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[Peradon]

((Of course he's the one that has yet to post... Perhaps send him a PM?))

[Dampe]

((Of course he's the one that has yet to post... Perhaps send him a PM?))

I don't know what I would say XD
just pm him "PYTHIOS IS DYING WE NEED A CLERIC BRO"

[HeroPizza42]

ptw

[Dampe]

Argh, Immaterial, where are you?

[Peradon]

Argh, Immaterial, where are you?

This...

[Dampe]

I don't want to write him out of the story, since that'd be rude, but at the same time, we have to keep the ball rolling. Do we want to take a vote or something?

[mastahcheese]

Say he fell asleep in his chair.

[Dampe]

Okay, if he doesn't show up soon, his character may suffer what we around here like to call an "unfortunate accident."

 

[Peradon]

(("Oh my, where did that anvil fall from?"))

[Dampe]

(("Oh my, where did that anvil fall from?"))

I was thinking more along the lines of spontaneous combustion, but yeah XD

[Dampe]

So, yeah. This is still happening. I don't have much free time until next Saturday, though. If Immaterial shows up before then, great. If not, he will be written out of the story in a truly spectacular fashion. Just so we wouldn't be a man down for this first adventure, I would, in that case, find some way of keeping Pythios alive that made sense and we could take him with us.

[Dampe]

THIS RETURNS TOMORROW
BRACE YOURSELVES

[Dampe]

As Pythios lay bleeding on the floor, the oldest member of the party, Photios, stepped forward.
"Don't worry, guys. I'VE GOT THIS."
He opened his mouth and chanted arcane words from a time before time, offering up dark invocations to ancient gods.
"ravioli ravioli give me the formuoli"
At once, Pythios' terrible wounds began to close up and heal, as he was surrounded by a silvery light.
"Aha!" Photios did a little dance out of glee.
"Now," he said, "the finishing touch, a spell to wake him up. Otherwise, it'd take him like thirty minutes to regain consciousness, and we don't have time for that."
Again, Photios spake.
"buffalo buffalo buffalo buffalo buffalo buffalo buffalo"
Suddenly, his face broke out in a wide grin, and he slapped his forehead with his palm.
"Oh, silly me! That wasn't a spell of awakening, that was a spell of spontaneous combustio- OH MY GOD I'M ON FIRE!"
The blazing fireball that was just moments ago Photios ran out the front door of the tavern and began rolling around in the street.
"Should we help him?"
"AAAARGHHHHHH MY FACE IS MELTING!"
"Nah, let's just let nature run her course. Fortuna have mercy on his soul."
"IT BURNS! IT BURNS!"
Soon, all that was left of old Photios was a pile of ash and some charred beard hair.
"Fellows, shall we say a few words in his memory?"

[Tawa]

"Hardly knew him. Feel like I've known him in another life, though..."

[Dampe]

"I think this should be a lesson to us all about the dangers of unprotected magic."