Gwalhur launches himself at the Blindhelm. Froth flecks his bared teeth as his claws dig great ruts in the earth.
If successful it also gets the trip attack
Once more, Bavmorda scales the wall
Rikal continues pounding on the drum, keeping the blood of his allies stirring.
Karek drinks his potion of Cure Light.
With one hand on the wall he steps back again to clear room for those who can see, listening to try and keep an idea of where the creature is?
Rikal continued to beat his drum, kindling rage in the hearts of the sworn band. Inspired, Bavmorda tried the wall again. Even with Rikal's beat spurring her on, she couldn't quite make it. Gwalhur, already above, lashed out at the blindheim. Despite the wolf's best efforts, the froglike creature remained just clear of his jaws.
Karek hurriedly quaffed a potion, the draught restoring his health but not his sight.
I have nothing to say here for once.
Owen staggers forward out of the corridor, rubbing furiously at his eyes with one hand to try to clear his vision.
Owen groped his way forward, rubbing at his eyes with one hand and following the tunnel wall with the other.
The blindheim turned its glare on Gwalhur, striking the wolf blind and then pressing the attack. Claws and teeth rent flesh, tearing Gwalhur down and leaving the wolf bleeding and near death.
G's blind AC is 10 blinded, so that's all hits. Damage is 15, taking him to -11. He dies at -15. I've marked him to indicate his peril.
Chotka let the pounding of the drums take hold and rushed forward with his greataxe.
,
The foul beast ducked just before the axe hit home, leaving the orc reeling.
Gwalhur!!!! Bavmorda wails and again tries to climb the cliff.
Chotka surged forward, swinging his axe with inspired wrath only to miss by a whisker. Izzak brought out his falchion and swung hard, but his foot slipped on the wet stone just at the critical moment and he missed just as Chotka had.
Once more Bavmorda struggles to climb the cliff.
Rikal will put his drum away, allowing the beat to linger in the veins of the others and to catch his blood on fire as well. He grips his Morningstar and says, "If you can force it towards me, perhaps the spirits shall guide my weapon to crush the beasts skull!"
"If you can force it towards me, perhaps the spirits shall guide my weapon to crush the beasts skull!" Rikal said, putting aside his drum and drawing his morningstar.
At last, Bavmorda scaled the treacherous wall and gained its top.
Karek is blind and stays where he is, listening to see if he can do anything?
Too many blind people in such a small space. Karek stays out, hoping those who can still see can kill it.
Frustrated by his red haze blindness and aware that he might get in the way of those who could see, Karek stood back and tried to keep out of the way.
Owen will wait for the right moment to strike.
Spirits of the earth! Heed my call! Aid us!! Bavmorda thrusts her hands into the loose dirt of the cavern floor. The grass bracelets about her wrists uncoil and wriggle into the earth. Then, the area far beyond the group erupts in thrashing roots and fungal vines!
Owen waited for a good moment to strike, keenly aware that a blind man stood at grave risk in a battle.
The blindheim showed no such courtesy, its blazing red eyes washing over Gwalhur again as it tore into the wolf with claws and teeth, stealing the last of his life.
Full attack for Gwalhur.
Chotka let's loose a bestial roar and swung his axe again, but the spray of gore from Gwalhur distracted the orc and he was unable to connect.
Chotka swung his axe again, but lost his mark in the spray of blood as Gwalhur died. Izaak fared better, raising up his earthbreaker and bringing it crashing down on the blindheim. Its skull shattered and its burning eyes went out as it collapsed to the ground.
hit
dead
Karek slumps against the cave wall. "Getting humbled hurts." Is his wry opinion.
Bavmorda rushes forward, cradling the ruined form of her companion. Gwalhur!!!! You have fought bravely, twice now. I am sorry, my friend. With quiet keening and flailing of the earth, she piles stones over the ruined wolf. Then, she cuts her palm and places witch-runes about the cairn in five places that its spirit may rest easy in this accursed place.
