Round 1, Init 13
AC = 18
HP = 37/38?
Weapon Equipped = +1 Hand Crossbow
Condition(s) = none
Lief allows his eyes to adjust as best they can, fighting the help of his light, and the suppressive nature of the Echo. He looks over the demons, trying to find their weaknesses from his recollections, and quickly.
"Dimitrio, your gift for descriptives is outstanding in its simplicity. In the future, I will simply fail to respond to you if you insist on calling me 'boy'. Do I make myself clear?"
Lief circles the blast demon, and fires a bolt into its side, if he can avoid hitting Tarkir in the process.
No DR.
Cloud of Smoke and fire (Su) A blast shadow can, as a free action,
surround itself with a cloud of smoke that burns living flesh. While active, the blast shadow gains concealment, and all living creatures within 5 feet take 1d6 points of fire damage per round. If the blast shadow takes any cold damage, this cloud is dispelled and cannot be renewed for 1d6 rounds.
Death Burst (Su) When a blast shadow is reduced to 0 or fewer hit points, it explodes in a blast of flame. All creatures within 30 feet take 5d6 points of fire damage. A DC 18 Reflex save results in half damage. The save DC is Charisma-based.
Kaylayne throws a pair of stones at the blast demon.
Alas, she has the DM's luck, and connects with nothing.
"The red ones are called 'Babau'. They'll resist your weapons if they aren't either cold iron, or touched divinely against evil. Also, don't let them flank you. They'll injure you more painfully." Lief flicks his hand crossbow back at the shadow.
"Now that one, that's more rare. If you remain within five feet of it, you'll be taking damage from its fire constantly. If we can hit it with cold, we can rid ourselves of it. When it's been largely destroyed, it'll explode in flame, much like my necklace fireballs."
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Defending himself Tarkir claws back at the fiery skeleton without a second thought. He winces in pain as the flames lick at his short fur. The smell of burnt hair rises into the air.
Seeing that Tarkir is in trouble Allarnon leaps in and swipes his massive claws at the cloud of roiling fire. "Quit talking and get back then!" He roars.
Allarnon tries not to worry too much about their weaknesses and soft spots. Everything falls when hit enough.
Allarnon-Bear Form (AC 25) [+5 Armor; +1 Dex; +4 Natural; +1 Deflection; +1 Dodge; +3 Enhance Barkskin; +1 Deflection PfE; -2 Rage] | HP
Tarkir (AC 23) [+2 Dex; +6 Natural; +3 Enhance Barkskin; +2 Deflection PfE] | HP 36/48 | Greater Magic Fang; Barkskin)
Allarnon and Tarkir tag team the poor blast shadow. Kaylayne throws a pair of stones at the blast demon, but fails to hit once. Lief slides in and attacks the blast demon, connecting with a critical bolt! Dimitrio hammers a nice critical on the blast shadow though he takes 2hp damage from the smoke (holding your breath didn’t help but it was a good idea).
The blast shadow drops to Dimitrio’s stoke, and explodes, hitting the party with its fiery smoke.
Reflex DC 18 for half. Effects everyone.
The Babau Demons laugh and jeer as the Blast Shadow is, well, blasted. One casts Darkness, trying to snuff what little light you have, and he is quite surprised when Lief’s stable glow remains after his casting. The other two each summon more Babau demons, or try at least - one succeeds.
Dimitrio moves out of the darkness circle by going north drawing his MW cold iron dagger as he goes.
He then grips the blade and moves it around daring the babau to get near him, "C'mon demon. I've got something here for you..."
