Seeing that no goons are arriving in, Orwen moves in to help block that gas from retreating.
The cloud visibly quakes at the magic missile.
Casey keeps his eye out for reinforcements, confident the others will finish the cloud off.
Raising an eyebrow as Gunser's oar hurts the creature, Blast runs forward and steps up next to the throne and experimentally fires a crossbow bolt into the cloud.
The crossbow bolt drives deeply into the creature's core and, while it does not exhibit the burning effect that Gunser's attack did, it nevertheless seems to hurt it.
The cloud, checked by this onslaught, whirls around in a confusion before falling to the ground, coalescing into the form of a short man in a robe, hands raised in supplication as he begs, "DON'T KILL ME DON'T KILL ME PLEASE PLEASE DON'T KILL ME!"
"Your cowardice DAMNED THAT MAN.", Gunser declares, pointing with his oar at the vacant staring eyes of Mekalis' severed head. "It might yet save you. Do what Mister Hammer says, it don't do to make him worry. He's never had to learn any more complex method for dealin' with it, than smashin' the snot out of whatever it was."
"Gunner, good lookin' out."
"Minstrel, an ear on the hall ahead, if you please?"
"Magi, would you do with your eyes what only ye can do?"
"Hammer, at some point we'd be speakin' with him. I'm too soft, I know you've thought it, so let's weigh this: Bindin' hands and feet, enough to loose his mouth, would you reckon? Would any of the magi speak against that?"
"First tie up, then ungag." Jelani says, still waiting for the man to comply.
"Fair enough. You there, while you're gagged, be ponderin' a proper accounting of all defenders, defenses, traps and hazards. We'll start with that. And know that we've a history of turnin' loose what we can, of prisoners taken, but havin' no nonsense during or after. Know also, I hold you to blame for the death of Mechalus. We'll speak on that in a bit.", Gunser said.
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Mirrender knows full well the range of his senses, and so moves closer to the throne. He takes his time, however, ready for whatever traps this "coward" may have in mind. Drow are, after all, a sucpicious lot.
"Please move him away from the throne and dias so I can get a good look."
While technically not required for this, he keeps his rapier is still in hand. It's ... comforting.
"And make sure you show proper respect to Our Lady" he adds to the new "prisoner".
The man is wearing sandals, but he desperately shoves his hands against and partially into his mouth to show his sincerity, nearly crying.
Taurven ends his song. It wasn't quite done, but the battle seems to be at a lull for now. The Bard moves up to the back of the room, next to the wall and Jelani. Once there, he casts Dancing lights once again. This time, the spell manifests in a faintly glowing humanoid figure. Taurven plans on sending the figure down the hall to spring any ambushes that may be waiting.
"Oh, Lady of Mercy", Gunser mutters at the man's desolation. He drags the man away toward (p26). "Shut your eyes. Take your shirt off, wrap it 'round your head, sleeves down the back, then your hands behind you, hold the sleeves, one in each hand, I'll help you get set down in the corner here..."
Gunser sets the man in a sort of Lotus posture, facing the corner, a knee on each wall, shirt wrapped as a hood, blindfold, and choke collar (though not tight), with each sleeve held in one hand.
"Our Mister Gunner is watchin' you. I expect anything but settin' still would be your last act. But I also judge you can answer some questions."
"Are there more here besides yourself and Mechalus, likely to bring force against us?"
"Are there more here, at all?"
"Was alarm sent to the Takers, or to other allies?"
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"What kind of f*cktwit doesn't wear socks or underwear? Didn't your mother teach you anything?" Jelani asks, cuffing him upside the head. "I'm putting my hammer down to tie you up now. I hope for your sake you don't do anything stupid," he continues, setting his hammer down and pulling out his rope.
"If you have your target pinned, otherwise restrained, or unconscious, you can use rope to tie him up. This works like a pin effect, but the DC to escape the bonds is equal to 20 + your Combat Maneuver Bonus (instead of your CMD). The ropes do not need to make a check every round to maintain the pin. If you are grappling the target, you can attempt to tie him up in ropes, but doing so requires a combat maneuver check at a –10 penalty. If the DC to escape from these bindings is higher than 20 + the target's CMB, the target cannot escape from the bonds, even with a natural 20 on the check."