Rikal leans back against the wall and asks, "Do any of you know if our sight will return? I do not like our chances in this place if we are unable to see."
The sighted members of the sworn band spot a corpse near the pool, mostly eaten. Among the remains they find a pouch containing:
42gp
a silver icon of a pickaxe made from human bones and a skull (25gp)
and three potions (2 cure light, 1 remove blindness)
I shall consult the spirits.. Bavmorda cuts her hand again and smears it on the wall the cave. She sprinkles dust from the floor and stirs it three times with a birch twig. As she does, she reads the swirls from bloodied mud.
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I shall consult the spirits.. Bavmorda cuts her hand again and smears it on the wall the cave. She sprinkles dust from the floor and stirs it three times with a birch twig. As she does, she reads the swirls from bloodied mud.
Bavmorda thinks that the blindness is temporary and should pass in about an hour.
She scoops the muddied blood from the wall and drags three fingers across the eyes of the blind warriors. In the passing of a shadow, your sight shall be returned
Rikal says, "I thank you, Bavmorda. I believe in time you shall be a Wise Woman in your own right."
"We still have some time with the odd magic." Karek states. "Let us wait and then search more while we can."
Water Breathing Timer: 5:45
"I don't see much sense in rushing ahead blind. I had enough trouble doing any good while I could see."
"I don't see much sense in rushing ahead blind. I had enough trouble doing any good while I could see."
"Regardless of whether we press on or fall back, we should wait until those of us who have been blinded can see again."
Agreed oblu a fool fight with his arms bound
An hour passes and the red haze fades back to normal vision.
Water Breathing Timer: 4:45
"Our sight is restored. Are we able to press on and advance further?"
"Good to go." Karek says, flexing his fists. "Charging in as we wished did not go well for us. Should we order our band as a warparty? Scouts out first and a leader to give commands." Is his suggestion.
While the band waited for their damaged eyes to adjust, Chotka looked around the immediate area.
"It is lucky that your vision returned so soon. Let us push forward, so we don't remain stuck down here. I'd not want to attempt to swim out without the magic to let us breathe."
It looks to be human or maybe half-elven, but it's very chewed up.
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Chotka believes it to be the sign of Zyphus, Glad of Death, the Grim Harvestman, Reaper of Misfortunes, The Graveyard God, He Who Bathes in Tears, and the Father of Dooms.
The sworn band gathered and pressed on, going down the tunnel to the south. As Bavmorda passed into the tunnel, the sound of rope rushing across stone broke through the party's effort at silence. Something snapped and a cascade of head-sized stones fell on Bavmorda. One struck her on the crown of the skull with a sickening crack. She fell, dead before she hit the ground.
Rikal leans down and checks Bavmorda for signs of life, although based on the damage to her skull he doubted he'd find any. Finding her to be dead, he stands and quietly says, "May the spirits embrace you and welcome you back to the earth." Looking at the others, he says, "We should keep an eye out for other traps. Be wary."
A powerful orc, naked save for a few scraps of hide and greataxe and bow crafter's from the bound femurs of a giant, steps around the bend. His hide is a canvass work of battle scars, and ritual tattoos and brands dedicated to the gods and rights of passage of his tribe. His tusks are over large and razor-sharp. Tusks and ears dangle from a brownish-green leather thong about his neck. Yet, despite his primitive appearance, there is something noble in the savage brute.
He approaches the group and slams his fist to his chest and bears his tusks to the sworn band in the traditional orc greeting. Such displays of strength are commonness between male orcs of the tribes wandering Numeria.
SuvwI' rI'! Groomahk, regh jev, Ha'-SuvwI'pu' quv ulfar 'Iv nob Qeb SuvwI'!
Hail warrior! I am Groomahk, warrior of the Bleeding Storm, ring-warrior of Ulfar Ring-Giver!
Chotka planted the haft of his axe in the ground and returned the greeting.
Chotka motioned at his sworn companions. "This is a dangerous place, and we have already lost members of our warband. How is it that you've come and survived here?"