I, Caleb, am frustrated. We had been investigating an organization supposedly involved in smuggling for several weeks. The gnome illusionist we are following right now was our best lead, but he was getting away again, but this time in a carriage.
At first he had used an illusionary trap spell to make us waste time trying to disarm it, letting him get away. Another time when we were almost upon him he turned himself invisible, then used an audible illusion to make us think he was going one way and once we were out of range of hearing, he escaped the other. Yet another had us galloping after him over an hallucination of flat and grassy terrain only to find ourselves swimming in a river. He had been playing these games with us constantly, always escaping before we could catch him.
Several days ago we were almost upon him when the fiend dashed through a rough looking group and used a spell of ventriloquism to make it seem as though we, the group chasing him, had said some horribly impolite words to the rough looking group and a scuffle ensued. We barely saw him jump upon an illusionary phantom of a mount and ride away tipping his hat and laughing as he fled.
Today was the worst as we had tracked him into a building which caught fire. Flaming beams fell upon us, trapped us, caught us aflame, and had us choking on smoke. Right before we died the illusion ended and we were physically fine, but our psyches were ravaged. We followed this mad gnome into the cellar and found his footprints walking through an illusionary wall. Passing this we found a dark room with a door leading into the sewers.
We continued to track him into the dank and dark sewers under the city. There in the darkness we were set upon by wraiths! They were cold to the touch and drained our life force. We got lucky in discovering they were an illusion upon shadow beasts and then quickly slew them, but one of our number was left gibbering in the darkness. As we came to the ladder out of the sewers that we had just seen him scamper up, we found a trap, but assumed it was an illusion. Alas, we were peppered with darts.
Up the ladder we struggled and found ourselves in a courtyard surrounded by guards. The fiendish gnome charged towards a carriage that grooms were still attaching horses to. The gnome yelled at them to leave it and just get him out of there as he jumped within the carriage. Meanwhile we fought through the guards to get to the carriage, but it left before we reached it. We grabbed the final horses and gave chase after the carriage. It did not take us long to catch up to the carriage as it had overturned shortly down the road.
As we came upon the carriage and dismounted, someone shot me with an arrow. My companions rushed to deal with the hidden threat. I, near death, gasped and heaved myself toward the carriage, hoping that foul fiend was within.
I looked within the carriage only to see naught within. Stunned, I was about to give a cry of warning only to discover a fireball going off between my companions and I. I knew it had to be that fiend and nothing, but an illusion. “I disbelieve!” I shouted. Had I not and it been an illusion I would have died. If it was real I would be dead anyway. It had to be yet another of his fiendish illusions.
The hot blast of fire tore me asunder and burned me to a crisp.