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by waysoftheearth » Wed Nov 07, 2012 3:03 am
waysoftheearth wrote:
"No spells that will go through a Halfling's backside," grumbles Dugel.
"I can hardly breath, or see," coughs Wendel, "and I am not accustomed to crawling upon my hands and knees through filth!"
Rufus shrugs off their complaints and pushes his torch into the first of the melon-sized wads of silk. The flame is subdued for a moment, but then the silk quickly takes and an impassable conflagration of flames shoots up all of a sudden, forcing Rufus to shield his face and back into his fellows as hard as he is able.
Those behind him complain bitterly of the inconvenience, and the acrid, choking smoke that churns all around them, threatening to suffocate.
Behind, Mads hears the Men working busily at getting someone out of his helm and mail, and worse yet... someone muttering that he has sighted them, and the distinct thwack of a crossbow being fired (1d20=19!) and scorching pain as a bolt penetrates him between the shoulders for (3dd=1,2,2) 4 hit points of damage.
Alas Mads II is slain by that fell missile.
[f=32]
Golgildir the Elf Medium (MV 12", AC 9, HD 1, hp 1/1, AL N) great cloak,
lantern; spells: color spray; scrolls: sleep, sleep, charm person
Hirelings: Georges;
torch[/f]