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(DM, please can I check something. Berserkers can enter rage once per day l;er level, right? Is there an minimum interval between rages?)
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You are slowed from exhaustion for half an hour after berserking; you cannot rage during that time. Berserking at the beginning of a long fight can be two-edged, obviously.
Colour Spray victims always receive a saving throw if they are higher level than the caster (or have more hit dice than he has levels), although not necessarily a very good one. The spell will however affect 1d6 victims regardless. I view the sentence
as a bad piece of drafting directly contradicted by the effects later listed for creatures of higher level than the caster, and poorly reconciled with the “1 to 6 creatures will be affected” clause (carried to its logical conclusion, this would mean a 6th level caster could potentially affect only a single 1HD creature!) and this sentence was dropped in 2nd Ed. Of course, that’s assuming that it is possible to catch many creatures (and not your own side) in its area of effect.[/color]
The good people of Woolverton find lodgings for you - uncomfortable, but considering the state of the town at present they can be fairly said to be doing their best. Osvald continues musing and muttering until the rest of the party tell him to go outside until he can learn to shut up. ![]()
While outside, Osvald looks up at the sky and gasps. There is a bright ring around the full moon - a rare and awe-inspiring sight. He looks long at it, lost in a moment of quiet splendour amid the slaughterhouse smell of the town, and turns to where the moon’s light shines full on the chalk downs to the North. He seems to see a white glimmer on a distant hilltop before a cloud drifts over the moon.
Next morning, Guern the Hunter arrives - a leathery-skinned South Country man with gleaming black eyes and a half-savage dog that snaps and snarls suspiciously at the strangers, though it stays close by its master’s side. He grunts, a man of few words, as the situation is put to him. Casters, you may replenish your spells - either post a revised list or “No change”. There is (on the “waste not, want not” principle) fresh roasted lamb for breakfast, but if you object to being given flesh torn by wild beasts to eat they will find you some hard bread and sheep-milk cheese.
Not for the most part. Chalk hills are mainly grass country. There might be caves, though.

