Our champions, what's left of them at least, piled through a gap in the wall. "Only four more left", suggested Azizi as she ducked through. "And I thought bad luck came in threes" said a voice from the back of the party. Before Azizi could retort to the sarcastic member a wave of cold air washed over her. Those of you who are familiar with her normal attire, will appreciate the 'halting'(*) effect on her.
We find ourselves inside an icy cavern. The torches cast their light across to the other side where they can see a million reflections of light off the ice encrusted to the floor, walls and ceiling with movement at the back. With mist expelling from his mouth, Elija points to the darkness "There's something or someone there." The thing reveals itself.
"Test of icycles! Test of icycles! Test of icycles!"
Between Linflas' infravision and Wuuf's nose they ascertained it was a Demon standing between two large drums. In each tentacled arm, was a hefty stick lifted into the air ready to begin banging on the large barrels with freeze-dried adventurer skin wrapped over them. Not a menacing sight exactly, but a concerning one.
"We should all rush him. Maybe a few of us falls on our asses on the way there but we only need a few of us to take him out." was Hawk The Fearlesss suggestion.
"We require a more 'considered' approach" suggested Linflas in a condescending manner.
"OK", replied Hawk, "you can shoot him.... See, the other's think it's the safest bet. The only way to be sure." Linflas's jaw dropped at the suggestion, a pang of guilt already started in the gut of his stomach. Not that! he thought.
"I could do a sneaky and sly approach from around the side, you all distract him with hilarious antics, then I knock him out with his own club." suggested Alex rubbing his hands together.
So what to do?
* Yes it's a bad joke, she's wearing a Halter.