05-26-2024, 02:12 AM
(This post was last modified: 05-26-2024, 02:18 AM by Benji Copperclaw.)
Benji ventured his way deeper into the caverns, listening to the chanting and snorted dismissively. He calling for a butt-whuppin more like. Undeads usually not keen for conversations. He rummaged through his magic bag and pulled out a torch and matchstick. Well, some ghosties like to talk and they's nice enough. The kobold struck the match on his scaled arm and ignited the torch, bringing some much needed brightness to the dank warrens. Once that was done, he grabbed one of his anti-plague potions and chugged it down.
(OOC: Lighting a torch and drinking an antiplague potion [+2 Fort vs Disease for 24 hours])
(OOC: Lighting a torch and drinking an antiplague potion [+2 Fort vs Disease for 24 hours])