Holgar the Brave, High Knight of Charlemagne and Holy Protector of Tasardur, surveys the events from atop Apple Butter, his Equestrian Mount. With a flick of his heels, Holgar charges through the throng of goblins that surround Urkral, leaving a trail of humanoid goo in his wake.

“I call him Apple Butter, because that’s what he makes of my foesâ€?

“Yeah, yeah, just heal me, Tony…um, I mean Paladinâ€?

Holgar slides from the saddle and starts his religious chant. Divine energy pulsates throughout Urkral’s body reforming the broken bone. The goblins continue the march. The two friends stand shoulder to hip, with weapons drawn.

FROOM

A crater of smoldering goblin bodies lay just inches in front of Urkral and Holgar. Their faces show no signs of surprise, due to the fact they no longer have eyebrows. Urkral pats out the flames from the patches of hair that was once a beard.

“I told you to let me use my Fireball spell before you charged in” said the Elven Wizard. The Halfling giggles.