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Spugnoir also helps. He voices his thoughts. "These two respect the circle of life. They served us all and wish to continue to do so. They will live in in servitude, by nourishing what is to come after them. "
Goblin 3 misses. Spugnoir fires a bolt into goblin 3 and loads another.
Spunoir removes a small cross bow from his holster and loads a bolt into it.
Spugnoir runs up to a spot near Furnok. He scans the others and notes the distance he is from the clerics and the paladin.
Spugnoir raises a hand and begins walking forward. He speaks through clenched teeth, some arcane phrase. " जादू मिसाइल"
Spell:
Magic Missile A beam of bright red flashes from Spugnoirs outstretched hand. It concentrates into a fist sized sphere and rockets toward goblin 1. The orb hits the beast in the chest area. The goblin squeals like a piglet as steam and smoke erupt from it's torso.
Spugnoir grasps a medallion and chants a long monosyllabic sound. Small yet bright flames erupt from his hands. The halos of fire race along his arms, then across his torso. They remain about the size of bracelets, but rapidly spin across his whole body. They return to his wrist area and snuff out. As they extinguish, a fiery glow flashes about him then stops. Spell: mage armor
Spugnoir just sits at the table, watching everyone else. He seems quite confident. After the paladin leaves and Furnok goes upstairs he begins to casually stand up. He runs his hands through is hair, attempting to finger comb it. His fingertips stop short and meticulously separate any stray hairs from his horns. |
