The Fall of Plaguestone


Galahad felt the impact of the man's fist against his armor. It didn't hurt, but it was rather annoying in the spur of the moment. He glanced at the attacker who was waving his hand around in front of him. Apparently, he'd caught one of the studs of Galahads armor on his knuckle. Served him right.

But this was getting out of hand. With a sigh, galahad pulled a vial from his bandoliers and mixed up a little surprise on the fly. Suddenly smoke came billowing out of the vial, filling a goodly portion of the room within moments. Knowing this would cause a bit of pandemonium, as people inevitably reacted in certain ways to smoke, he simply tucked himself into a corner to wait out the chaos.