Jingzel sat in the shelter of a ruined archway breathing hard..'By Ozziak's balls!' he swore, 'That was hard!'.
Jingzel was the sole survivor of his band.. every single one of them.. including his apprentice, Dax.. had fallen to those Vapour snakes.. there were so many of them.. and they just kept coming. Dax had undoubtedly saved his life, casting Curse and Blinding Light spells with ease, whilst his own magic failed him. Maybe it was panic. Yet somehow, he alone had made it past those damned serpents, and the two constructs guarding the door. He recalled the two thugs he'd only hired last week, going down to the endless snake attacks and groaned as he remembered the treasure they'd dropped.. nothing he could do now.
Nothing but return to the camp before dark, raise another band and carry on!
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| Writhing Fumes scenario from the Perilous Dark book |
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Jingzel and his band
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| Wulfred leads a group of thugs into yet another Vapour snake |
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| A zombie raised by Jingzel fights alongside Helga in the alleyway |
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| Wulfred leads the way |
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| The party approach the doorway, Dax blinding the constructs |
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| Helga, having lost the zombie, accompanies a raised Imp |
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| Jingzel failing to cast spells, looking for an exit |
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| Certain death awaits the party |
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| A rare moment of triumph when Ragnuld hits a construct hard with one shot |
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