"This would have been handy and still might prove so."
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"Ah, a wand. Hopefully one of extinguishing. Let me look. Good thing you have an elf with you." The elf inspects the wand hoping to find a command word.
"What happened? Well, I am saving your sorry butts once more. That's what's happening."
"There we go. Your brother is confused. He'll snap out of it soon I think."
Drizzle give a potion the the two unconscious members of the group. He hides the brandy.
"Humph, well I've saved your human skins once again it seems. While you all sleep it off I'll search the room."
Against his better judgement, Drizzle breaks the glass with a weapon pommel.
If Drizzle can spare a moment from rescuing his party he will hazard a glance out the window.
"Ha! Yessss! the shadows are----" The room erupts in flames. "Ho! Holy Sh----" "Get them out, quick grab red, I'll get the cleric. And look around we might be burning up all the good loot damn it!" Drizzle starts to drag the cleric out.
"Take out the candles!" Drizzle throws a flask of oil at the remaining candles.
Drizzle casts Magic missile at the injured shadow.
"Blue, we need light!"
"Ah ha, a Harp of Discord I've heard of those, but it's been decades." The elf says obviously quite pleased with himself. "However, I can't seem to recall what one needs to do to make it wear off."
The elf admires the dragon skeleton. "That is novel. Oh alright, it's pretty darned impressive. This human has a dragon skeleton. That's not something you see everyday . . . In human lairs."
The elf motions to the staff on the wall. "Is this trapped? Or is it safe for me to pull it down?"
"I may indeed be able to use that, depending, too bad our original wizard chose to abandon our fellowship." The elf inspects the staff before he touches it.
Drizzle checks for secret passages and hidden doors.
Drizzle makes an overhand chop at the winged assailant with a flourish out of his scabbard.
"Tiger coming down the mountain meets the kissing crane at sunset. Perfectly executed I might add, and I do."
Drizzle sees the demon like nature of the assailant and deems him worthy of a spell. "Skizzot!"
"Take that fiend!"
The elf elbows him in the ribs. "That one was so bad it could kill the living. Let the thief concentrate."
"Uh, we are ill equipped to fight a ghost." The elf whispers.
"That's a nice looking brush too. I could use it on my flowing locks if no one objects?" If no one does Drizzle will take the brush.
"Well she won't be needing that." The elf picks up the ring. "Don't look at me like that Robious. She's dead, like actually dead dead now. Maybe we'll find her next of kin or something . . . and if not we can sell it for healing potions, for the good of the living."
"Well that was weird. . . It's like she tried to gesture or something. Was that even an attack. Strange." "Now I'm weirded out, let's kill it and move on."
Drizzle attempts to slash the zombie with his sword. AC 7
"First the butler, now the maid, next the cook?"
"It appears your kin was not interested in paying a living wage to his employees!" The elf quips as he sends an arrow at the zombie's head.
"These zombies prove difficult to hit. I think we are targeting where we think they will move to rather than where they actually are."
Drizzle snaps off a shot from his bow.
"Egads! It's shielded from missile weapons!"
"Let me look at that." Drizzle examines the cloak Blue was holding.
"How convenient, one red, one blue."
"Careful! Some of those may be potions. Allow an elf to see." Drizzle checks to see if they might be magical concoctions.
"Doesn't it bother anyone else that there is a fire burning in your abandoned house?" Drizzle peers about.
The elves sharp eyes take in the sight of the abandoned house. "Home of a once powerful wizard. Check." "Immense resources needed to build this place and defeat death. Check." "Large structure remains outwardly unoccupied despite the inferior housing opportunities offered by the nearby village. Check." "Creepy local legends. Check." "Increased likelihood of treasure inside. Check." "Let's check this place out."
"Tolb. The Village of Tolb. T-o-l-b, Tolb."
"Look, gems. Monetary rewards ladies and gentlemen, but I feel we have accomplished so much more. We have cleared this complex. Rooted out ancient and new evils alike, fulfilled an adventure started long ago and will provide proper rites to dead companions." "For my part I have learned a little humility. Caron, I would have died without your intervention. You were an inspiration to us all. You returned, persevered, and vanquished torments of your past." "Much respect sir, and my portion of the gems goes to you"
Drizzle walks in looking for secret doors or sliding walls. "This seems too good to be true."
"Save the speeches, the girl found another door and a room full of undead containers." The elf peers about ready to put an arrow into whatever moves that he dislikes. "But yes. We were quite formidable right then Blue. That battle was inspired."
Seeing Maud out of position, Drizzle looses another arrow. "Reap your reward, spawn or Orcus!"
The elf draws the bowstring to the corner of him mouth and looses at the robed figure.
"Yes! My elven arrows have penetrated his magics!"
"Orcs! My immortal enemy! But, best to drop those with magic first, you can never be too careful you know!" Drizzle targets the black robed man with his bow then lets fly.
"Black magic! He obviously has some sort of impenetrable shield up. Did you see what it did to my arrow?!"
Drizzle gasps as he sees the ghoul rise up out of its sarcofigus. "Harabrim-Zeir!" He shouts as a glowing arrow of force streaks unerringly towards its target!
Drizzle takes his bow out and peers down the hallway. "Well we can't sit here all day, if the thief won't look I will."
Guys I live in El Cajon, CA. I am totally in, but things are crazy.
Drizzle cuts and thrusts! ac8
Into the air hoping to impress the undead with his elven sword form.
Drizzle executes the identical combat routine with the same resulting lack of effectiveness.
Drizzle deftly darts and cuts among the undead.
But his display serves no combat purpose and the skeletons are clearly unimpressed.
"Ghaw! What the hell was that Cleric?! Aren't they supposed to run or crumble away to dust?!" Drizzle attacks with his sword.
Drizzle used his gift of elven sight to look for possible threats and secret doors and passageways.
Drizzle's keen eyes search for secret doors and rooms.
"They can probably smell the liquor on your breath anyway. Lets keep a look out for any more spiders . . . or centipedes . . . always seems to be centipedes in the first level of basic dungeons and---oh good, the thief is moving on again."
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