Randall retreats past Antal (E28 is 60', I think) and readies an action to fling the flask of acid at an approaching swarm when it's in range.
Njord flees the vicious biting insects and hurls another exploding gourd.
Njord's explosive destroys another mass of the creatures and damages more of them, but the others keep coming. Antal hurries over to Jametor and taps him with the wand.
Njord continues swatting and bombing.
Jametor continues to flee from the swarm.
Asht'el continues to move quickly to keep ahead of the swarms of bugs, hustling after Randall, who seems to have been badly chewed up by the things. As he reaches the wounded halfling, Asht'el draws a wand from his belt pouch.
Antal retches at the feel of the nasty bugs all over him, as he too bravely runs away away. "Oh gods...disgusting! Worse than the time we saw Njord naked!" The bugs tear at his flesh and leave him barely standing.
Asht'el touches Randall with the healing wand, then moves further away from the swarms.
Fíriel begins to retch violently as the bugs crawl into her nose and mouth. She flees, grateful for Jametor's light but unable to even thank him.
Since he was nauseated, Randall holds off on the attack last round.
He continues moving east this round, thanking the ifrit for the healing.
The bugs surge forward as they realize their prey is making a break for it.
Jametor delays until he can see where his friends are headed.
Njord swats the persistent bugs crawling all over him and chucks another bomb.
Jametor pulls a healing potion from his haversack and gulps it down.
Jametor pulls a healing potion from his haversack and gulps it down.
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Njord's bomb makes short work of the closest insects, and scorches more of them.
Randall waits, ready to throw the flask of acid he's carrying when a swarm gets within 20'. Throw and dash is the plan.
I may need to be NPC-Ed until tomorrow evening because of hectic work schedules.
Asht'el runs away again, aiming to get close to Jametor and tap him with the wand of infernal healing.
Fíriel starts running toward Jametor, but then realizes that the only way to keep the swarm from coming after him is to give it something else to keep it busy. Running up behind Antal, she gives him a shove. "Run!" she calls, holding up her arms to try to keep the swarm from ignoring her.
Asht'el realizes that healing Jametor would just give the creatures more to feed on, so he heads down the road. Antal pulls a wand and runs as well, hoping he isn't followed. The nearest swarm converges on Fíriel, while the other goes after the big bear-thing.
Jametor runs west following the rest of the group. Yelling out, "Come on Firiel and Njord!"
Fíriel struggles out of the swarm, feeling the hundreds of bites sapping her energy. Stumbling along in the darkness, she tries her best to follow the sounds of the others' retreating footsteps.
Njord hastily lumbers towards his friends and lobs another explosive.
Njord's bomb sends bug-bits flying, but the rest of the bugs continue to advance.
Randall continues to wait, primed to throw the acid he's carrying. "Njord! Bring them toward me!"
The group keeps fleeing, though Njord's pause costs him as the bugs temporarily catch up.
Njord then leads the party back to mission control.
The group departs their hiding place and heads back towrad camp. Not far from their fight with the swarming insects, they stumble across a group of four elven scouts who weren't so lucky. The corpses have been stripped of anything useful and left in broken, battered piles in the street.
Within the city, the fighting continues to rage through the night, and a few times in their journey the party nearly stumbles into skirmishes, but manages to avoid them at the last moment without being noticed. An hour or two later, they arrive back at the camp without further incident.
It's night, shouldn't we head off to rest and recharge? I for one would like to have my full compliment of spells back.
Antal shivers, thinking of the bugs. "I, for one, will be struggling to sleep, after all of those crawlie...things..."
"We have double watches tonight", Njord says from his less ursine form. "We need to be ready for anything."
The group heads off to their tent to sleep, sending a messenger to report their success to Eviana. The night is long, the watches uneventful, and the group wakes in the morning feeling quite refreshed. A messenger appears as they're finishing their breakfast, informing them that Eviana wishes to meet with them. When they arrive at her tent, she wastes no time.
"Well done yesterday... we may yet pull through this. The next target we need you to eliminate is an old granary on the south side of the city, here. We aren't sure what you may face there, and it may even be a false lead, but it seems to be some kind of refuge and we cannot afford not to investigate it."
She pauses, waiting for the group's assent.
"As you wish. Let's try to finish this up quicker than the last one, try to get back before the awful swarms come out. Had nightmares."
Ready to go.
Randall inquires about splash weapons while they are in the elven encampment.