Shadowmaze -- Session 42
Wyz
The morning after their return from the shadowmaze, Wyz gathered his companions in his cramped room at the inn. The goblin’s scarred fingers trembled slightly as he worked the clasp on the scrollcase they had recovered from the rats’ nest—whether from anticipation or exhaustion, none could say.
“Stand back,” Wyz commanded. “And try not to breathe too heavily. You’ll contaminate the arcane residue.”
Perch snorted from behind his fish-head helmet. “We’re standing in the hallway, Wyz.”
Shadowmaze -- Session 39
Wyz
The shadowmaze beckoned once more, and Wyz—still bearing the wicked scar across his belly from his previous near-death experience—gathered his “recalcitrant minions” for another descent into darkness. The goblin wizard’s eyes held that same cold fire that had burned there since his miraculous return from the depths, and his companions could sense that something fundamental had changed in their diminutive leader.
“We return to the chamber with the statues,” Wyz announced, his voice carrying an authority that brooked no argument. “There is a rat infestation that requires… methodical attention.”
