FitzTheRuke
Legend
Hawthorne could not hit with his quarrel, it went off somewhere into the moss. Still, he fared better than Crock Jon, who was holding himself upright using the moss-covered cavern wall for support, and openly weeping (though he hadn't quite noticed it).
Cairn lumbered forward and slammed his fist into the murky pool, but the wrinkled old meenlock simply popped back up as the water slid back after having sloshed out into the drier, but still damp moss around its edge.
Finally, Ethian directed his floating weapon to strike, and it caught the Meenlock as the withered old thing tried to duck once more into the moss. Then the elf sent a searing light that burned the flesh of the bug-eyed fey creature. Unfortunately for Crock Jon (as if he weren't having enough problems, the creature reached out to him with a psychic link, and the half-orc felt the pain that the Meenlock was experiencing, as if it was his own.
Cairn lumbered forward and slammed his fist into the murky pool, but the wrinkled old meenlock simply popped back up as the water slid back after having sloshed out into the drier, but still damp moss around its edge.
Finally, Ethian directed his floating weapon to strike, and it caught the Meenlock as the withered old thing tried to duck once more into the moss. Then the elf sent a searing light that burned the flesh of the bug-eyed fey creature. Unfortunately for Crock Jon (as if he weren't having enough problems, the creature reached out to him with a psychic link, and the half-orc felt the pain that the Meenlock was experiencing, as if it was his own.
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