Meet Bazil . . .

  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.

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