Level Dwayned
Hey, I'm just the inpartial observer here. Don't hate on the gamemaster, hate on the game. Well, maybe not the game either.
Dave, miss.
Brogg, good one, a solid hit with the shield. Dwayne didn't expect that. 7 points of shame-fueled damage. Dwayne's none too happy and takes another... 1 hp as the flames die out.
Dave, Dwayne says "I took the life of your floating pet, and I'll take yours as well PRIEST" he spits that last word like it tastes bad. Dwayne kind of has a "spray it don't say it" thing going on. Swing with the mace... hit! Touch with the feared level-draining hand... hit again! Oof. You take 6 hp damage, plus lose one level and the 8 hp you got! Sorry chummer, from 22 down to 8. Dwayne laughs "Yes! The power is mine!" To make matters even worse, the mace seems to suck some of your life and give it to Dwayne! He's healed for... 1 hp. Well, it's the thought that counts.
Brogg, with the shield bean you've now earned Dwayne's wrath. Again. Go.