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, fail, 18 hp
HP 47/67
AC: 24 = 10 +4(DEX) +6(chainshirt+2) +2 (buckler+1) +1(ring of prot) +1 (dodge)
Conditions:n/a
Melee (rapier+1): +13/+8 = +7(base) +4(dex) +1 (magic) +1(weapon focus)
Melee Damage (rapier+1, arcane strike, panache): 1d6+13 = +1(weapon) +4 (dex) +2 (arcane strike) +4 (precise strike)+2 (specialization), 18-20, x2
5/5 daggers, 4/4 panache, 3/3 charmed life, 12/18 bardic performance, 4/4 1st level, 2/2 2nd level spells, ring of fire 5/5
Round 2, Init 13
AC = 18
HP = 20/38
Weapon Equipped = +1 Hand Crossbow
Condition(s) = None
Lief kicks himself mentally for finding himself within the blast radius when the Blast Shadow is sent back to where it came from.
He moves to the center, understanding that any obstruction to his team could prove damaging. From his position, he readies a bolt for the green babau, should it advance.
Kaylayne moves up a little and throws another stone (at red).
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With Allarnons large frame he is unable to avoid the massive blast set off by the undead monstrosity.
His human/bear eyes have a difficult time adjusting to the sudden darkness. He is able to do little until Lief's warm light pierces its veil. He rushes through straight at the demons.
"Tarkir Attack!"
The two bears bite at the demons as they exit the magical light, wisps of smoke coming from their burnt fur.
Allarnon-Bear Form (AC 25) [+5 Armor; +1 Dex; +4 Natural; +1 Deflection; +1 Dodge; +3 Enhance Barkskin; +1 Deflection PfE; -2 Rage] | HP 72/77 +0 Temp HP | Barkskin; Rage 5/14)
Tarkir (AC 23) [+2 Dex; +6 Natural; +3 Enhance Barkskin; +2 Deflection PfE] | HP 27/48 | Greater Magic Fang; Barkskin)
Allarnon and Tarkir charge up on their foes, to be attacked (They have longspears, which I failed utterly to describe, but they are in the pictures... Maybe they'll miss and I won't feel as guilty).
OK then.
Miss chances for Allarnon and Tarkir...
Still, as Allarnon and Tarkir bite into their foes, (they both hit, but do less damage than you'd like (DR)) the acidic slime of their skin burns. Reflex DC 18 or take
You can roll that for each attack as you make them if you wish. For convenience, your target AC is 21. Every hit does the damage if a reflex save isn't made. If you're using a weapon, the weapon takes the damage. The save is all or nothing, no half damage.
round 2
HP: 43/56
AC: 22 (Touch 14/ FF: 20)
Equipped Weapons: +1 Composite Longbow (+2)
Conditions:
Relevant Data:
+8/+3 BAB
+4 Dex
+1 Bow
+1 Weapon Focus
+1 Hit and damage PBS
-2 Rapid Shot
-3 Deadly Aim
+6 Deadly Aim
Arrows (90 arrows/10 Adamantite/10Silver/10Ghost Salt/12 Cold Iron)/11 Blunt Arrows (12 Silvered (Blanch) 6 Silvered (Alchemical))
After shielding himself from the worst of the blast Ederin blinks as the darkness takes his sight, he keeps his bow ready and hopes Kay or Lief can drive it back. His patience is rewarded in juts a couple of moments and he sends more arrows flying toward the demon, he curses as the arrows miss their mark.
Kaylayne moves up a little, but still misses (barely). Lief takes a little damage and readies an attack, which misses (don’t forget your miss chance). Ederin fares poorly as the dim light plays tricks with his aim. Allarnon charges in and attacks (don’t forget your miss chance). Dimitrio moves up, but not quite all the way, and readies an attack which misses (don’t forget your miss chance).
The demons rally around their targets, digging in for the battle. They coordinate their movements with each other silently, though they chatter in Abyssal.
”I hope not, this place is great for torturing”
”I don’t think they have it in them.”
”Should we warn Noveniss?
”You fool! These are not worthy.”
”I dunno, that bear looks tough.”
”You are weak, and shall fall to these, but I am strong and shall not. You wait and see.”
…they continue to jabber on.
- - -
With a target in sight, even if it was dim, the bard felt his chances were much better.
He regripped the cold iron dagger and slashed and stabbed at the devil in front of him.
