The Misadventures of the Missed Adventurers

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Arthur rolls over and comes to, awakened by the smell of blackened coney. Partially deafened by the silence spell, he barely catches Narp's question.

Arthur "Umm, yes, sort of. I sacrificed the speed portion for additional strength. Unfortunately, the increase in strength from such a method has an inverse square relationship to the duration of the spell--thus the sudden hangover. Fortunately, although the side effects are more intense than normal, they wear off sooner, probably soon after dinner."

Arthur "As for my place of origin, I would say here. At least, it used to be here, right under our feet (your feet, at least). Apparently, this mountain has taken over this real estate. I was climbing it in hopes of seeing something familiar. After using that strength spell, though, I was forced to take a faster mode of transportation to get here before the side effects kick in."

Arthur takes a massive bite of rabbit. "Say, this is just how I like it! Which one of you gents went to chef school, anyway? The only thing I like better is that bland apprentice-magician-produced stuff." He smacks his lips loudly. "You wouldn't happen to have a gallon or so of orange pekoe available to wash this down?" The remnants of the coney bones (some with teeth marks) are tossed into the fire.