D&D Arena: Brutal Bastards, Beegraks and von Brandt

4 Dice Rolls Did it hurt?

Calling on the power of the interloper god Zehir (who, incidentally is a relatively unknown quantity at present), Beegraks bravely smites the golem. Fully expecting the blowback, he attempts to shift to a corner - but Rulk is too fast. Only sheer luck (or was it Zehir's intercession?) protected him from the worst of the retaliatory attack.

Berserk Attack is an immediate reaction to taking damage, so it resolves after the attack but before your next action. Sorry!

Meanwhile, the Invincible Iron Brandt continues his face-off against the green goblin!

Ehehehehehe, here's another one! Just for you!

And indeed, there's a scrawl ("♥☺♂ Metal Man ♂☺♥") on the strange device Smarno tosses at Von Brandt. Engrossed in trying to read it, the explosion catches Von Brandt by surprise. The metal suit collapses to the ground with Cyrus still in it, stuck in a very compromising situation.

Von Brandt takes 12 force damage. Prone.

Now that's more like it! Now, please stay in that position, and this will be over really soon, promise!

Smarno confidently approaches the fallen sorcerer, brandishing a crude bone mace in one hand. In the other hand, a small instrument is clearly visible.

Oh, this? It's just a little something extra I made for the project! Let's test it, shall we?

Smarno tosses the device towards Iron Brandt, but it abruptly changes direction and zooms outside the door. Homing in towards Rulk, It attaches to its back with a click.

Rulk AC increases by 1. Now AC21 Fort 23 Ref 18 Will 19.

Cyrus (+1 x3), Rulk, Smothas (+1 x1), Smarno, ROUND 4:

Jam it back in, in the dark.

4 Dice Rolls secondary VS SELF =(

Iron Brandt picks himself up, snarling with indignation. How dare this little goblin fling bombs at him? Throwing bombs at people for no good reason is totally Iron Brandt's deal. Who was this guy, trying to horn in on his niche? With a snarl, he lifts the visor of his helmet and — promptly vomits directly into Smarno's face. The stench of rotting meat had made him nauseous.

"Let that... ugh. Let that be a lesson to you." Iron Brandt staggers away, hoping his bilious retort had served as an adequate distraction to cover his retreat.

Stand up as minor (Acrobat Boots)
Acidic Implantation vs Smarno. 10 acid damage.
Move to L21
Brush teeth


There's nowhere I can't reach.

5 Dice Rolls Gimme back golem rampage!!!

Hmmm, beginning analysis of sample from specimen designate:MagicMeathead. Half-elf, late forties looks like. It looks like I can use this humor for Rulk after all!

Hey, where are you going? Come back here, you!

Iron Brandt, nauseous from the stench of rotten meat, heads towards a creature made entirely of corpse meat. There's nothing like total immersion therapy to fixing a phobia!

Smarno takes a swing at the departing sorcerer, but the mace bounces uselessly on Iron Brandt's makeshift shield. breaking it but doing no further damage.

First attack vs. AC breaks box lid shield.

Meanwhile, Rulk continues slammin' a dragonborn. Why mess up a good thing? The fist flies furious and true; Beegraks finds himself sailing helplessly backward, his back finally impacting a featureless steel door blocking the path.

17 damage to Beegraks.

ENTER PASSWORD.

Who said that? Certainly wasn't the Rulk - it cannot seem to even vocalize anything other than a guttural groan. Perhaps it's just Beegraks' imagination.

Beegraks having been put in his place, the Rulk casts about for the closest threat. Waving its unnaturally long arms about, it slowly advances on the shellhead.

Smothas (+1 x1), Smarno, ROUND 4: Cyrus (+1 x3), Rulk,

This thing is sticky, and I don't like it. I don't appreciate it.

2 Dice Rolls *Rulk rip

This cave just keeps getting stranger with every passing minute. Beegraks could swear that after the boxes, it was now the walls that were talking to him. What password could the little green man possibly have set on this door anyway?

Move to O22, passing through P23 to avoid OA
Villainous strike on Rulk
Use +1 token
11 damage to Rulk

Beegraks almost misses with his attack, distracted as he is with talking walls and such. But the Rulk turning his attention towards the metal magic man gives him the opening he needs to rip another pound of flesh from the giant's back.



I am a dolphin, do you want me on your body?

