On The Offensive

“Erin! Duck!” Tomas shouted at the paladin to try to get out of his line of fire, but she was bobbing and weaving, struggling to avoid all four arms of the Gargoyle Brute attacking her; she couldn’t also worry about Tomas’ position in the three-dimensional combat. Cursing under his breath, Tomas started shooting around her, shifting his own altitude as she and her attacker danced in mid-air. His first two arrows flew wildly over the Brute’s head. The third narrowly missed striking Erin. Taking a deep breath, he fired again, and the arrow sank into the gargoyle’s side. With a screech, its wings stopped flapping, and it tumbled end-over-end to the rocky shoreline below them.

The Curse of Scarwall

“Shit! More ghost things!” Jax cried from the top of the stairs. They’d ascended to the top floor of the War Tower, and the dark room at the top of the stairs had appeared empty when he’d first entered. But with an eerie moan, four spectral figures had appeared out of the walls and were floating towards him, bony hands outstretched.

War Tower of Power

Jax gaped at the horse-sized hound that had just sunk its flaming fangs into Nat. Erin was still battling something in the next room, and now this monstrosity had leaped up the stairs from the level below. They’d come into Castle Scarwall’s war tower expecting to find someone who might be willing to help them, but now it seemed they might be slaughtered before they got past its entryway. Unsure what else to do, he cast Haste, figuring his friends could use all the help they could get.

Dragon Times Call for Drastic Measures

“Get ready! Whoever was shooting at us will probably come out after us!” The tenebrous worms they’d fought were still twitching, but Erin had rushed back to the doors they’d come in through, peering out through the crack between them and expecting attackers to rush out of the castle at any moment. But a minute passed, and then another with no onslaught of foes appearing in the castle courtyard.