♫ La la la, a goblin village ahead, tra la la ♫
Malac, what the hell, man?
Shut up, I'm trying to multiclass into a bard here. La la la. ♫
I'm getting better at this.
We've got company!
Looks like we're outnumbered 3:1. Didn't expect this to be so easy.
I've seen tougher gnome babes!
Looks like Vodalian is up to something...
♫ There once was a party of Krise,
who foolishly sought our demise.
Sure was a blast,
as Vodalian did cast,
and fried them all with Flame Spikes ♫
:shock:
:shock:
:shock:
:shock:
:shock:
♫ Lo and behold, Malac grows bold ♫
♫ By eight up the stamina, he ain't no Kobold ♫
I could use 8 stamina... my ears are bleeding...
Bah! You philistines have no appreciation for finer art.
Finer art my arse. Now where was that smith?
Bzzz bzz bzzzz.
Right-o, back to Bywater it is.
♫ Awwwww, shucks. All looted by schmucks.
But despair ye should not, 'tis part of the plot. ♫
Hey, Watch it!
♫ A fortune is spent,
arming this gent,
Sadly for the band,
nary a hit will he land! ♫
You are already dead.
♫ We forge an invitation,
Risking annihilation.
We beg for compassion,
We beg for your pardon.
Now I foresee all the loot,
And it gives me a-
BZZZZ!
Do Shadow Elves constantly look grim and frostbitten?
M-.
[Clobbers Malac over the head with a Warhammer before he can say a word]
[thud]
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