6 Dice Rolls Damage to Von Brandt

You can't avoid an OA by going that route against a reach 2 combatant (they suck, don't they? Really hated it when Pang used them, hr hr.). Still, I'm reserving that immediate action for Berserk Attack. Just so you know

Beegraks flanks his quarry with the aid of Iron Brandt's distraction. His vicious attack carves out substantial chunks of flesh from the creature's midsection. Having gotten Rulk's undivided attention, the dragonborn gamely accepts a gigantic fist to the face.

Rulk bloodied by Villainous Strike.
11 damage to Beegraks, bloodied. Pushed back 2 squares.

Smarno takes a step outside the door, and promptly throws another strange orange device just in front of Iron Brandt's feet.

I must admit you're more powerful than most - nobody's ever pushed Rulk like that before. But give it up already. This would be over painlessly if you just cooperate!

Pumpkin Bomb (reflavored Shard Orb) centered on K21.
12 damage to von Brandt, knocked prone. Bloodied.

Cyrus (+1 x3), Rulk, Smothas (+1 x1), Smarno, ROUND 5

I was speaking idiomatically.

2 Dice Rolls *in the bomb bah bomb bah bomb

Cyrus groans, rising unsteadily to his feet and pointedly ignoring the trickle of blood oozing from the joints of his armor.

"Beegraks, you may have noticed that the goblin isn't dead yet. I cannot recall a single previous occasion in all my life when a goblin has survived more than a minute after meeting me, and yet, here we are. It's farcical. I blame myself; but also, and more importantly, I blame you.

As for YOU!" he snarls, rounding on Smarno. "You want to throw bombs? Very well! I declare Bomb Duel, the manliest of all the dueling arts. Ready your bomb, sir, and throw on my mark. I'll count down from ten. Ten. Nine. Eight. Sev— oops, it slipped right out of my hand!"

Iron Brandt staggers into the doorway of the corpse room, muttering bitterly as the thunder bomb erupts behind him. "Fine tombstone it'll be. Here lies Cyrus von Brandt, king of the assholes. Slain by a raging Bonnor."


Stand up (as minor)
Thunder Bomb centered on Smarno. CRIT! 31 damage. Smarno loses any resistances.
LEAP MAJESTICALLY to P20, BORNE ON MAGICAL BREEZES



What kind of toxic man-thing is happening now?

3 Dice Rolls Pow on Cyrus' Face

I-impossible. C-can't.... No, mustn't die here. Not in a place like this.... Rulk, fall back!

Rulk responds to Cyrus' aggression with a fist to the face. Unfortunately for his master, the blow clangs out uselessly against the sorcerer's plate armor. His resolve strengthened, the magic man blasts poor Smarno with the most powerful thunder ball he can muster.

The half-elf punctuates this feat with a magnificent acrobatic leap - sailing clear of the towering golem's head, and landing handily right next to his dragonborn lackey.

Opportunity attack vs Cyrus misses: Divine Sanction! 6 necrotic damage
Bonnor more than bloodied by Thunder Bomb.

Rulk obeys his master, but not before a parting shot at the accursed sorcerer's face. The shot goes wild, however.

The flesh golem gingerly scoops up the goblin like a rag doll, and encases him in a protective hug. Any attack against the goblin will now have to go through him.

Slam vs Cyrus misses.
Smarno will be delaying until after Cyrus' next turn.

Smothas (+1 x1), ROUND 5 Cyrus (+1 x4), Smarno, Rulk,


FELIPE NO

Originally Posted by Pangalin

"Beegraks, you may have noticed that the goblin isn't dead yet. I cannot recall a single previous occasion in all my life when a goblin has survived more than a minute after meeting me, and yet, here we are. It's farcical. I blame myself; but also, and more importantly, I blame you."i

"Magic Man, why do you have to always be so quick to blame everything on me? I've had about enough of your negative feelings and accusations. I try my best you know! It isn't easy being as bad as I am and still being on top, especially when everyone is out to get me out of jealousy for my handsome face and able hands. You may not believe it but I have feelings too!"

It seems that the dragonborn didn't take well to Cyrus' comments on his abilities. He seems set on clearing his heart of the heaviness that it bears.

"Did you know that I've never even met my parents? That the lizardfolk who raised me where only using me for my strong connection with the great Zehir? I never had a childhood because of them, it was always "You've got to sit around and be worshipped today, you can't go out with the other kids and roll around in the swamp goo. You know you're really lucky to be a chosen such as you are, the other lizards would kill for the chance to live even a day of your life." Well you know what was the first thing I did when I was done eating their flesh and breaking their bones? I went and rolled in the swamp goo. FOR TWO WHOLE MONTHS!"

