Mr. Pitch hops on the ground around the fallen cleric and looks up inquisitively at the woman in the cage.
"Em..hello? Are you alright, miss?"
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Mr. Pitch pecks at the retreating cleric.
Mr. Pitch's pecks were not very effective.
Mr. Pitch flies to the retreating cleric gives him such a becking!
Mr. Pitch's chest glows again with Mystra's holy symbol, as the raven casts command on the opposing cleric.
"One moment, please." The intelligent raven again spreads his wings and the holy symbol of Mystra can be seen glowing purple, then a flash of bright light erupts from the bird.
The raven pecks at the black goblin, hoping to have the same effect as the last.
"Ugh! So many enemies that I don't have attack spells for!" Mr. Pitch lamented as he assists the quasit.
Mr. Pitch tuts concerning the defacement of knowledge. The raven gingerly follows the talking ferret, peering around the corner.
"Through an act of faith, I was able to channel a minut amount of energy from my goddess, Mystra", Mr. Pitch said in a humble yet still condescending manner.
Mr. Pitch spreads his wings as the glowing symbol of Mystra radiates from his chest as he channels divine energy to destroy the undead.
"Aaaaaah!" The crows shrieks as his attempts to peak the eyes out of the monk.
The intelligent raven flies up near the ceiling, spreading his wings and begins to glow with an arcane radiance. Arcane Beacon (Sp)
"Mheehah! Stop! To your left. I think there's a door there."
"There, there." Mr. Pitch said, trying to console the quasit. "We shall find them."
"Goodness!" Mr. Pitch said in shock at the use of such powerful magic.
Mr. Pitch finds a small pebble in the hallway, and casts light on it. The raven picks up the light-infused pebble and drop it at Spirit's feet.
Giant:
"Meals come later." Mr. Pitch barked in Giant. Then the raven looked to the others in disbelieve that gambit worked.
With eyes darting around, thinking of something constructive, Mr. Pitch does a bit of acting.
Giant: "Quiet! Go back to sleep! Everything's fine."
Mr. Pitch's black eyes widen with recognition. "It's a giant!" The raven whispered to those near him.
"Be careful, Mheenah. I heard something out there", Mr. Pitch whispered after the quasit.
"Oh no." Mr. Pitch flies down to get a better look.
"Is everyone alright?" Mr. Pitch asked.
Mr. Pitch flies behind the others toward the temple.
"Sound idea, Spirit", Mr. Pitch said surprised. "Let's go."
Mr. Pitch continues to harass the lizardmen.
Mr. Pitch begins to attack one of the other frightened lizardmen but miss.
"Blast it! I'm not [u]made[/u] for fist-i-cuffs!"
Do we need to keep making the Fort save if we have made it the previous round?
Mr. Pitch's first thought is to summon monster, but figures it too would have to resist the lizardmen's smell. So the feathery cleric of goddess of magic attempt to attack.
Annoyed, Mr. Pitch follows the quasit.
"I suppose," sighed the raven, getting tired of Spirit's antics.
The raven looks around. "Damn, he's too quiet sometimes."
To the temple!
"The world may flatten him, if he's not careful", Mr. Pitch agrees.
Hi all. I was dumb and split Gatorade on my laptop. It's in for repairs until next week. So I won't be able to effectively post until then. Sorry.
"When I scouted the forest, I did not find any elves, but a possible druid living alone in the woods. Perhaps he knows where the elves or our Masters have gone?"
Mr. Pitch follows the quasit with reservations of leaving the undead functional, but complies with the group.
Mr. Pitch pecks at the large snake, but was unable to breach it's scales.
"It wouldn't be out of the realm of possibility", Mr. Pitch concedes.
The raven follows the weasel and quasit.
"Shall I start referring to you as an imp?" Mr.Pitch asks impertinently. "No. Then shut up."
"Raven!" Mr. Pitch caws loudly. But then goes silent, considering this new possibility. "Oh Goddess, I hope not."
Mr. Pitch rejoins the others to see them over the body of a massive snake.
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