Round 3
Vendric tears into one of the opponents, almost killing him. The nearly-dead foe makes a run for it towards the nearest exit. The other drow thrusts with his sword, but it bounces off Vendric's toughened hide.
Meanwhile, the three dark elves on the other side of the room continue to fight each other. The priestess and the enchanted drow both damage each other, while the third fails to draw more blood.
Vendric lunges at the fleeing drow aiming to sink his fangs into him.
Round 3
Vendric bites into the fleeing drow and kills him.
Zoltan tries to command his target again, but this time the drow resists.
After vendric finished off the fleeing drow he turns his attention to the remaining one and attacks him with a beastial assault.
Round 4
Vendric delivers two more wounds to his foe.
The priestess and Vendric's opponent both flee . The two remaining drow flank Vendric and attack. One hits .
Vendric once against snaps his fangs at the fleeing Drow.
Round 4
Vendric kill another drow as he flees.
Zoltan issues another command, but it fails again.
Where are the drow located on the map
D6 and F6.
Ventricle moves to E8 and swallows a strange mixture and shortly after spews a blast of fire at his two assailants.
DC:21 for half.
Round 5
Vendric maneuvers out from in between the two drow, taking a stab wound , then breathes fire at them. They both take the full effect of it and, now badly hurt, flee out the western exit.
As the Drow flee Vendric's beastial side makes him follow his wounded prey but he stops himself as he regains his rational thought. He then goes over to Zoltan and his unconscious companions.
He turns to Zoltan."They most likely been poisoned by Drow poison. Unless you got a way of neutralizing the poison they may not wake for a while and waiting here is not a good idea with our current condition."
How much time do you spend slapping them?
Within 30 seconds, Lothan regains consciousness. Iolar remains out cold.
Vendric goes to stop Zoltans slap fest but decides to let him have his fun as he goes over to the dead Drow and search for anything of use or value.
Waking from his mighty slumber, he shakes the cobwebs out and moves to stand. "What in the Nine...?" he begins, as he works his jaw around. "Why does my face hurt?" he asks as he looks around, noticing Iolar is down. "Oh crap! Is she dead too? Wait, what happened to the drow? I remember they were here just a minute ago."
Vendric goes to stop Zoltans slap fest but decides to let him have his fun as he goes over to the dead Drow and search for anything of use or value.
Shaking his head, "If it's that stinking drow poison, there's no way she's gonna wake until it wears off. Which - now that I think about it - must've been what got me. Strange though I'm awake and she's not. Huh?" he questions, trying to figure it out. "Just do to her whatever you did to me. It obviously worked." He shrugs, thinking it's a simple solution.
"Oh no, we don't go on without her. We can't afford to lose another one from this rag tag band. Tyrrol was bad enough. No, we're gonna wait until she wakes. So carrying her back and recuperating is the way to go." He moves over to the unconscious elf, "Alright, sweetheart, don't be offended but I'm gonna have to actually touch you. I know, this is probably the first time THAT'S ever happened," he looks over to the others with a wry grin, winking. As he picks her up, "There we go. Alright, fellas, let's move."
Both drow each have a mithral buckler, mithral chain shirt, masterwork crossbow, masterwork rapier, a few bolts, and a potion.
Where are you headed?
Lothan stops as they open the door. "Wait a minute... we're not in a 'normal' place. Where the heck do we go?"
Vendric takes around to identify the potion or potions.
He then returns to the others as they leave taking the loot from the drow.
"We should return to the elves we met earlier with the portal they maybe able to offer us some assistance."
The potions are cure moderate wounds potions.
You are currently at the observatory.
"We should return to the elves we met earlier with the portal they maybe able to offer us some assistance."
"Sounds good to me." He immediately takes off in that direction.
You go to the academy. When you get there, one of the elves syou and asks, "What happened to you?"
"Well, there was a huge monster with...," he stops, realizing he's probably not asking about their entire day. "Okay, I'm guessing you mean recently. Like just a few minutes ago. Well, we were attacked by the dark elves and we won. At least, I guess." He shrugs, glancing over at the others before continuing. "We're all still alive so I think that constitutes a win. Anyway, our lady elf friend here was hit by a poison sleep dart. You wouldn't have something to neutralize it, would you? Because we really don't have time to be waiting for this crap to wear off."
The elves looked shocked to hear Lothan's tale and they start murmuring among themselves. Finally, one of them tells you, "We have nothing here to neutralize poison."
Dejected from the news, Lothan's shoulders slump. "Well crap. That reeks. What good are you people?! I mean, seriously. Sheesh." Looking to Zoltan and Vendric, "Alright, fellas, I guess we wait 'til it wears off. Since the 'Stick-in-the-Mud' party won't help us," he motions with his head toward the group of elves before turning to the one spoke. "Yeah, PAL, I said 'won't', because I know you've got the means to help us," he tells him, obviously annoyed before turning back to the party and shrugging. "Break time, fellas." He goes to find a place to sit, laying Iolar down carefully. "Don't wanna bruise her. We all know that would surely come back on me and I'd never hear the end of it." He winks, grinning wryly before taking a seat next to her. As his eyes scan the place from his position, "I've come to a conclusion, fellas: This place bites." He nods, thinking that's a pretty good summation.
The elves all look at each other as Lothan and Zoltan make themselves at home, before you're told. "Umm...you can't stay here to rest. Almost all of the homes in the city are abandoned. If you need a place to stay, stay at one of those."
Rolling his eyes, he rises and then reacquires the unconscious elf. "C'mon, fellas, let's go find us a home that doesn't include a bunch of stuffed shirts." As he makes his way toward the door, he looks back at the annoying elves wryly. "You know, I would just like to say that this meteor thing you all are watching for is coming down and you are all going to die. So, with all that being said, I would just like to offer this: HA! You're all going to get blown up and you don't even realize it! Have fun eatin' rock, chumps!" He then walks out the door victoriously.
"Take the last... I'll take watch first while you two get some shuteye," he says as he finds a place to sit where he can lean back against a wall.
5 hours later, Iolar regains consciousness. What do you do now?
"Unngh ..." Iolar wakes painfully slowly. She stares stupidly around the room. "Where are we? Did we save the other elves?"