dust which settled around the invisible form of the crossbow armed kenku woman. Clearly visible, she croaked a short few words and disappeared from sight once again. “Teleported,” grunted Endo in frustration, and we all stood back to back with our weapons raised for several seconds before breaking into a jog through the maze away from our previous position. .oOo. We emerged from the high stone walls without further incident, where we could see a black stone circular pedestal shaped like a disk set into the floor. Around the lip of this obsidian were three deep eye-shaped pits whose centre were missing. Janga squatted to read the words which entwined these symbols, announcing that they said “Return my eyes to me and I shall gaze through the storm”. Endo and I took turns to examine the pedestal, and I started to tickle the enchantments around it; my [i]clair de lunettes[/i] helping me identify where to inject tiny slivers of mystical power and where to draw the item’s focus. Within the space of a minute or so I had it, and the entire pedestal suddenly thrummed with potency. The centre of the disk was suddenly filled with a door-shaped portal. Behind me, Fez suddenly looked deeply uncomfortable and started to edge away. “What’s wrong,” I asked him and he continued to back away from the portal as he replied. “Dunno. I just don’t wanna be here any more. Need to get back to the beach.” I smiled at the recently resized pygmy as I told him, “If you absolutely can’t stay here, there is another option.” As he nodded, I carried on. “I could cast a spell to get you straight back to the beach in a heartbeat, if you’re content to go that way.” He agreed in a heartbeat, and I cast the spell to whisk us both away from the spot we were standing, and as we went through my glittering door there was a tiny instant where Fez realised that my [i]dimension door[/i] opened a quarter of an inch away from the dark portal and we both passed through it in turn. .oOo. On the other side, Fez was pale and screaming in agony, clutching his stomach as pain wracked him. Janga and I produced curative wands and helped him recover before we looked to our surroundings. We stood on the edge of a dense forest, from which came a cacophony of noise from insects, birds and a strange green glow which faded in and out of sight as it went behind trees. Away in the opposite direction lay a range of mountains, with lightning crashing down towards the peaks. From the forest four tall armoured figures stepped out towards us. Each of them had a long pole thrusting skywards from its back, and at the top of each pole flapped a banner. Each banner was a different colour; one the red of fire, the second the brown and grey of rock and earth. The third was a pale sky blue patterned with lines of wind whilst the last was the deeper blue/green of water. One stepped slightly ahead of the others and spoke. “I am Tylanthros, guardian of this realm. We protect the secrets of this island from all trespassers. You have mastered the portal of storms, and therefore must be brave, but it remains to be seen if you belong here at all. Why have you come to Last Resort?” “We have come to your realm to thwart the plans of Darl Zuethos and prevent the second coming of the Age of Worms,” I answered, and there was a short pause before Tilagos spoke again. “You seek the Fountain,” he told us. If the waters are consumed, the secrets of this place will be undone. The powers kept from the world will be released, and the great creatures of legend imprisoned here on this isle shall be unleashed upon the Material Plane once more. You say you are heroes? This remains to be seen. Accomplish four tasks and prove yourselves to be the heroes of old returned. “The Fountain of Dreams shall know those destined for its gifts in but one way. It will know them by the Trials of Tilagos. Survive these trials, and you may slake your thirst on what you seek. Fail, and Last Resort shall be your grave. I am Tylanthros, and the first trial is the Claiming of Krathanos’ Golden Belt.” “I am Beskawahn,”, said the next figure, “and the second trial is the Silence of the Doomshroud’s Mournful Song.” The third spoke, “I am Thadimar, and the third trial is the Death of the Thorn Vale Nightmare.” Finally, the last creature spoke, “I am Sayren-Lei, and the final trial is the Harvest of the Living Feather of the Roc King.” “Return here once the trials are complete,” said Tylanthros, and the four figures faded back into the edge of the thick woods. “Wait,” I cried after them. “Will you not aid us in thwarting the one who claimed the arm of Vecna? Do you fear nothing of handing such knowledge to a cleric of evil?” The tall figures turned, and Tylanthos intoned, “We are not interested in such concerns. We are neutral.” And with that, they were gone. .oOo. After a short discussion, we looked around for a clue as to where to head, and eventually decided to head North on the trail of footprints