Wow it's really coming out now. It must be all the female hormones that Smothas' has ingested through the years out of his favorite sexual practices that are getting to him.

"Did you know that I let the guard catch me and bring me into the arena, just because I was so tired of living alone in the shadows with no one to talk to or do activities with?"

Looks like the big one is coming...

"DID YOU KNOW THAT I'VE NEVER KNOWN HOW IT FEELS TO LOVE?"

Beegraks is weeping like a little female wyrmling now. He embraces Cyrus and puts his cape in front of them in such a way that their foes cannot see them. He's whispering in Von Brandt's ear now.

"I'm sorry I didn't help you out with the little green man, buddy. I thought you had noticed the big towering collection of flesh pieces that was trying to grind my bones into powdery dragonborn dust. I'm sorry I was so harsh buddy. We're still buddies, right? Right?"

Lecherous hands on Cyrus
Second Wind with Cape of the Walking Wounded for major health recovery

Try to hold back the tears

With that the dragonborn suddenly feels re-enrgized and ready to take on an army of little green men and giant collections of rotten flesh. Let's hope he'll be able to deal with just one of each first.



Most amazing jew boots

3 Dice Rolls fly away, little pests

Cyrus was a man most secure in his masculinity. Sure, this was mildly awkward, but the important thing was that he got to live. That was always the most important thing. Nobody was witness to Beegrak's embrace except the goblin and his meat golem, and in a few moments neither of them would be talking to anyone ever again. It was important to protect your reputation, after all.

"There, there, big guy. It'll be okay. Once we get out of here, we'll get you some pudding. A big, big bowl of pudding. How does that sound? Here, let's make these mean people blow away. The wind will just pick them up and carry them off. Watch!"

Whirlwind centered I-21 (no exemptions)
18 damage to Smarno and Rulk (+2 damage from gauntlets), and they're both prone

"Well, that one guy is really heavy. The wind is strong, Beegraks, but it is not omnipotent. The important thing is that they hit their heads when they fell down."



How ya doing, buddy?

4 Dice Rolls *Excellent. Did it hurt?

Smarno opens his mouth to voice his severe discomfort at the lizard's hermaphroditic breakdown, but Cyrus' whirlwind was more than enough to silence the goblin. In this case, permanently, as Smarno's neck cracks after a collision with his special project.

As the flesh golem looks at his dead master, something snaps inside the creature's primitive mind. Rulk stashes the green goblin inside a body cavity, gets on its feet, and charges our antagonists. Von Brandt takes the full force of the impact, and is roughly pushed away by 10 feet.

Meanwhile, Beegraks feels a little tingle of emotion. It's a little shocking really, but probably something he has to get used to should he pursue his relationship with Cyrus.

4 lightning damage to Beegraks for starting next to Cyrus (Shocking Magnetism).
Smarno dies a horrible death.
Golem gets up, stashes Smarno in 'pack', and charges Von Brandt culminating in melee basic attack (Slam). 9 damage, blasted back to R21.

Smothas (+1 x2), ROUND 6 Cyrus (+1 x4), Rulk

There's nowhere I can't reach.

2 Dice Rolls *Gimme gimme crit damage!

Seeing the dead Goblin has awakened a part of Beegraks that he had not been in touch with for quite a while now. Seeing that green corpse on the floor, he felt for a moment as though hi was back in Danang, his swampy homeland.

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The boggy morass with all of its many persistent insects that would keep the fairer skinned races out of his domain, the enchanting aroma of putrid corpses and plants decomposing, and most importantly, the great feast that he had prepared for himself was in front of him once again, all those poor weak lizard people who had tried to harness his connection to the divinity for the better part of his young life. Oh, the sweet music of the young and the women screaming in agony while his claws ripped their flesh, weakened as it was from his toxic regurgitating of the muscle tissue of the defenders of their society, warrior and elder alike falling to the dragon's demented rampage. Then, he would wash it all down with a good tall drink of that delicious, black goo.

