Okay so Virgil the bard got waxed by a blast from a Blue Dragon whilst polymorphed as a little robin red-breast, in a blast of nasty dragon flames. In his dying throes, as the last grasp of breath passed Virgil's lips was, "Tell my wife I love her, that my ghost be with the old philosophers". I thanked God, praised, and went to sleep. Luckily a mage (Chris' character) healed me, to which Virgilius Pubilius Maro said, "You can heal?" (He's not healed many people, usually casting offensive spells, anyway), so just like that, Virgil was back on his feet, so he cast Cure Mass Wounds and several Magic missiles then sang the song of rest, but alas, it was too late. Kythry (Matt's Warlock character) boom! He was toast, gone, outta there, bought the farm, waxed, boned, a gonner, may as well have been in Davey Jones' locker. My bard composed a lamentable song, chronicling his companion's life, an ode to his heroic deeds along our many adventures. The cleric healed him eventually, but not after quite a harsh encounter.
Finally Virgil now has Level 14 on both bardic "Unseen Universities" (the college, and the uni) and (get this) secret spell school which gives me Regenerate and some offensive spell. (I would have liked to have taken Teleport, just in case, well, you know, anyway) the Dungeon Master advised me to take offensive spells, so I think I will have to do for Odin's Magic Lance or Disintegrate or perhaps Prismatic Spray or Fire Storm or something. In any case, I am sticking with Regenerate. Kick ass man. Last adventure next week. They want to play Vampire, I am not going to play that, at least not for a long time (and even then it is set in Transylvania in 1198, which would be awesome, but it's too gorey) I much prefer Ars Magica set in the thirteenth century. Scholars of ancient arts.
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