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Rasghull sees an opportunity to strike the shadow as it recoils from hitting the shield, but the silver blade barely catches the elusive form and does no harm to the monster.

Rasghull takes another look into the chest and sees a red vial. I’m sure they won’t mind anymore if I take one. Rasghull takes a potion and braces himself against the wall near the exit. If the shadow monsters want to come in, he will be ready.

Darkness. The lights go out for just a moment. The cold air is knocked out of the silver-scaled dragonborn’s lungs. He falls to his side. His weapon slips out of his grip and clangs against the hard earth. His weight blows dust into the air. The darkness overtakes him. Everything blurs and fades...

Rasghull was barely hanging on as the last swipe took off more than a few scales from his hide. He focuses on his breathing as it gets colder and the air before his snout crystallizes. He widens his posture and squares up against the ghast. He studies the monster’s pattern. With a little bit of...

Rasghull’s muscles tensed sharply, causing cramps everywhere. He could barely move as the fight raged on. The monster’s poison and stench coursed through his system. Rasghull held his jaw shut tight and released it again. His muscles relaxed. His breath returned to normal. Just in time.

Even for his age, there’s a lot of things Rasghull doesn’t know. His life still has room for surprising lessons. He learned about monsters that take the shape of shadows and the orbs that trigger them, ghouls that can paralyze you with their claws and the grounds they crawl out of, but he never...

Rasghull was starting to come back around to his old self after a night’s rest, but not quite. This place quickly wore him down. He senses were dull. His muscles ached. I’m barely ready, but I have to follow up on something. He leads the group down those miserable stairs. He lights another...

Rasghull can barely concentrate on anything. The pain is too much to even think straight. Upstairs to safety. But the ghoul. It has to know something. Give me a minute. I just need a minute. Rasghull reaches to the side of his backpack and pulls out his coil of rope, a hammer, and a pair of...

A blade cuts through the darkness before the party, as Rasghull takes another swing at the shadow from behind. Rasghull is having a hard time even telling when his strikes land on the creature or miss. There is no resistance at all during the swing. The monster is not making any noise either...

Rasghull braces himself as these monsters attack Fargrim. With all of their attention on the dwarf, Rasghull sees an opening for himself. He circles around the shadows to strike one from behind. Thia’s arcane bolts already weakened his target. His blade slices effortlessly through the shadow...

With the smoldering ghoul on the ground, Rasghull follows Thia into the next room. Rasghull sees that one ghoul is left struggling with Azgard and Fargrim. He runs around Thia and backhand swings at the ghoul, knocking it unconscious with the flat side of his scimitar before it can bite them...

Thia’s volley of arcane bolts is swiftly followed up by Rasghull running head first in the ghoul’s direction. He uses his entire body to swing his bloody scimitar into the monster’s torso. He leaves a deep, thin cut on its body when he retrieves the sword back to his side. Rasghull roars in...

Rasghull goes low under the cover of his shield and rears his scimitar before taking a big step forward and swinging overhead. The curved blade whistles sharply in the air and carves through the ghoul’s shoulder and chest. He pulls out the sword from the monster as it is still standing and...

The ghouls’ claws scrape along Rasghull’s targe shield until one of them goes down from Azgard’s blast. Feeling an opening, Rasghull pushes back on the ghouls and exerts himself to furiously swing his scimitar. The blade only manages to slice the air and connect with the walls, leaving him...

The ghouls claw their way out of the earth, immediately surrounding Rasghull. Rasghull’s instincts take over as he drops his torch, pulls his scimitar out and guides the blade across one of the ghoul’s chest. The blood bursts from the open wound while Rasghull steps back. These undead look...