Slain by Elf

'You could write a note in Dwarven, maybe using Pasha's blood.' 'Or a novel perhaps.' 'An epic novel, in three volumes, plus appendices.' 'Just the one appendix, I would think.'

Whilst we're in the mine, Pasha wants to take advantage of the opportunity it presents. 'Can I take 20 to search the rock face for gems?' 'Okay, you can take 20 to find them, but how will you take them?' 'I'm taking 20.' 'And that helps by...?' '...finding the ones that are ready to fall […]

Rather than the four of us attack a massive encampment directly, our dwarf companion suggests instead we enter the nearby mines. 'I suspect some of my friends will be hiding in there. If we find them, they will only be too happy to help fight the occupying army.' In to the mines we go, and […]

'You enter a massive Dwarven underground city, held up by four huge columns...' 'If past experience is any guide, our plan should be to simultaneously explode all four columns to destroy the city.' 'Vorsum Brightarm, your Dwarf NPC companion, goes pale at that suggestion.' '...and comes up with a better plan for us?'

'I command my Axebeak to jump off the ledge and attack the Fire Giant!' 'Does your Axebeak have a fly speed?' 'It has a falling speed, if that helps.'

A guard appears on the ledge above us, some forty feet up. That poses a bit of a quandary for us, particularly as our baboon carrying a rope has disappeared. We have to quickly work out how to get enough of us up to the ledge before the guard can raise the alarm. Pasha can […]

'You see someone looking down at you. He looks surprised. But not surprised.' 'What?' 'He's surprised, but not surprised.' 'Yeah, that's not helpful.' 'He is not surprised, but he looks surprised.' 'Oh. Oh! So he's not surprised enough to give us a mechanical advantage, but you want to convey his emotional surprise at seeing us. […]

'You have successfully killed all the mushrooms!' 'Somehow, I don't feel particularly heroic.'

'There's no railing around this, so you'll have to be careful, Blaise.' 'Typical. Dwarves have never cared much about elven safety.'

Having gone down the dry well, we travel along its tunnel until we reach the end. Or an end, I suppose, and one that may turn us back, as a grate blocks our way and we're not really a party built on strength. Never the less, we probably ought to try to get through the […]