A VERY Unfortunate Group Of Crusaders, And It Wasn't The ADVENTURERS They Expected To Have To Out-Think The Situation...

The flash of insight is so sudden and brilliant it's agonizing: you can't understand how you didn't see it before! The bane of your existence is that giant barrel of Holy Water, suspended by a thick hemp cable from the ceiling of the cave... They drop it on you every damned time and the splashing wave gets you wherever you are, even if you try to fly...

But how high would it reach, really? You can fly, why not fly to the ceiling and cut the rope yourself?! Spring the giant bane-of-your-existence AOE attack before the 'heroes' even arrive, and let them confront you the way you should have been built, a WALL of steel and hellfire that there is no way over, under or around, the only path forward is through and without that designer sponsored cheat code, that, is a tricky proposition! >:=}

You tense leap up and fly as best you can in your constrained area you are allowed before the heroes enter your room, but you manage to squeeze past the barrel and reach the ceiling of the cave, then with a single mighty swing of your sword the rope is cleaved off the U-bolt in the ceiling which held up the barrel and it plummets to the ground below, just like always...

Except for this time, you are watching with vicious glee from above, rather than resigned defeat from below. Even so, a handful of drops splash you even up here, but you relish the pain, this is the pain of a feeble final strike from a worthy opponent you've defeated rather than the all-consuming **** of a blitz attack by one who won't duel fairly.

The bell stops ringing, they're very close now, they've killed the imp.

That is a pity. On the extremely rare occasions when you've been able to drive off the heroes for an hour or two, almost always due to extremely bad planning on their part, the imp has sometimes gotten tired of ringing her bell and come into your chamber to talk, even, one quite memorable and pleasurable time, having sex with you while you waited... Well, after a fashion, she gave you an expert handjob and drank so much of your semen she looked like she was in the early stages of starting to 'show' in pregnancy, and you, in turn, licked her to climax and drank down her ejaculations when she came in your mouth, but that was as close to proper intercourse as you could get. The imp's not much bigger than a bowling-ball in terms of mass, and your cock literally could-not FIT inside any of her orifices, being approximately three inches across and eighteen inches long when fully erect.

You stay aloft, watching the three entrances to the chamber that the heroes might use, eyes flicking every which way, but you soon realize they've stopped just outside the lower entrance. "Whoh, someone's been in here already!" One of them says, a man by the sound of his voice. "So, who cares? They used the trap, that means the Helldrak's dead, we can catch up." Another man's voice declares, and several women's voices chorus agreement then they finally enter.

There are Ten of them, Two Paladins, Four Clerics, an Oracle, Two Champions, and an Inquisitor, they all are sworn to Anari or Helia except one cleric who appears to be a devotee of Logaros and one of the Champions who is sworn to Valdur. Of their company, 70% are humans or half-humans with the remaining 3 being the Champion of Valdur, who is an Elven-lass, naturally, and two of the clerics, not including the one sworn to Logaros, one of whom is a Dwarven woman and the other of which is a Lizardkin dame. Of their group only one Paladin and the Fourth Cleric are male, both humans and both pale-skinned musclebound thuggish types with beards and a beer-gut, built like refrigerators with arms. You take an instant dislike to both men, especially the way they seem to ignore the longing glances from their female companions while casually bossing both the women-folk and each-other about.

You are about to descend to attack when something interrupts your plan...