which Fez had discovered in the lush grasses. Ensuring our weapons were loose in their sheathes, we headed after Darl Zuethos’ band. .oOo. We headed away from the forests across a vast plain and up into the highlands, with Fez, our tracker, telling us that we were perhaps 6 hours behind those we were pursuing. The land became craggier, and eventually the tracks stopped amidst thick vegetation which rose around us as the ground plunged into a deep valley. The far end of the valley rose sharply into cliffs, but the intervening two and a half miles were covered with phenomenally thick and lush vegetation and from every plant protruded hundreds of vicious barbed thorns. Experimentally, Fez pushed at the closest of the thorn bushes. He pulled his arm away covered in scratches and lacerations. We decided to bypass the thorns completely, and Endo cast another of his transfiguration spells, transforming both himself and his familiar into large green coloured dragons, and we mounted them before they took to the air, hurtling over the spike-filled valley. .oOo. On the other side, we could see a single cave some 30 feet above the thorns, from which rose a thick fugue of steam. The two dragons landed within the cave before transforming back into the half orc and his raven familiar. Once settled, we looked around to see that the cave was deep and wide, with three deep crevasses tearing through the floor from side to side as we looked deeper. From each of these chasms poured vast quantities of incredibly hot steam, soaking us all through immediately. We discussed how to cross these three chasms to reach whatever might be in the darkness beyond – Flynne could make out a tremendously large creature which loomed in the darkness waiting for us – our challenge. Janga cast a spell, and tones of stone suddenly formed across the first chasm making a perfect bridge over the sweltering heat of the steam. As Endo prepared a spell of his own, Flynne took sight with his bow and fired a single shot. Immediately, we all heard a low rumbling growl which echoed through the cave, and a cloud of fire-flecked smoke surrounded us all. Yelling in surprise, we scattered, and then Endo completed the words for his spell. Peering through the steam and the smoke, we could see that the steam was parted on either sides of an unseen platform. Ignoring the smoke, Flynne stood within it all and found the range of the creature, firing arrow after arrow towards it, and the Fez hurtled across the three magical bridges, yelling in fury as he went. Through the fumes, I could see Fez running in with his axe raised, and the vast creature lowered its head, practically spitting the savage on one of a pair of massive pale tusks. Fez struck the creature once with a tremendous overhead blow, before it responded with a positive frenzy of tusks, claws and bites. Fez was torn limb from limb by the rending tearing creature in a riot of gore. Aghast, we paused before leaping into action, fighting for our very survival. Endo cast a spell to try and blind it, but it shook the spell off. A second spell from the half orc brought Fez’s body flying back to our feet. In a blur of motion, the creature leapt across the crevasses, covering the distance between us in a matter of seconds, pouncing on Flynne. Under the effects of a potion of flight, Janga swooped down and dragged the scaled elf away, before Endo launched a dark ray of enfeeblement at it – the huge form sagged under the magics. The half orc then cast a second spell, and a crashing bolt of lightning blasted between the monstrous abomination and my necromancer friend. He had targeted himself with his own magics to ensure that the bolt would focus onto his intended target. As it roared in annoyance at the lightning bolt, Flynne continued to pepper it with arrows from a short distance. I stood near it whilst chanting encouragement, and the beast charged at Endo, stabbing him deeply with one of its massive tusks. To my left, Janga cast a powerful spell of restoration on Flynne, and brought him back towards me and the creature. Face to face with the creature, Endo hesitated, giving me a second to cast a powerful spell of invisibility on Flynne; and flickering in and out of sight he fired a series of arrows deeply into the monster’s flanks. Endo pointed, and his outstretched finger turned skeletal for an instant – the green ray shattered on the beast’s mystical protections. Turning, he dashed away to join the rest of us, and as he went his side was torn open by one of the razor sharp tusks. The beast then leapt high into the air, landing amidst us and sending us sprawling to the floor. Janga cast a curative spell on the mage, whilst I sang a final song of encouragement, and with massive preparation lavished on him he fired four more arrows which sank to their fletchings into the beast. With a towering crash, it collapsed to the floor. [/QUOTE]
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