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HP 47/67
AC: 24 = 10 +4(DEX) +6(chainshirt+2) +2 (buckler+1) +1(ring of prot) +1 (dodge)
Conditions:n/a
Melee (rapier+1): +13/+8 = +7(base) +4(dex) +1 (magic) +1(weapon focus)
Melee Damage (rapier+1, arcane strike, panache): 1d6+13 = +1(weapon) +4 (dex) +2 (arcane strike) +4 (precise strike)+2 (specialization), 18-20, x2
5/5 daggers, 3/4 panache, 3/3 charmed life, 12/18 bardic performance, 4/4 1st level, 2/2 2nd level spells, ring of fire 5/5
Round 3, Init 13 -
HP: 43/56
AC: 22 (Touch 14/ FF: 20)
Equipped Weapons: +1 Composite Longbow (+2)
Conditions:
Relevant Data:
+8/+3 BAB
+4 Dex
+1 Bow
+1 Weapon Focus
+1 Hit and damage PBS
-2 Rapid Shot
-3 Deadly Aim
+6 Deadly Aim
Arrows (90 arrows/10 Adamantite/10Silver/10Ghost Salt/8 Cold Iron)/11 Blunt Arrows (12 Silvered (Blanch) 6 Silvered (Alchemical))
Ederin unleashes another barrage of arrows but he loses some power in each draw as he strains to focus on his foes in this strange realm.
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Allarnon feels the caustic acid burn in his mouth. He louds out a painful howl that seems to leave him wide open as he is raked by two of the demons claws along his neck.
Standing on his hind legs Tarkir and Allarnon put everything they have into tearing the demons down.
Allarnon-Bear Form (AC 25) [+5 Armor; +1 Dex; +4 Natural; +1 Deflection; +1 Dodge; +3 Enhance Barkskin; +1 Deflection PfE; -2 Rage] | HP 42/77 +0 Temp HP | Barkskin; Rage 4/14)
Tarkir (AC 23) [+2 Dex; +6 Natural; +3 Enhance Barkskin; +2 Deflection PfE] | HP 12/48 | Greater Magic Fang; Barkskin)
Round 3, Init 13
AC = 18
HP = 20/38
Weapon Equipped = +1 Hand Crossbow
Condition(s) = None
Lief keeps his dimmed eyes trained on the green.
Ederin connects with a pair of shots. Allarnon, though he takes damage on a few of his attacks, digs in and hammers away along with Tarkir. Kaylayne launches a pair of stones at purple and connects once! Lief takes on the green and finally takes one out (so much for my flanking next round). He does less damage than he hopes, but he's still down. Dimitrio connects and also does full damage.
The demons shuffle around a little and dig in as the first of theirs falls.
"Yeah, he was always weak. Good riddance."
"Let's drop these bears so we can get to those juicy archers."
"Agreed."
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Stinging from that spear thrust, the bard continued with his own small blade.
He looked at the spear and at his own small blade and smiled.
"A little help here, this cursed demon/devil thing has a long sharp spear..."
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HP 32/67
AC: 24 = 10 +4(DEX) +6(chainshirt+2) +2 (buckler+1) +1(ring of prot) +1 (dodge)
Conditions:n/a
Melee (rapier+1): +13/+8 = +7(base) +4(dex) +1 (magic) +1(weapon focus)
Melee Damage (rapier+1, arcane strike, panache): 1d6+13 = +1(weapon) +4 (dex) +2 (arcane strike) +4 (precise strike)+2 (specialization), 18-20, x2
5/5 daggers, 3/4 panache, 3/3 charmed life, 12/18 bardic performance, 4/4 1st level, 2/2 2nd level spells, ring of fire 5/5
Dimitrio, please remember your miss chances.
- connects!
Also, unless you have some weird reach, you need to step up to attack. Thanks.
Round 4, Init 16
Kaylayne shakes her head as if to clear out cobwebs. She remembers that she shouldn't be throwing regular and nonmagical stones at hulking demons. She also recalls that she has powers that could be helpful.