Ah, the sounds of crunching bones and organs being ripped from their places of rest only to be devoured by the paladin as so much more fodder to fuel him in his total annihilation of their society, how he had longed to relive that moment in his deepest moments of isolation. Much as he had subsequently enjoyed destroying hamlets and farming concentrations, there was nothing that could compare to that first taste of mass destruction. Perhaps it was the enchanting atmosphere of Danang, or maybe the near cannibalistic experience of eating so much of the flesh of a race of close relatives.

But there was something in the air that made it so very special, that much was clear.






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"Hey! You big lug! Let go of my lunch!"

Shift to P22
Try and get the pack from the Rulk by swinging my flail at whatever part of its body is holding it with a Villainous Strike
30 damage


The dragonborn really wants his lunch. He really REALLY wants it.



This thing is sticky, and I don't like it. I don't appreciate it.

2 Dice Rolls STRONGLY DISAPPROVE

"Giant Corpse Guy, I ask you to stand down. Your master is dead! It is futility, surely, to keep fighting this bloody battle against us, we innocents who wished only to travel through your storied halls. Will you not hear my gentle plea?"

Von Brandt barely keeps his gorge down while delivering this preposterous request. Still, the ol' mesmerism works better if you use a soothing tone of voice. Assuming the old meatsack even had functioning ears. Bit of a gamble, really.

Eyebite Rulk (19 damage and I'm INVISIBLE!)
Wade through corpses to P19



I am a dolphin, do you want me on your body?

7 Dice Rolls The Beegs OAs Rulk

Beegraks' relentless flail clangs loudly against Rulk's muscled chest. And then it impacts something... soft. Although the dragonborn didn't see it before the golem's blow-back, a Smarno-shaped chunk flew out the golem's back, striking the ground some twenty-feet away.

The attack threw Rulk into a rampage - its meaty hands catches Beegraks unawares, blasting him backwards. Redoubling its efforts, the golem charges into the dastardly duo. The dragonborn again catches the worst of it; the creature's backhand sends him sprawling closer towards the strange talking door.

Berserk Attack: 16 damage and Beegraks pushed to S22.
Golem Rampage: 9 damage and Beegraks swatted back to Q22. Golem stops at S21:T22.

Where was the hated metal man who singlehandedly killed his beloved master? Rulk could dully hear the man's wheedling voice, but his vocabulary was quite limited. Not that golems have free will, of course. Their arcane creation ties them to the will of their creators.

With vengeance in mind, the golem swoops down the corridor in search of its prey. That metal man couldn't have gotten far, and really, there's nowhere else he can run off to.

Cyrus of course is chuckling to himself, complementing his clever mind for such a successful hide-and-seek game with a golem. Being knee-deep in partially-dissected corpses, probably Smarno's work, doesn't bother him in the least. Mama Von Brandt didn't raise no wussy kids.

Golem moves to Y21:Z22.

Whether you choose to pursue or end the encounter now is entirely up to you. Of course, Rulk would probably go down in the next round anyway

Smothas (+1 x2), ROUND 7 Cyrus (+1 x4), Rulk

I was speaking idiomatically.

Beegraks dashes towards the remains of Smarno. How long it has been since he's had this kind of meal he cannot recall, and that will make it all the sweeter.

As he cracks open the goblin's skull and starts feasting on the juiciest part of his meal, an idea hits him like a ton of dead kobolds. He starts carefully carving off the goblin's face with his claws and sticks it onto his skull helmet as best he can. Then, he puts his helmet back on and starts shouting to the Rulk as loud as he can.

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Decidedly, that wasn't the performance of the century. Beegraks' ventriloquist skills were just about as good as his own or Cyrus' social skills. Which is to say shit poor.

But then, the Rulk certainly wasn't a genius either, so it could still go either way.

Head over to Smarno's remains and face steal
Try and coax the Rulk to break down the password door




What kind of toxic man-thing is happening now?

Beegraks hurries over to examine the Smarno-shaped blob thirty feet away from him. In the six seconds it takes him to close the gap and clear away rotting golem meat from the corpse, Rulk has cleared the corner, his heavy footsteps ever fainter echoing from further southwest.

As the Dragonborn attempt to crack open the green goblin's skull for some delicious food, he's faced with some very odd revelations.

First off, there's hair beneath the goblin's scalp, something most unusual for the race. Second, the goblin's face is extremely rubbery, almost as if it were a mask of some sort. In fact, the face IS a mask; underneath the goblin mask was the face of a halfling. Still very dead from Cyrus' machinations, of course.

