02-12-2014, 04:23 PM
Your enemies yelp in grief, as two of their companions fell so swiftly. You are well prepared to do battle with them, but it seems they have had enough.
They lope off into the darkness.
In few minutes the effect of the spell wear off and you search the bodies at the light of the campfire. They are definitely Elves, but the palest Elves you ever saw. They wear dark grey robes, leather jerkins, short swords. Nothing you would swap with what you already wear, apart perhaps the boots, that look comfortable and silent, but are definitely too small for your feet.
You also discover 17 gold pieces in all and a golden statuette in the shape of a fist. The fingers are clenched around something that rattles as you pick up the golden trophy. Try as you might, you cannot unclench the fingers to reveal what lies within.
Will you take this? Who will carry it? How do you want to arrange for the rest of the night?
They lope off into the darkness.
In few minutes the effect of the spell wear off and you search the bodies at the light of the campfire. They are definitely Elves, but the palest Elves you ever saw. They wear dark grey robes, leather jerkins, short swords. Nothing you would swap with what you already wear, apart perhaps the boots, that look comfortable and silent, but are definitely too small for your feet.
You also discover 17 gold pieces in all and a golden statuette in the shape of a fist. The fingers are clenched around something that rattles as you pick up the golden trophy. Try as you might, you cannot unclench the fingers to reveal what lies within.
Will you take this? Who will carry it? How do you want to arrange for the rest of the night?
He's a real Nowhere man, sitting in his Nowhere land,
making all his Nowhere plans for Nobody.
making all his Nowhere plans for Nobody.