Total party kill.

The party moved slowly into the lower chamber of Bargle’s tower. Weapons drawn and wary for trouble. Bargle was at the Baron’s castle this evening. They could deal with the wizards wards and constructs, but the Wizard was much too powerful for them to deal with. They needed to find Leena, the dukes missing agent... hopefully they would find some clues here... if not then at the Barons castle.

“Vermin...” a voice snarled. Bargle. He stood on the balcony looking imperiously down at them. Staff held aloft, focusing a spell.

“It’s a trap!” Lorn the elven warrior mage declared as he saw they were surrounded. Golems flanking Bargle on the balcony above them and in the four corners of the room lurching to life and menacing them. Then the fireball went off, a small spark of flame that shot to the centre of the lower chamber and exploded with terrible heat and pressure and . There were screams and cries of pain from his comrades. Lorn was lucky enough to have dodged behind a small statue and avoided much of the blast. This saved him. But his other companions were not so lucky.

“Heh. Foolish peasants,” Bargle sneered, “you thought to challenge me in my Tower! To rob me!? Your stupidity is without peer...”

Lorn swallowed, sensing he was almost done for. Another blow would end him. He cowered behind the statue of a demon and racked his mind... he knew he was going to die. But... maybe... he grabbed at a scroll tube and fumbled it open and hurriedly cast the spell. Bargle too was casting. Lorn gripped the enjeweled platinum amulet about his neck as he finished his spell at the same instant Bargle finished his. Lorn let out a cry of pain as the fireball cooked his flesh, boiled his eyeballs and threw his body across the chamber to lie in a smouldering pile on the floor.

Lorn’s body was dead. His mind however was now in the magic jar of his amulet. He felt trapped, disembodied, helpless. He heard Bargle laugh. If he still had teeth he’d grit them in rage. As it was he could only fume in anger. His body was dead. But he would have his ...