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The Lighting of the Death

Zook laughs heartily at Mathew's misfortune. That explains why my Dark Knowledge didn't work. I suppose its a really good thing I didnt try to cast cure light wounds as I thought I might. I am quite surprised I didnt figure that out... oh well.
 

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" Well, " says the changeling, " At least that means that cold steel is a reliable weapon when they attack, if Reveka's demonstration was not enough. "

Looking over the creature, he adds, " But if these things travel through that spirit realm, then we had better stay on our guard with weapons drawn at all times. Sooner or later they may figure out that announcing their presence is not a good idea... "
 


OOC: we are assuming Jack and Mathew convey these details to the others, correct? If so...

"Ethreal?" comments Rethlin. "I know little of such dimensions, but tracking them will no doubt be very difficult. What prayers or magics do we have between us to detect or foil ethreal creatures?"

OOC: 1st level spells probably don't have much that will give an advantage. The good stuff comes in the 2nd level lists. I'd say the tactics we used were pretty sound however, delay/ready and coordinate attacks.
 


Reveka gave Rethlin a nod of thanks for his healing, then prodded the creature's carcass again as the scholars discussed the beast. "Well, spirit or not, we've found a way to hurt them. I suppose next we must ask, what interest have they in chickens? Or in terrorizing the people of this neighborhood, but not other areas nearby? What is it that draws them to this place?"
 

Moggthegob said:
OOC: out of curiosity, maybe I was misunderstanding the situation alittle, did anything resembling hobgoblins accompany them?

Not to you, but to a sufficiently freaked out commoner with no levels in Knowledge: Arcana, perhaps.
 

Bill looks impressed and ready to take you to Mortimer Buntleby, Master Scrivener.
"Cor, that was amazin'!"
Reveka is clearly on his "buy them a beer" list.

"By hokey, we've got the roight people for the job 'ere, even if they do dress like toffs."
Bill thumps Mathew on the back.
"This proper scholard knew wot they was right off the bat! Garn, I wish I'd been to school more."
He chuckles, relieved.
"Just a beastie we can face with sword and steel, and we got the best sword-swinger in Sharn."
He grins at Reveka.
"Wish you'd been on our side during the War."

Bill's clearly ready to escort the party to a triumphant entrance with Mortimer Buntleby, Master Scrivener, whenever the party would like.
 

"Not that I don't enjoy being complimented, but now is not the time for celebration. We have destroyed these monsters but that doesn't mean there won't be more tomorrow. We have to find their motive for attacking."
 

Bill looks at Mathew blankly.
As might be expected from a vendor of roast chicken, the finer points of monster fighting are pretty much out of his ken.

Then it starts to rain.
 

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