Everywhere we turn, false Bargles engage us. Some sort of shapechanger or doppelganger infests this fortress. I know not if they make lair or if they're minions of Bargle. Facing this legion has taken its toll on me. Jumping into a trap, not the wisest move I've made. Interment in a nasty ooze is my punishment. Upon teleporting to freedom, I cast a personally modified magic missile and dispatch one of the oozes created from the efforts to free me. These nasty bashers reproduce from slashing injury. I release another bout of Faustwiil's Focused Force Missile...and things journey south. My spell turns wild, changing the ooze into…
Everything goes dark at that point. I dream of the hurt caused my friends from my chaotic nature. I dream of easing that pain. I dream of maddening laughter and of chaos. I wake and somehow I am different.
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The wild mage awakens from the ooze-induced slumber and has a religious experience apparently, taking a level of favored soul :)
The gods, they do work in mysterious ways.
\mm/ ^_^ \mm/
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