As I come around, I notice destruction around. Everyone seems to have tired, some mortally injured. I rush over to xdude, casting holy light on him to heal his finger. Wardead himself seems very tired, and I don't blame him. However, whilst I was unconscious, I could still hear what was being said. Including the bit about my pegasus looking like a cow. That gave me an idea. I thrust my hands to the sky, and yelled an arcane language. At first, nothing seemed to have happened, but gradually you could hear it. A loud, ominous, mooing sound. The Holy Cows had arrived...
