As the fetchling slips past Arlok he mutters, "It would be, entertaining to see them deal with a worm or perhaps Saracek." The shadowy man's eyes narrow as though in a grin.
As Brok continues to flee the battle, the rest of you prepare for the assault which must be surely coming...as the field of darkness grows to encompass the two skeletal minions holding the front lines...yet does not grow any further.
It is easy to hear the battle being joined in earnest as the minions are surely fighting for their existence.
"Arlok no can hit what can't see. Arlok say we run."
The fetchling, by all appearances, is in agreement with the mighty godling yet does not immediately retreat. Instead, Keil takes a few more steps south towards the door all the while keeping his eyes on the witch and the wall of darkness beyond for any sign that the battle may turn in their favor.
Brok hoofs it south.
Grey cast a spell, reaching out with his power.
Praetor is certain the darkness is caused by that spell though, judging by the way the emanation is moving, the spell is affixed to a moving target.
Grezzor retreats again, ordering 'Mountain' to follow him, and waiting for a decisive order from the others - "I can unleash my fire spells on them, but you should remove your minions Praetor" - he snickers.
"No. They are made to be disposable and reusable. They will hold the black skeletons in place while you blast them." Grey said. "Go ahead."
"Grapple them. Attempt to pin them. If you succeed rap the ground with your heel three times." Grey said to his three minions inside the darkness.
Inside the darkenss the ogres fought on.
The witch doctor issues his orders to the skeketal minions, yet cannot discern what effect the orders had on the melee. It is clear the circle of darkness has stopped approaching closer...for the moment...
"Please step aside" - he asks the others after a few moments elapse, then unleashes a bead of concentrated fire into the darkness to erupt as soon as it hits anything.
Brok runs.
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"Follow goblin Brok."
Arlok falls back.
Minion #1 and #2 destroyed; BS1 17 dam; BS2-4 8 dam
Grezzor sends a fireball into the mass of darkness and for a brief second he sees a half dozen skeletal figures illuminated before the darkness returns as before...
As you wait to see what the outcome is you note the darkness is once again advancing upon you, and there is no sign of the witch doctor's two minions...
The fleet footed goblin leads the duergar on a merry chase, finally managing to catch him as the goblin is attempting to climb the tunnel to the outside, back in the dirt cave. Fortunately nothing crosses your path during your flight.
"We must flee!!!! Flee for our lives!!!"
Next the goblin nods, and waits patiently, delaying his actions as much as possible - once he is right at the tip of the darkness globe, he unleashes a cone of searing flame into the globe and retreats.
BS1 29 dam; BS2 32 dam; BS3 20 dam; BS4 32 dam.
The goblin wizard sends his flames into the sphere of darkness and is nearly overwhelmed by the shrieking of the black skeletons. Still the goblin does not feel the sense of terror from them though even as he cast his spell a pair of retaliatory strikes assault the goblin...
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The blades connect with his skin and he feels his strength ebb even further...
Brok continues to struggle with Vargrenz.
"Don't take Brok back to the screaming dark!!!" the little goblin shrieks.
With Grezzor's pyrotechnics spent, Keil steps to the side to permit the magician's retreat then steps out of the door himself. The shadowy man keeps his hand on the handle and looks in Grey's direction, "Praetor." Judging by the fetchling's tone, the necromancer won't be getting a second chance to exit stage left.
Grey rushed after Keil, following them to safety.
Deciding discretion is the better part of valor you all retreat back out the door, Keil moving to secure the door quickly after awaiting the return of both Ranulfus and Praetor's two remaining skeletal minions. Of the other two minions...and of Brok and Vargrenz...there is no sign...
Securing the door the shadowy man spits his disdain for what had transpired. "Ambushed. We need better means with which to deal with those things Grey. They block our way out." The fetchling regards the necromancer and awaits direction from their appointed leader.
"We need a means to dispel the darkness." Grey said. "I have some thoughts about that, but they are neither cheap nor fast."
"Don't take me back to the dark!!!!" Brok wails.
Seeing the door Keil secured start to shudder and rattle in its hinges you all decide to retreat further...and with the help of Ranulfus' sense of smell are able to find where the goblin fled to, now freed of the panicky magicks that affected him earlier.
I don't think you have to be the hungry dead to follow that trail of yellow dribble.
"What now?" - Grezzor inquires - "Try another direction?"
Arlok nods.
"Arlok can't fight what Arlok can't see."
"Brok say we take tunnel down to see where it goes."
"We know stairs go down to giant worms that eat Keil. We not know what might be down other tunnel."
"Maybe Oracle is down that tunnel."