Lord Brain Sputum, the feared high priest of the nomadic Virus of the Mind Cult, appears suddenly and unleashes a relentless surprise attack on the entire local Guild of the Anesthetized Mind at one of their weekly meetings, successfully ensnaring every guild member in his viscous, pestilent spooey (save for a few monks who are bound by the law of the land from using any of their powerful defensive skills). At long last, as the monks impotently call out to absent authorities for help, a high level cleric recovers his will and blesses the guilders, freeing a bard to sing one of the guild’s most powerful cognition-dampening chants. It works! The mesmerizing effects of the spooey are neutralized by sufficient numbness of mind! As the guilders detach themselves from the sputum, a few at a time, they join in on the bard’s cantrip, with which they’re all so intimately familiar as their numb, droning refuge against all unhappy stimuli. Finally they slowly manage to build up an effective retaliation and eventually overcome the powerful evil cleric with a coordinated mind-number attack—the guild’s devastating signature power. The guild is saved!
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