Bazil turned his head slightly to the side, watching the small
tentacled minion of Entropy slithering towards him. Hefting his iron-shod
staff, the young mage almost laughed. "Is that all you have,
my elven friend?" He hollered to the bard, perched
on top of a nearby roof. The minion was nearly upon him now. Slipping
easily into a fighting stance, Bazil began to spin his staff in a whirring
circle.
Faltering, the minion slowed, and Bazil took advantage of the
hesitation. Stepping forward quickly, he connected the business end of
his staff with the midsection of the creature. As the fiend doubled over
the staff, Bazil channeled his arcane energies and cast a fireball
directly into the minion, sending it hurtling into the air before it impacted
against a far off building and disintegrated.
As he stood back up, he felt a strange binding at his neck.
He glanced down to see a brooch in the form a the letter 'J' at the clasp
of his cloak. Shrugging slightly, he put the matter from his mind and concentrated
on the issue at hand. Gathering in his magical powers, he summoned a mighty
spell.
"Now we'll settle this matter once and for all." He cackled.
A poisonous black cloud drifted in front of the human mage as
he incanted sonorously. It thickened and darkened, congealing to a nearly
solid mass by the time he was finished. With a smug clap of his hands,
the cloud dispersed, revealing its horrid cargo: 4 mighty peking mountain
goats.
With a deep basso BAAA two of the goats leaped to the rooftops
to confront Bal, while the other two peeled off to commence an attack run
on the figure standing a few yards beside him, the one with the 'D' on
his cloak.
Rubbing his hands together and grinning wickedly, Bazil stepped
back to see how his adversaries would deal with this newest threat.