There I was, a dead orc. Overcome by a vast number of enemies.
Until by some magical occurence I was up and running again. Never question a magic occurence, whether it is called a healing surge or the spellplague or I know not what.
A little worse for wear, but hopping about like nobody’s business. That’s me. But of course there was still the little matter of the vast number of enemies that surrounded me. Guess what happened next? Continue reading The dungeon underneath our house, part III