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![]() Eh?? Where did you slip off to, you little wretch? No matter.... More pressing matters are evident.... Must first deal with your companions.... Then, I shall find you, and make a nice stew.... The wizard casts another spell (false life).... He calls out loudly for aid: NEIRA!! LUCRETIA!! COME!! THERE ARE INTRUDERS!! ![]()
![]() Pinned against the large desk by the hulking tengu, the wizard shrieks as Yingzen's blade marks a bloody X in his flesh! But he still stands.... He tries to concentrate through the searing pain of his wounds.... Concentration check vs DC 25 to cast defensively while Yingzen threatens him.... 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (18) + 16 = 34 succeeds! The Devil Ray of Cthulhu utters an incantation and gestures at Yingzen.... Fortitude save DC 20, Yingzen.... Or be transformed into a rabbit via baleful polymorph! ![]()
![]() A mental alarm rings in the Devil Ray's head, startling him as he is struggling to decipher the cryptic verses in the old tome.... Eh? What's this? Someone disturbs my studies? Who would be so brazen? Someone who wants to end up as my next zombie butler, that's who! The wizard looks over his shoulder, peering into the shadows outside his doorway.... Perception 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (7) + 4 = 11 |