Contributor: BrettB

Daelindra glanced at the trio of large ogres, then back at Ket. She was visibly frightened.

“Ket, those are ogres – big ogres.”

“With clubs!” Their sprite volunteered. Ket shook his head.

“Relax,” He began. “Why do you think I chose gryphons for the Polymorph? Don't forget Dae, you're not a wood elf practicing alchemy, and I'm no longer a halfling either. We're two fierce gryphons!” Ket flexed his talons. “I mean, look at these claws and beak, and I can fly! We're more than a match for a few dim-witted swamp ogres.” Daelindra still didn't look convinced. “Okay, look. We've got a sprite who can cast spells on our side, right?” The two gryphons turned to look at the small green fairy.


“Uh, well...I can do minor healings, make you fall slowly, cause a mild rash in most human and demihuman races, um...I can perform sendings, there's...” Ket cut her off.


“See? She can do sending spells. If we're in dire trouble, she can instantly call for help.” Ket backed out of the bushes they were in and spread his wings. “Last one to the swamp is an orc's mother!” He called as he took to the air.


“You're on!” Daelindra challenged as she took off behind him.


“Please be okay. Please be okay.” The sprite whispered as she crossed her fingers.