Make a run for it

Eilwy pulled a small bottle out of her pouch. As she looked up, she was surprised to see a young man sprinting away from her. Raising her arm, she pointed at the fleeing man and spoke a quick spell. A bolt of lightning shot from finger striking the man and he collapsed with a scream. Hopefully that bolt didn't kill him quite yet- she had only wanted to paralyze him - for now.

Humming quietly, the Black Reaver bent down and picked up the little troll who was now only the size of her thumb. He was no longer frozen and struggled feebly as she laughed dropped him into the bottle. Placing the bottle back in her pouch, she walked slowly toward her next victim.

Dirk's body twitched slightly as he lay on the ground moaning softly. He was barely conscious, and could not seem to command his body to make any voluntary actions. His sense of dread grew with every step he heard the witch take toward him. Finally she was right next to him and kicked his shoulder turning him onto his back.

"Oh good, you're still awake. This will make things more fun."