You gather a decent amount of firewood, stoke the fire some more, and then lie down to sleep next to it. It takes mere minutes to fall asleep, you’ve exhausted yourself staying up all night and dealing with the consequences of your home being burgled and destroyed.
You sleep.
The Warlock chanted in the center of an arcane circle, magical energy coursing from the leyline, up though his body and arcing through the room. The door let out another massive BANG as his foes attempted again to break through the entrance. The doors began to buckle inwards. This sanctum would not be secure for long and there was no other way out. He began to sweat.
Shouts, a loud thump, and then silence. He held his breath, praying that his generals had finally stopped them. But it was not so, a massive explosion threw the doors off their hinges and sent them clattering into the room. Smoke poured in and from it strode two figures. One with a shining sword and the other with a gnarled, glowing staff.
He began to panic, his back was against the wall. He was so close.
The Warlock…[poll type=regular]
- Abandoned the ritual and tried to flee past his foes out the door
- Attempted to rush the ritual to completion, whatever the consequences
- Halted the ritual, instead unleashing the accumulated magical energy fueling it into a desperate attack
- Surrendered
- Did something else (write in)
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