Text by Paul O'Connor, Dungeon Master
Remind Arthur the magic-users need their rest, next time ... the plucky rogue may easily have gotten in over his head by exploring the dwarven armory at bed time.
It was bad enough even Sommpher had to mobilize for battle, setting aside his evening prayers, and disappointing Farrah ("He IS a shy one, isn't he?")
But up in the armory, it was on -- flying swords, living rugs, and descending from above with supreme arrogance, a finely-wrought helmed horror of living dwarven armor.
Arthur threw himself on the living armor's shoulders, and gave it his all, but only his elven dagger found purchase, and that only slightly.
Khostov got more than he bargained for with his mage hand gag, and his magic missiles failed to blunt the magic armor's progress, though thunderwave was still money in the bank.
But it really was Blah's Big Day, slicing flying swords asunder with his own vorpal blade, and chasing that hovering suit of armor around with a will, hacking and frothing in fine form.
The battle may well have gone on all day, but for Blah scoring a critical hit and decapitating the living armor. The helmet flew across the room and sounded like a paint bucket when it hit the floor; the light faded. Alas!
Now free to explore the room at leisure, our heroes found all the mundane gear they could use, and a few magical items as well, including a powerful spell scroll for Khostov, and a powerful set of playing pipes that put everyone in the mind of Jethro Tull!
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