Biting Off More Than They Can Chew: The Vampire's Guide to Portion Control.

 

So, when a vampire says they need a little blood, maybe use that wooden stake, before they drain you dry!

Here we see Craig - dead.

That's going to cost a res-scroll, , and where's the vampire in question, sulking at the back of the camp. Say's he's sorry, promises he won't do it again. No so much as a how's your friend, or here let me pay for damages.

"In the dimly lit dungeon, the gang scratched their heads. 'Is that res-scroll really worth the gold?' one pondered aloud, eyeing their flattened friend. 'I mean, how much do we really like him anyway?'"

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So after we logged last night, I thought I would spend a few minutes roaming the caverns looking for treasure chests.

> Delving solo into the cavern's depths, I wasn't hunting for trouble—just some shiny loot. Glittering in the darkness, three chests beckoned. 'Jackpot!' I thought. But as I reached out, the chests grinned back, revealing rows of sharp teeth. Turns out, they weren’t chests at all, but cheeky mimics. Just as I was contemplating the peculiar diet of mimics and whether they preferred their adventurers with a side of chips, everything went dark. The last thought that crossed my mind? 'Should’ve brought that stick

Household Staff Gone Rogue: What To Do When Your Butler Isn't the Dobby You Expected

 We'll look after your character Craig, no problems - not a scratch we promise.

When your butler shows up, and ... well let's just say he's not Dobby.

Zaph, you've got this - right?

The ancient book before him whispered malevolent incantations, its pages an eerie echo of the infamous Necronomicon. He raised his hands, incanting a spell he hoped would incinerate the accursed tome. "Extinguo librum," he intoned with a quivering voice.

Nothing. A haunting laugh reverberated through the valley, emanating from the book itself. It was as if the malevolent forces within had nullified Zaph's power, mocking his feeble attempts. Cursing, Zaph realized he was spent—drained of magical energy and faced with a reality too grim to fathom. The book remained, as menacing as ever.

With no other options, Zaph hastily shoved the book into his bag, its dark energy squirming like a caged beast. "This isn't over," he muttered, backing away. "I'll be back, after a full rest and a recharged spell arsenal. You haven't defeated me yet." Retreating, Zaph vowed to return, to conquer the malevolent force that defied annihilation. For now, the battle was lost, but the war was far from over.