"Oh no you don't!"
String smoothly steps down the wall, "surfing" over the greasy part and stepping forward into the enclosed area - ending up next to the downed Felgarr and Maggie.
"Belrain, are they going to be okay?" he asked, uncertain of their fate and mildly nauseated by seeing their wounds up close.
Bizzlemont reloads his crossbow and fires at the spearman again.
Terion fells the spearman before he rises. Bizzlemont is off target.
The lone spearman wakes another, and he rises. The last one lies sleeping.
The old man hobbles down the steps, another piece of paper in his hands.
"Do you need more magic?" he says creakily.
"Don't let them get away!" Bizzlemont reloads his crossbow and fires at the spearman again, and yet again he misses the mark by a mile.
Terion nods with a smile to Ama as he notices her intelligent tactical awareness. Taking a step forward , he presses in on another spearman.
And almost stabs himself in the rush to attack...
"Alright, now we're getting somewhere!" says Strang. Estimating the distance to a spot opposite Terion that would place the spearmen between them, he takes a deep breath and lunges across the open ground drawing his sword as he does so.
Unfortunately, he tripped over his own bootlaces and stumbled - making little progress and opening himself up for an attack in return.
Humiliated at failing so spectacularly, he can do little more than take a swipe with his sword.
... which performs about as well as Terion's attempted attack.
Status hp 19, AC 17
Terion and Strang risk spear pokes to get close.
The spearman poking Strang steps back and tries again.
The last sleeping spearman is woken up and tries to stand (provoking from Strang).
Sighing at their continued troubles, Bizzlemont leaps down the stairs and points his finger at the middle spearman, trying to blind him.
Terion presses in on the spearman ahead of him - "I'm getting tired of this boys - why don't you just surrender, and you may live?!"
"Argh!" grunted/hissed Strang in pain, as injury was added to insult.
When the nearby "asleep" spearman tried to get up,
Strang dealt him a wicked slash and followed up with another equally-savage blow that quite possibly slayed the man outright.
Status hp 13/19, AC 17
Combat Over! great job
In a dazzling display, Strang and Terion put the spearmen down. The field is held for the day.
Ramne claps his hands as he waits for the grease to dissipate, and ambles down.
He points to his next tattered scroll. "This one allows me to comprehend arcane languages. I have it ready in case I hear anyone talking in a strange language."
Magnhildr shifts as the healing energy washes over her, but she still remains unconscious.
Belrain receives an urgent summons from on high.
Before departing, he heals all for as a last gift to the group. Obviously he is favored as healing is quite powerful. He intones "Go on without me. Defeat the great evil for me."
He bravely sets out for Orlane with all his nonmagical gear and his share of the loot.
"Oooooooow."
Magnhilder slowly rises, clutching the place where the spears bit into her belly. When she pulls her hand away, she's more than a little shocked to see the palm covered in blood. Panic fills her being as she claws at cloth and chain alike until she sees pink scars where there had been gaping holes. She leans up against the wall, her body shaking.
"I don't know who, but I owe somebody my life."
Bizzlemont hops down the steps to the body of the mage. He checks the man's pockets and then looks up to Elgoron. "You have Detect Magic, right?" He waits expectantly.
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"I do. I'll examine the area for any surprises our foes have laid for us. Everyone search our enemies for valuables, and do keep your eyes open for any rings you may find. One of them might be mine."
Elgoron then closes his eyes for a time, struggling to complete his spell, and opens them with a flash, moving around the walls of the room to look for secrets, traps, or lingering spells.
While Bizzle is searching the mage, he also reaches out once more to see if he sense his familiar, Razzle.
[ooc]Looking though the baddies' gear for anything interesting.
Terion straightens up and cleans his blade on a piece of cloth ripped from one of the dead bodies - "Damned bastards keep on catching us by surprise - I've half a mind to set this whole place on fire" - Terion roars.
"Is everyone ok?" - he inquires concerned for his companions that were knocked unconscious during the fray, and after he makes sure they have recovered, he stands watch while the others search the area.
"The blood on my armor says otherwise."
"No one said that went perfectly... only that it's an improvement over our previous forays," replies Strang.
the Steve mindvoice opined acerbically.
"It was more the consistency thing than the rather well thing. I'd like to avoid having my stomach become the place every cultist in this place decides to stick their spears."
"Grug. That slippery staircase was almost my doom. Safe travels, Belrain."
"One of us should take up the ring that Belrain left. I saw the power of its enchantment deflect several blows that should have struck him. It would do any of us well. Who wants it?"
"I'd rather someone else have it. I'll be trying to hold them at a distance."
Magnhildr pats her glaive as she leans against the wall.
You find yourself at a four-way intersection.
Searching the guards, you find they had a spear, a dagger, and a suit of scale mail. They also had a day of supplies in the form of a bowl of gruel. One of the guards also has a note in his gruel: 'I gave you extra, you pal, Dirk (winks)'
"I think we should go left."
"Left is fine. Let's keep our eyes peeled. We don't want to have to deal with another ambush like that. We can fit the suits of armor into Mags', Terion's, and my packs. The rest of you can carry an extra weapon. That way we keep the cultists from re-using these items against us in the future."
He hastens to take his own advice, then declares.
"Let's go."
Magnhildr nods and works quickly to stuff the gear into her pack.
The little gnome nods and follows the others down the left corridor.