Collapsing from sheer exhaustion after hopping on one leg for a few minutes, Maldran lay back-down on the soft grass in a semi-coma. The Power Elixir made a small whooshing sound as it flew through the air at Maldran. His fatigue was enough that he barely registered it until it was too late.

The vial of elixir shattered on Maldran’s broken leg. He screamed in pain and passed out as splinters of glass pierced his leg.

And the powerful potion had all spilled on the ground.

Isador cursed his poor aim and unsheathed his enchanted dagger. It was a normal dagger- except its effects were all reversed. A mighty stab could bring a person back from the brink of death. Fumbling with the sheath, he tripped and fell flat on the ground. He cursed again, then again as he noticed his Valkyrian helmet had rolled away. A small slime eyed it with malicious intent.

Muttering more curses as he retrieved his helm, he roared in rage when he saw his pack somehow lodged in a tree.

Morever, the tree was infested with Boogies.

Unsheathing his jewel-studded rapier, he charged at the Boogies and made a loud thud as he crashed into the tree.

It was enough to dislodge his pack.

And also enough, it seemed, to shatter more than a few of the precious elixirs inside.

Sindri floated in the Webway, flexing his legs and arms, slowly becoming accustomed to his new body. He attempted casting a minor cantrip, to see if his magical power had been affected adversely.

Fiery light enveloped the region as a gaping hole was ripped open within the nearly-solid energy of the Webway. Through the hole, Sindri saw greenish flames and the shadows of a strange creature. Paralyzed from fear, he did not dare to move, or even to breathe. Then he realized…

He didn’t need to breathe.

Nevertheless, he waited.

Finally, the creature seemed to notice the dimensional rift, and slowly advanced. As it stepped through, Sindri silently gasped in horror at the simple evilness of the creature. Its skin was a dark blue-gray, its fingers were long and taloned, and its bulbous head had a mass of tentacles where its mouth should have been. He recognized it immediately as one of the creatures of legend.

It was an Illithid™ of Faerun. A psychically invincible being which could gain infinite power if it could harness the energy of the Webway.

And it had.

Sindri’s soul was crushed and sent into oblivion.

The city of Henesys lay in ruins. Most of the buildings had been severely damaged or destroyed, a few citizens had been killed. But the efficient townsfolk were already repairing and rebuilding the town. Helena smiled as she viewed the entire town from the center spire of the famous Archery Range. Hours ago, parts of the town had been obliterated by a mysterious shockwave. Now, the citizens had already rebuilt many of the houses and shops destroyed or damaged. She laughed, then swore as she accidentaly dropped her Bow of Magical Destruction off the spire.

It struck the tip of another spire and split in half.

Leaning over a bit too far as she attempted to gain a better vantage point, Helena fell down as well.

She sighed with relief as a massive hand caught her by the hood of her Lumati, and screamed as she looked up to see her “saviour”, a grinning Crimson Balrog.

Mentally commanding their suits of Wraithbone armor to dissipate, the strange psychic material impervious to almost all attacks, the band of Eldar lined up behind a door in their disarmingly simple home. It was a fairly large room, with translucent blue shelves filled with books lining the entire space. A few doors could be seen, including the massive front door. The library gleamed a shining white, being constructed purely out of Wraithbone.

Exarch Macha stood first in line at the small, unremarkable door. He sighed with relief as he heard a flushing sound, then Farseer Taldeer exited the room, a strange look on her face. He immediately dashed inside, narrowly avoiding an “accident.”

The blackened hilt of the ornate scythe was smeared with strawberry juice as Crull, looking quite a fool, charged off towards the town of El Nath. In contrast with the shining white snow, he was a pitch black shadow, and an angry one with a weapon at that. He muttered an infravision spell as he ran, and slashed wildly at the nearest lifeform. He promptly eviscerated it.

Dispelling his infravision, he realized it was another strawberry bush.

Grumbling about a lack of victims, he sat down, summoning a griddle and some dough, and proceeded to make some waffles.

Later, he screamed with rage as he noticed they were burnt.