Once Beegraks rips off the goblin mask to affix to his skull mask, he sees a metal band

encircling Smarno's head. It is resplendent with glowing runes carved in a language the dragonborn doesn't understand. He's seen a similar sort of headband before on some real metal men back in his caravan-raiding days, but never in a creature this size.

He's going to have to wear it himself for a time in order to ascertain its use, the dragonborn rues, as he feasts on fresh halfling brains.

* VICTORY! ENCOUNTER ENDS *
Enforced short rest. Do whatever you want.

Additional Spam:
Oh yeah, map of the environs:

Pretend there's a goblin corpse in Row L.

FELIPE NO

Beegraks is rather disappointed at his failure to get the Rulk to obey him, but on the other hand he's got himself a rather handy mask in case other changelings are around. There's no way they'll be able to tell the difference, he thinks.

Though the brains were pretty tasty, the rest of the body is not quite up to the dragonborn's taste, so he takes a few bites here and there and decides it's time to go and find something else to entertain himself with. After picking up the circlet, he remembers the chest that Smarno referred to and immediately heads on over to it to try and open it up.

Use one healing surge
Head over to the chest at W18 and try to open it with the keys


In passing him, Beegraks has a thought for his friend. Maybe this little metal circle thing will help him from having any other parts of his body get loose and attack them?


"Hey Metal Magic... uh... Cyrus, do you want this little circle thing for your head?



What, you don't want my bikini-clad body?

"My friend, Cyrus von Brandt never saw a magic hat he didn't want to wear. I've had enough of this tin can, anyway. Scientifically being encased in iron should make me better at fighting, but that wasn't true at all. Science is just charlatanry, Beegraks, charlatanry and hucksterism. I am Iron Brandt no more!"

Remove Plate and switch back to cloth armor
Don circlet, totally heedless of the danger
Rifle through every single corpse until I find something valuable

Jam it back in, in the dark.

Beegraks takes a few bites from the halfling's corpse, eventually finding the victuals not as delightful as pink mushy brains. He rips Smarno's metal band from his head, and tosses the desecrated body aside. Smarno's mace and backpack clatter violently on the ground unheeded, as the dragonborn is already fixated on his next target: a magically-sealed chest.

The paladin enters the chest room, and immediately inserts his glowing keys into the lock. Something hums, and the lid clicks open. The chest is brimming with light, it seems.

Beegraks lifts up the lid to get a better look, but was blasted back by a strange force. Ashe picked himself up from the ground, he hears a ghostly voice emanating from within.

If thou desire what lies within
In five straight lines, the orbs must be
Each line with four, no less, no more
Think well, lest misfortune strike thee.

Ten glowing balls of light pop out from the box, landing at Beegraks' feet.

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Meanwhile, Cyrus recklessly places a completely unknown object on his head. He feels nothing at first, but a fleeting vision suddenly assault his mind. He's pounding on something. Pounding enthusiastically, almost desperately. But where is he? No sooner than the thought formed in his mind, the vision lifts.

The grave-robbing sorcerer painstakingly combs through the corpses before him, looking for any valuables Smarno might have failed to abscond with. Most of the bodies were evidently stolen from a grave site, as traces of mud and dirt can be found on their clothes.

Still, the decedents though dressed in appropriate burial livery were likely peasants, taking very little treasure with them to the next life.

Cyrus finds:

• 1 set of Footpads
• Scattered copper and silver coins amounting to 20 gold pieces of wealth
• A candle
• A tattered ritual book, with two rituals already inscribed inside

There's nowhere I can't reach.

Beegraks goes back into the hall and is about to call out to Cyrus for help when he suddenly notices the goblin's things on the ground. As short an attention span as he has, the dragonborn immediately ventures of to sift through the goblin's things.

Grab Smarno's mace, and examine his pack and everything in it, taking whatever is useful.

As he is done getting the goblin's goodies, Beegraks remembers the embarassing orb situation and peers into the corpse room, Gesturing at Cyrus to follow him before going back into the orb room to be perplexed some more.

Seriously, this shit's got me racking my brains here.



This thing is sticky, and I don't like it. I don't appreciate it.

The takings were unimpressive, to say the least, but loot was loot. He'd killed men for smaller sums. The vision was of no apparent consequence; Cyrus pounds on things all the time. Pound here, pound there. Pound, pound, pound. For a while, the ladies called him Poundmaster C. For a while. People started to get the wrong idea. Tailors delivering trousers six sizes too big. That's no good.

