We sent out the level 1 fighter.
Challenged in one-on-one combat by a blue half-dragon. Our fighter stood brave and strong, if only for 12 seconds.
When he felt like he may have a chance at surviving, the blue half-dragon blew him away, decapitating the poor fighter in spectacular fashion.
As we carried our former ally into the castle, our ever-cheerful potion maker rushed in, casting a mending spell to reattach the head to its previous location. He then pulled out one of his very special potions, a cloudy brown mixture he knew would bring back the dead.
Nothing happened.
The end.
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