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Bane's Bane

 
 

We found what looked to be an alter room of some sort occupied by a cleric and three fighters .. no problem. We  engaged them quickly, but before we were fully involved Ariana was back-stabbed by a hidden rogue, and just to make thing interesting, a large troll grew out of a very small box ... Problem.

It was a pitched battle for awhile, but after the fighters went down and we burned the troll (since they tend not to stay dead otherwise), we were able to focus on the rogue and cleric until they were finally and fully dispatched.

Taking advantage of the sudden lack of opponents, we sucked healing potions like water. But the respite was short lived as Whiff yelled out that Hootie heard people coming. He (that is Hootie ... not Whiff) swooped into the room and we closed the door.

TRAPPED!

Hootie said that they were humanoid monsters of some kind. Kaldes immediate yells out his contempt of these monsters and all their kith and kin. He then went on to extol the virtues of The Myriad Veritas, remarking on our skills as habitual defeaters of evil. Of course, being a man of few words (as least few big words) it came out as "I hate monsters ... Let's kill them."

Not disagreeing with his sentiments, we threw open the doors and surprise two of them. We made short work of them but not before the large wagon contraption they'd hauled into the corridor began spewing burning oil on me. Some of the others may have been hit as well, but I was too busy dropping and rolling to see.

Once the smoke cleared -- YUCK! I hate the smell of burning hair ... especially my own. It'll take weeks to get my goatee back to its previous well shaped splendor -- Anyway, once the smoke cleared, I saw that someone had closed the doors again and blocked it with with the remaining bodies.

It looked like Mar got a bit singed, but otherwise, everyone seemed okay

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