She asks the Other Kaylayne to lift her spirit so that she might fly. She floats behind red (provoking) while drawing her cold iron dagger.
[ dice]1d20+11-2[/dice] to hit; (rapid)
[ dice]1d6+2[/dice] magic damage.
+6 Bab +3 Dex +1 magic +1 PBS
1d6 + 1 magic +1 PBS
Spirit Walk: 4/8 used
Pearl of Power 1: 0/2 used
Pearl of Power 2: 0/1 used
Scroll of Water Breathing
Wand of CLW: 4 charges left
Wand of Magic Stone: 14 charges left
Wand of Lesser Restoration: 21 charges left
Ring of the Ram: 20/36 charges left
10 Adamantine Stones
20 Cold Iron Stones
10 Silver Stones
Spells:
Magic Vestment (8 hours)
False Life (5 hours)
sigh... I can't catch a break. :)
Dimitrio, please remember your miss chances.
[dice=miss, low is bad]1d100 - connects!
Also, unless you have some weird reach, you need to step up to attack. Thanks.
Round 4, Init 13 -
HP: 43/56
AC: 22 (Touch 14/ FF: 20)
Equipped Weapons: +1 Composite Longbow (+2)
Conditions:
Relevant Data:
+8/+3 BAB
+4 Dex
+1 Bow
+1 Weapon Focus
+1 Hit and damage PBS
-2 Rapid Shot
-3 Deadly Aim
+6 Deadly Aim
Arrows (90 arrows/10 Adamantite/10Silver/10Ghost Salt/4 Cold Iron)/11 Blunt Arrows (12 Silvered (Blanch) 6 Silvered (Alchemical))
Ederin fires off half of his remaining cold iron arrows and smiles as most hit home.
"Think my eyes might finally be adjustin' to this damned shadow realm!" He cries triumphantly.
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Tarkir falls from the onslaught of attacks which only seems to infuriate Allarnon more. His rage leaves him open as the tip of a spear drives into his shoulder near his neck. He scrapes what little energy he has left and tries to tear the demon in two.
Allarnon-Bear Form (AC 25) [+5 Armor; +1 Dex; +4 Natural; +1 Deflection; +1 Dodge; +3 Enhance Barkskin; +1 Deflection PfE; -2 Rage] | HP 32/77 +0 Temp HP | Barkskin; Rage 3/14)
Tarkir (AC 23) [+2 Dex; +6 Natural; +3 Enhance Barkskin; +2 Deflection PfE] | HP -6/48 | Greater Magic Fang; Barkskin)
Round 4, Init 13
AC = 18
HP = 20/38
Weapon Equipped = +1 Hand Crossbow
Condition(s) = None
Lief takes advantage of Tarkir's unfortunate fall to load another bolt, nothing special. No acid or fire bolts, for the creatures' resistances. He assesses the similar anatomy of the blue, and takes his shot.
He pats his rapier, thinking he may want to switch shortly...
Ederin plants two in blue, but he does not drop. Allarnon rakes his demon twice for a little damage, but he suffers at the loss of Tarkir. (don’t forget to roll to stabilize Tarkir) Kaylayne flies into place dodging the attack of opportunity. Lief takes another shot, but just fails to connect. Dimitrio connects again, continuing to whittle away at purple as his dagger gains scorch marks from their acidic skin (can’t get past your hardness, but acid is etching the blade).
”Yeah, no kidding. George, he’s all yours.”
”I’ve got him.”
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Blue rushes Ederin and claws him, still gripping his ready longspear. (AoO from Lief as he goes by.)
Meanwhile, Purple and Red slide into flank around Allarnon and try to pound him down. Alas Desna shines her face away from them and their luck falters.
Happy that the bear-man was taking some of the heat, the swashbuckler continued his attack with his small blade.
Th bard continues to whittle down the demon...