Take all that stuff: none of it seems useful to Beegs

Cyrus whirled around to see the paladin wading through a pile of balls. Cyrus bites his lip. Surely it was just his juvenile sense of humor; nobody would put so many ridiculous things in one place on purpose.

But the puzzle itself was a simple one; Cyrus had helped assemble a similar obstacle himself when he took it upon himself to repair his great-grandfather's tomb. All you had to do was make a five-pointed star — a simple thing for anyone who spent as much time drawing pentagrams as Cyrus had. Without hesitation, Cyrus dipped a finger in the spreading pool of goblin blood and set to work. Within a few minutes he had a recognizable (if somewhat odorous) pentagram to work with, and he industriously placed all the orbs where he reckoned they ought to be.





I am a dolphin, do you want me on your body?

Beegraks pilfers the possessions of his latest meal. Smarno the halfling was unfortunate enough to die with valuable treasure on him.

1. Goblin Totem Mace
2. Residuum, worth 250 gp.

In addition, Bonnor was carrying a number of non-magical items in his pack.

1. Chains, 10 feet
2. Chalk (red), 1 piece
3. Disguise Kit, 1 set
4. Glass Cutter
5. Identification Papers with Portrait (non-standard)
6. Journeybreads, 5 loaves.

Around a half-dozen orange-colored devices, the same type he was lobbing at the Sorcerer, are strewn about his pack.

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The instant von Brandt completes the pentagram, it glows bright red. The chest Beegraks opened tentatively is flung wide open, bathing the room with illumination. When the light show ends, nothing remains of the chest. In its place, Beegraks sees a horned animal

, apparently wearing armor, staring at the paladin with a confused look on its face.

Yours to name, Ry. Both the species and the pet name.

But Cyrus wasn't in the room mentally. He's in a cave of some sort, looking at some smashed rocks in a slightly-singed floor. The vision ends just as it begins, although he could swear he was much taller there than he usually is.

I was speaking idiomatically.

The dragonborn watches with excitement as Cyrus works his magic. The simplicity of the design makes him feel ashamed of not being able to figure it out himself, but even that quickly vanishes as he lays eyes upon the magnificent beast that materializes before him.

The beast is quite a sight to behold indeed, with its single horn protruding from its head, symbolizing to Beegraks the masculinity of this majestic beast. What Beegraks doesn't realize is that the beast before him is actually female, but then he never was a great master of anatomy, even with his many experiences with the fine art of the vivisection.

Beegraks' first reaction is for his apetite, and he immediately tries to sink his claws into the beast to start tearing it into bite sized chunks, but at his amazement, the beast's skin is as tough, if not tougher than his own, and the dragonborn suddenly gains a lot of respect for this fine beast. His scratching motion even seems to please the beast, and Beegraks continues in a more friendly manner when he notices this.

Smothas haphazardly tries to mount the beast to see its reaction, and to his surprise, there is very little resistance. As he finally settles on the beast's back, he feels he should find a way for the beast to know he is addressing it, and he thinks long and hard about it, before uttering quite proudly:

"Go! Horny!"

Free lesson of the day: children might have an incredible imagination in general, but that doesn't necessarily mean that someone with the mind of a child does.

I guess the species is that of an indian rhino, since it only has one horn? Or are there D&D specific rhino species?



What kind of toxic man-thing is happening now?

"What is that?"

Cyrus boggles at the hulking beast that appears before him; he'd never seen anything like it. Except, perhaps, in an old bestiary... thick grey hide, a horned brow, mighty jaws...

"Fantastic! Quickly, Beegraks, order your bulette to dig an escape route for us!"

Cyrus pulls the circlet from his head and hangs it on the bulette's horn. Perhaps it would provoke the landshark into a destructive rage. It was certainly making him irritable.



How ya doing, buddy?

Both Cyrus and Beegraks wastes no time in ingratiating themselves with an animal even dumber than the dim-witted paladin.

If "Horny" saw any vision similar to the ones that assailed Cyrus, she gave no outward indication. Apparently the circlet is located too far away from the creature's brain to affect it.

What, you don't want my bikini-clad body?

As he's getting used to his new ride, Beegraks decides to go investigate the chamber where the shapeshifter had gone to seek refuge from the duo. Hopefully there would be something of use in their current situation hidden there.

Move to top left room and search for anything useful or out of the ordinary




Jam it back in, in the dark.