Lime's 4th Edition Campaign: Spirit of the Sword IC

curiosity brought us, mostly, the townsfolk we talked to seemed frightened by you so we had to see what all the fuss was about and quite frankly, backwoods townsfolk being frightened of a magic user isn't out of the ordinary, I was half expecting to walk in on a desicated old hag that was no more than a half trained alchemist. I'm pleasantly surprised to find a beautiful adept such as yourself occupying this tower

I say the last part with a slight bow of my head

"So you fancy yourself a magic user as well? Quite unusual in a dragonborn. I wouldn't mind being able to poke around in that head of yours." As she says this, a skeleton in brown, tattered robes holding an old looking book walks up from a set of stairs that just seems to materialize. He looks at your group and says nothing, turning his attention to the drow. "Mistress, the prisoners are ready for your entertainment." He says in a raspy tone of voice. The drow looks back to him and nods her head, then turns back to the 4 of you and says, "Well, looks like I am needed elsewhere. Please feel free to look around, but don't feed Jasper. He gets plenty to eat from my... failed experiments." After she says this, she proceeds down the set of stairs, with the skeleton following behind, bones creaking as he follows. The staircase remains there and after a few moments you hear the crackling sound of lightning, followed by the pained screams of a man.

The gelatinous cube is crawling over Zni's foot. Melting away at your footwear.