"Frank and I were protected by this wall in the way, Gerard. The same should be asked of you, though."
Euphemia mentions calmly, rubbing Frank under his chin.
Gerard limps closer to Phem, Been better, probably live... But let's not do that again, we're still not fighting as a unit. But that takes time.
Nursing a rib, he winces.
So any suggestions on improving our chances? I wanted to throw a spell in there but Daniel was in close combat.
"It also requires space." she chuckles, remembering the bottle neck effect going on. "I cannot risk Frank without line of sight." She explains, reaching out to assess the extent of his damage to determine what curatives are necessary.
"Best take a potion, hm? I can only heal you via my hex once per day... I want to save it for a desperate time."
As everyone spends time healing themselves, the last foe slips deeper into to unconsciousness until death takes him in a grand explosion.
Oddly enough their gear is remaining post explosions. There are 4 short swords, 3 vials of a black substance, leather armor. There are two small pouches containing coin and gems.
Gems and Jewels Breakdown
Jade 85gp, Jet 63gp, Ring 105gp, Obsidian 7gp, Bracelet 13gp
Coins Breakdown
pp: 18
gp: 124
sp: 540
Gerard reaches for Euphemia, to shield her.
This filthy bedroom features a sagging bed and a small writing desk and chair. The reek of spoiled food and unwashed flesh is thick in the air. There are now splatters of blood and guts over the entire room.
Euphemia is well shielded, but Frank had the misfortune of sliding out of his position in her arms and got pretty toasted.
Frank!
You see a very cleverly hidden spyhole in the west wall.
I am relatively alright, Mistress. Frank promises, thus allowing Euphemia to fuss on...
"Gerard, are you alright?!"
Gerard comes over, worried about Frank. But his attention is drawn to a spot over the witch's shoulder.
Kinky bastards... What's this? A spy hole.
As you look through the opening see a dark room, given you limited ability to see in the dark. It appears to be larger than the one you are in though but disheveled.
Content that Gerard isn't too injured, Euphemia picks up Frank and nurses him back to health with a healing hex.
Gerard takes a peek.
Patterns, safeguards... I've seen places like this before. Whatever this place... was, it is now a well disguised and protected thieves den, not some makeshift hideout but one with multiple fortifications and defenses.
I can't see in the dark, but I can make out a dark room. It appears to be larger than this one and disheveled.
"Perhaps it is flammable, hm?" Euphemia asks with a smile, cuddling Frank in his not-deadness. "Do you need my light spell? I am referring to the regular one, and not that of the Morrowfall, clearly."
It's an idea, but Daniel or Azreal can see in the dark, neh?. Gerard scratches the top Frank's head.
Phem, I loved that minor insight thing... felt like I could see what to do next. Any more of that, or do you run out?
Gerard searches the bed and desk.
"As long as Frank lives, it is unlikely I will run out."
Euphemia smiles and touches Gerard again with the bit of insight that characterized the greatest cantrip ever.
Andrea curses. Just what were those things? If we ever encounter them again, we need to make sure we subdue them before anything lethel is done.
Spy hole, if there is a room behind this one there might be a door as well. We might be able to move through Walcourt easier instead of stumbling through every single room.[/b]
There is nothing special about either the bed or desk; the entire room looks like it has already been tossed. You don't see any secret compartments or doors.
While the others search the room, Euphemia looks over the treasure gathered.
Andrea puts her fingers to her temples and Detect Magics
Gerard limps closer to Phem, Been better, probably live... But let's not do that again, we're still not fighting as a unit. But that takes time.
Nursing a rib, he winces.
Our tactics were not horrible, we had them in a corner and on their backs.
Daniel looks through the hole with darkvision.
There are (4)+2 Short Swords, (2)+2 leather armor, (3)vials of black smear poison.
Daniel, peeking through the spyhole, you see the outline of a large room that is in a bit of disrepair, there are a couple bedrolls on the floor. Tehre is at least one doorway directly across from the spyhole but it is a closed wooded door.
Some magical armor, magical short sword and more poison.
Now, now... I never said horrible. Maybe they were just lucky. I know you're all big and strong, just move around a little. It creates shall we say... opportunities?
Excellent with the tripping, I tried to follow up on it.
Gerard considers Daniel's description of the other room. Didn't one of you state the place was under some form of protective illusion?
I think it was magic that prevented us from summoning help or teleporting. Thus Azreal can't dimension door.
"Eurgh... I hate this stuff," Euphemia says, looking at the poison. "But perhaps I should put some on my gauntlets... and arrows.."
Frank is still reeling like a drunkard from Gerard's dextrous hands.
Then you can't pet Frank.
And, there's always a chance you get it on yourself... and are affected.
Scratches under Frank's chin...
Frank shivers.
Mistress... his hands are absolutely criminal.
Euphemia quirks an eyebrow at Frank but examines her gloves again.
"I can treat myself, though... But I suppose I'm not going to be in combat unless things are desperate, anyway. Gerard, should I poison your daggers?..."
You get the impression that she really, really abhors the poison but wants to take every advantage she can right now.
You can't.... start an oration... with a conjunction, dear Mistress..."
Well. Daniel no doubt doesn't approve using it, but Gerard does have several poisons from the Hagwood fight. Any advantage I guess.
Andrea will let Gerard have the black smear poison if he wants.
He scratches her back between the shoulder blades gently. Keep you conscience clean, brave-heart. The poison is beneath you. My three other magical daggers are poisoned still, I've not used them since the forest.
Back there, I used the dagger I had crafted and a spare dagger. Neither were poisoned.
Well, it looks like we have that door to explore in the room we first entered So we should check that out.
Daniel stows his shield on his back.
He keeps his sword in his right hand and lays a cesti on Gerard.
I shall make room for you sooner next time.
The paladin shares a look with the hound but they say nothing about the poison.