"Dude! Get out of the fridge!"
"No way! This stuff is wondrous! I've never had such a delicacy!"
"You're eating mayonnaise straight from the jar! Forget it - you can keep it. Hey, where's your bow?"
"What bow?"
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...and with that, Columbo winds up to whack the elf. And disappears...
Doomsinger yells at the elf, asking where the dwarf went, and spooky elf just says, "I've showed him a possibility..." They guy is really starting to be a pain.
Whatever, I'm gonna take pot shots at those undead over in the corner.
Doom swings at the elf - because that what he does. Dremont gets a good smite in. I shoot an arrow off into the dark somewhere. With that, the elf, obviously intimidated by our martial prowess, poofs! out of there. Dremont finds a card that he dropped, and likewise poofs away.
Damnit, now we need to find two new dwarves. I scramble onto the pedestal where the elf was standing, see what's left, if anything. Sure enough, a card. Big surprise. It has four figures on it, obviously your favorite heroes. Images of two, the dwarves, seem to be fading away. Great. Doomsinger is getting antsy, he doesn't care for this magical mystery tour.
Ok, magic magic magic. What does it do - how do I turn this around, get the dwarves back? This card has time magic, so they may be when as much as where... Hmm, if I could turn back time. Oh well, can't hurt. I flip the card.
Two rifts open, and spit out a pair of dwarves. Woohoo! I am magic!
The rifts stay open. And a demon follows Columbo. Boo, I'm not magic enough.
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| You're as cold as ice... |
The thing crawls out, freezing ground and stone around it. We attack. Dremont's god lets him down. I try to cast a spell but the bow thinks otherwise, and we end up wrestling. My arrow goes straight up, comes down, and plonks Dremont on his helmet. The demon screams at us, and most of us are having a bad case of the screaming meemies. We soldier on, getting in some hits, and the demon takes flight, leaving some bad gas behind. Now were barfing, as well. Except Dremont. He seems to enjoy the bouquet. Finally we make it dead, and Dremont collects a few gems left when the thing dissolved away. Viz, good for making magic, or making magic stronger.
Oh yeah, there's a second rift. Forgot about that. A stony hand reaches out, followed by the rest of the giant. Undead, that is. Doomsinger does a flying leap at the thing, slips, and tumbles away, losing his axe. We really need to work on our skills. I feel the bow's control slip from my mind, and I'm back, baby... Magic missile this, dead giant!
The giant whacks Doomboy, and his armor goes to pieces. Second time today. Bad habit. At least the giant slips and falls. Columbo tries some nutshots at the giant, but only manages to annoy it. Doomy tries to knock it back down, but just bounces off... We keep whittling at it. Or chipping.
Dremont finally remembers that he can turn undead and tells it to go away. Which seems to work. The thing turns, with Columbo and Doom whacking at it. The giant disappears back thru the rift.
The rifts remain. The dwarves mention where they "were" while they disappeared. Dremont said he was back in the Komor Forest at the Northman King's tomb, and Columbo was off on some distant shore with coffins. But he brought back another sweet mithril coin, at least.
Fine, now we have no elf and two rifts. What a day this has been.
We arise from the depths back into the Harrow District. A band of skeletons are fighting a feral hog, and not doing too well. So everything is back to normal. Dremont shoos them off, and Columbo decides not to go after the hog, for a change.
Back to the Guild of Arcane Knowledge. Mr. Doom decides he has other places to be. Columbo is accosted by a noncy dwarf who smells the mithril he's carrying. Chap claims that it was stolen from him. We know better, especially Columbo, who gives him a good cuffing. The fellow runs off trailing a hail of threats and sends a lackey to pester Columbo. Columbo, likewise, gives the toady the bum's rush out of the Guild. So rude.
While the mages call for their boss, Leticia, I drop off this bow I found to the guys in storage. They take it with heavy gloves and give me the stinkeye, for some reason.
We give Leticia the news (no elf, two rifts...). She rolls here eyes and leaves.
I guess it could have gone worse... But hey, we have three mithril coins. For now.
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The night's debacle, here...
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