Lamsfel points at the stable. "I expect them to come out of there. I will to the side so you can fire without worrying about hitting me."
He hustles across the courtyard to the wall of the stable and waits about 10' to the side of the door. Hopefully, the door opens out and he can position himself so he will be hidden behind the door.
As the battle shifts from the rooftops to the ground floor, Callomeleth shoulders his bow and unlimbers the glaive from his back. "I suspect there will be more than just the two crebain when they emerge from whatever that building is. Let us have the Rose's blessing upon us, so we might prevail this day." He sings a soft hymn to Shelyn, and a pleasant scent of rose perfumes the air around them.
I think I21 puts me within reach of the door, so put me there. I cast bless this round.
They may be calling for reinforcements, or arming another weapon. Tristan, if you step outside we can help you to hold the door against whatever comes out, or smash it down if those creatures have barred it against our coming.
Almost as soon as Lamsfel is in position, the southern doors to the stables open, but what emerges is not a dire corby but a spider the size of a pony. Tybus and Tristan loose their arrows, however, and the monstrous arachnid dies as quickly as it appeared. A shout of fury echoes from somewhere within the stables, and the noise is definitely not that of a dire corby - or, for that matter, any of the common humanoids.
Lamsfel, face visibly paled from the appearance of the spider, holds his position and steels himself for another surprise.
"This does not bode well." Tristan nods to Gan, then sheathes his bow and steps outside, drawing his sword.
Aye, mate. What have we got here? Tybus asks with grim curiosity. He follows Tristan's actions in stowing his bow and reaching for his sword. However, his hand wavers between the basket-hilt of the cutlass and the longer, elegantly wrapped handle of Song of Sparrows.
私は私がやっているか知っていると思います。 he mutters.
He grasps the hilt of the Minkaian sword and draws it in a smooth motion, simultaneously infusing it with a charge of arcane power.
"This is a terrible idea," Callomeleth says as he sees everyone leaving the safety of the outer bailey. He takes up a position next to Lamsfel, and readies his glaive to deal with whatever is coming.
"Aye, isn't it grand?"
You can hear the smile in the other elf's voice despite the tension as he waits to see what comes forth.
From the darkened interior of the stable, three human-sized figures appear, but none are human or anything like it. Two are the dire corbies that fled into the tower from the wall above, and they still bear the marks of the injuries they suffered from arrows and catapult alike. The corbies stand on either side of the third figure, a hideously deformed purple-skinned creature, whose body is almost skeletally thin but whose head has the eight faceted eyes and writhing chelicerae of horrific spider.
Ettercap! Underground spider-folk! Nasty bit o' work, Tybus shouts as he recognizes the creature.
"Anything we need to know about it?", the elf asks, raising his glaive to defend against their charge. "Or will plain, old violence work on them?"
Going out on a limb, but don't get bit, watch out for webs, and violence be the best choice!
The ettercap steps toward the massive form of the enlarged Tristan, but the movement takes it within the reach of Callomeleth's glaive.
The elf thrusts his glaive out as soon as the ettercap is in reach, but the abomination easily dodges the clumsy blow.
The priest proces little impediment to the ettercap, who ignores the attack in favor of savaging the massive Tristan.
Fortunately, though, avoid Callomeleth's blow throws the ettercap off-balance, and it only manages to catch the giant-size ranger with a single, weak claw blow.
Lamsfel steps around the door and attacks the nearer dire corby.
Gan steps up to the creature, throwing down his spear and concentrates his arcane power, striking with tooth and claw.
Smarting from the blow, Tristan swings his sword at the monstrosity besetting him.
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Pardon, mate, Tybus excuses himself as he moves through Tristan's space to get a shot at the ettercap.
Lamsfel cuts down the dire corby nearest him with two quick, precise cuts. Meanwhile, the ettercap barely manages to dodge the massive greatsword in Tristan's hands, but can do nothing to avoid feeling Gan's teeth or the shockingly brutal wound from Tybus' blade.
The elf thrusts his glaive at the ettercap again, but his blows remain slow and sluggish. He shakes his head in frustration and focuses. Snap out of it, fool! Your friends are in danger, and you're bloody useless!
Callomeleth's attack is indeed ineffective, and as Tybus and Lamsfel close in around the ettercap, he finds his line of attack on the monstrous foe impeded even further.
Stunned by the power and viciousness of Tybus' attack, the ettercap turns its teeth and claws on him instead of Tristan.
Meanwhile, the remaining dire corby steps over its fellow's body and slashes at Lasmfel with the claws embedded in its wings.
Lamsfel ducks one attack but can't avoid the second and responds to the dire corby in kind.
Tristan heaves a heavy sigh, determined to not let any more comrades fall because of his lack of skill.
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A blush rises on Tristan's cheeks as he fatally misjudges his blow.
Gan steps up, tearing into his opponents again as his claws and teeth hum with arcane power.
Although Tristan and Lamsfel strike out with no effect, Gan's efforts are far more impressive. He casually tears the ettercap's throat out with one claw, and carves a deep chunk of flesh out of the remaining dire corby with the other.
"NO!", Callomeleth cries as he sees the ettercap tear into Tybus. He lays his left hand on the man's shoulder and begins singing. A waft of rosepetal blows over the two of them, and the man's wounds begin to close.
Burn command for cure light wounds.