Orwen moves towards Gunser and Jelani, seeing that they are getting ready to tie up the guy. As he walks up to them he holds up a pair of manacles, "These might be a little stronger then that rope there."
Mellany steps up behind Gunser. "The croc got you pretty bad, Captain," she says as she casts a healing hex on his wounds.
While Mellany tends to Gunser's wounds, the terrified look on your captive suddenly disappears. Removing his hands from his mouth, each one extends a middle finger at the Captain. "YOU WILL DIE LIKE THE SCUM YOU ARE!"
Then his skin turns inside out and he transforms into a majestic eagle. He zooms over the heads of Gunser and Mellany and flees away.
A sea-mist scent rises under Mel's healing hand, and she feels the thanks of... no, the feeling's gone, now.
"Thank you, Miss", Gunser says, a gratitude and warmth coming to his features. He opens his mouth to speak, "I-, but that instant the coward becomes an eagle!
Gunser races under the bird, faster than the bird, down the hall ahead of the bird. "I think not, me ducky...", he growls, striking again as it catches up to him.
Swatting as the bird comes, Gunser finds only air. But he keeps the momentum, circling the oar's swing to catch the eagle as it passes.
Orwen brings down his greatsword on the eagle.
Having more or less blanked out except for choice moments during recent events, Blast comes back to himself as the man turns into an eagle. "Nei þú ert ekki, þú skítur!" the tiefling mutters as he draws an explosive vial and lobs it at the bird, moving closer for a better shot.
"Why don't these fools surrender when they have the chance?' Mellany mutters. She draws a sling and a stone from her pouch, takes a step towards the door, and flings the stone towards the retreating bird.
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Seeing the prisoner 'fly' away, Casey just shakes his head. "Dadgum fool." He takes aim, times it, and fires.
Orwen misses.
Gunser connects, his oar slamming into the Eagle but not killing it.
That job is left to Jelani. The barbarian's two hammer strikes nearly cuts the eagle in two, leaving it to flutter to the floor, where it congeals into the form of that small robed man with a massive gash in his chest.
"Indeed." Taurven agrees with Mellany. "I was hoping we could get some information out of these two. Or at least one of them."
The half-elf shrugs. Done is done.
"We might as well give these digs a searching over, while we're here. Maybe there is something useful to be found."
Taurven starts by closing the door out to the well. He has had enough of the stench of garbage for now. Then he checks the throne over.
Band of Intelligence +2
Decoy Ring
Transposition Ring
Cloak of Resistance +2
Hand of Glory
Ring of Protection +1
Clear Spindle Ioun Stone in a Wayfinder
Belt of Strength +2
Band of Wisdom +2
Amulet of Natural Armour +3
Cloak of Resist +3
Ring of Transposition
Ring of X-Ray Vision
Druid’s vestment- slightly battered
"Well, Therion never woke up for us to talk to him. Which is a shame, given how the wrong people seem to hate him, and the right sort to praise him. I hope he's done well, maybe seen the error of his ways."
"I'd apologize to all of you, if my lack of bloodlust ever brings you hazard or worry. It was clear enough this last one either never had plan to yield, or... heard somethin'... Miss called me 'Captain'... I reckon that word got back? It was a parade-ground turn, he did. I suppose we may never know."
"All this gear with whoever can make use of it for now, and we'll proper catalog and shares it out, later. Not much need to ponder 'owners', none of us are gettin' out of this alive. Still, a warrior, expert, or mage needs a surety of his kit, so, close enough, do figure a proper share."
"After we've swept the rest of this place."
"Sounds good to me. Let's check 'er out and git on outta here."
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Mirrender ignores the conversation for the moment, focusing his perceptions on the rest of the room(s). He starts by concentrating hard for a few moments and then moving slowly around the throne room, examining every part of it. He eventually makes his way down the various hallways, examining those as well.
Taurven works with Mirrender to give the place a good going-over. He also checks the bodies, for keys, to those locked doors.
"A lock of magic? We've a man of iron. But wit enough to be cautious, before we turn the Hammer loose on that door. And there's that ring of seein' through. Let's be sure of nothin' like our Gunner's powders, waitin' behind the door for a great hammer to make us regret it."