My health was already at half from an earlier battle, so I ran further into the cemetery to heal and see what I had stolen from him.  I cast greater heal and magic reflect, then saw in my pack that I had stolen only a polymorph scroll from him.  Deciding that I wanted to go for more of those reagents, I started making my way back down into the cemetery, pausing for a moment to use the polymorph scroll on myself.  Deciding it might be good for a laugh, I transformed into a chicken.

I made my way back to where he was standing and strolled over to him, preparing to snoop his pack.  Then suddenly to my surprise, I (in the form of a chicken) began to auto-defend from the mages earlier attack.  My little chicken flapped both its wings and hopped a bit, then suddenly hurled a crossbow bolt into the mages backside.  Being that I am a GM Archer/Warrior that had a heavy x-bow of force equipped, my first blow cut the mage to nearly half-life.  Started, he yelled "WTF!" and In Vas Mani'ed himself.  He took a few steps away from me and was obviously trying to figure out where that mystery bolt had come from.  Since I was auto defending myself, he didn't see any type of attack message, and apparently didn't do an all names to discover that I was a thief- in-chickens-clothing.  A moment later, my little chicken did its dance and *thunk!* another bolt whizzed across the screen and connected, dropping him to half health again.  At this point, he had no doubt that the chicken (me) was the attacker, and uttered a "how the hell??!?" and began running for the cemetery gates.

At this point, I am nearly in tears I am laughing so hard.  I didn't expect to auto defend, and the little animation the chicken did before firing the bolt was funny as hell.  After a moment I gave chase, my little chicken wings flapping like mad as I ran.  I caught up with him at the gate to the cemetery just in time to see him telling a passerby "Help, a chicken is attacking me!" The passerby assuming this to be a joke just chucked and kept on going.  Right about then my missile firing fowl lobbed another bolt into him, reducing him to near death.

The mage then doubled back and ran into the cemetery again with me giving chase.  He cast greater heal again, bringing him to about half health.  I did my chicken dance and fired off another bolt, this one missing the mark.  At this point he seemed to get a bit braver.  He said "Ok you damn bird, EAT THIS!.. Kal Vas Flam…" Suddenly the mage was engulfed in flame, as my reflect put all of the spell energy right back onto him.  The end result being that he fell to the ground, dead.

I can only imagine what this poor guy was thinking as he saw this little bird stroll up to his corpse, and all of plate mail began to disappear.  If the shock of being attacked by a projectile firing chicken didn't bowl him over, the fact that this very same chicken was now looting his corpse must have been unbearable.

After picking him clean, I headed for the cemetery gate just as the polymorph wore off.  His ghost just stood there at the corpse, and I don't think he saw me make the conversion back to human form.  I have never again seen that chap at the cemetery again.  Perhaps he is still too afraid of losing his life, and loot, to the Dark Rooster of Britain.

Greybeard - UgK
The Butt-Naked Avenger

Moral of this Story:  The next time you see an oh-so innocent looking chicken hanging out by you, dropping the barbecue sauce and getting the hell out of dodge might just be the wisest to do.