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HP 32/67
AC: 24 = 10 +4(DEX) +6(chainshirt+2) +2 (buckler+1) +1(ring of prot) +1 (dodge)
Conditions:n/a
Melee (rapier+1): +13/+8 = +7(base) +4(dex) +1 (magic) +1(weapon focus)
Melee Damage (rapier+1, arcane strike, panache): 1d6+13 = +1(weapon) +4 (dex) +2 (arcane strike) +4 (precise strike)+2 (specialization), 18-20, x2
5/5 daggers, 3/4 panache, 3/3 charmed life, 12/18 bardic performance, 4/4 1st level, 2/2 2nd level spells, ring of fire 5/5
Round 5, Init 16
Kaylayne 5' steps into flank with Allarnon and gives the red dot demon a taste of her dagger...
to hit;
cold iron damage;
to hit;
cold iron damage;
She draws her wand of CLW with her free hand, her eyes going to the wounded bear.
[ dice]1d20+11-2[/dice] to hit; (rapid)
[ dice]1d6+2[/dice] magic damage.
+6 Bab +3 Dex +1 magic +1 PBS
1d6 + 1 magic +1 PBS
Spirit Walk: 4/8 used
Pearl of Power 1: 0/2 used
Pearl of Power 2: 0/1 used
Scroll of Water Breathing
Wand of CLW: 4 charges left
Wand of Magic Stone: 14 charges left
Wand of Lesser Restoration: 21 charges left
Ring of the Ram: 20/36 charges left
10 Adamantine Stones
20 Cold Iron Stones
10 Silver Stones
Spells:
Magic Vestment (8 hours)
False Life (5 hours)
Round 5 Init 13 -
HP: 43/56
AC: 22 (Touch 14/ FF: 20)
Equipped Weapons: +1 Composite Longbow (+2)
Conditions:
Relevant Data:
+8/+3 BAB
+4 Dex
+1 Bow
+1 Weapon Focus
+1 Hit and damage PBS
-2 Rapid Shot
-3 Deadly Aim
+6 Deadly Aim
Arrows (90 arrows/10 Adamantite/10Silver/10Ghost Salt)/11 Blunt Arrows (12 Silvered (Blanch) 6 Silvered (Alchemical))
Ederin steps back from the demon that attacked him and fires off the last of his cold iron into it. If it falls he adjusts to target red.
The demon makes an attack of opportunity on your first shot. Do you continue to make more attacks? As I read the rule, if I have Combat Reflexes, and I’m not saying I do, but if I do, I get an AoO each time you shoot. Do you take the risk?
Forgot about the spears, yes I'll take the AoO('s).
Ederin shoots twice more, getting attacked at each attempt. In the end though, Ederin is the victor as the demon lies bleeding at his feet.
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Allarnon begins to feel a bit weak from the demons relentless assaults on him. His fur is drenched in blood. Some his, some demons but overall mostly his won blood.
If I fall then I fall protecting the others.
He tries to protect himself as much as he can.
His vision begins to falter as his claws miss the demons. He gasps for breath as his rage slowly begins to dissipate.
Allarnon-Bear Form (AC 27) [+5 Armor; +1 Dex; +4 Natural; +1 Deflection; +1 Dodge; +3 Enhance Barkskin; +1 Deflection PfE; -2 Rage] | HP 10/77 +0 Temp HP | Barkskin; Rage 2/14)
Tarkir (AC 23) [+2 Dex; +6 Natural; +3 Enhance Barkskin; +2 Deflection PfE] | HP -6/48 | Greater Magic Fang; Barkskin)
Round 5, Init 13
AC = 18
HP = 20/38
Weapon Equipped = +1 Hand Crossbow
Condition(s) = None
Lief breathes a bit easier when the babau right next to him falls to Ederin's arrows, so he reloads another arrow, and fires it on Red.
"The bears aren't looking so good. Against four of those demons, I'd say they've done well enough til now."
Kaylayne steps into flank for Allarnon, but fails to connect with her own blows. Ederin trades shots with the demon, and emerges victoriously. Lief delays (?) until after Ederin so he has a clear shot at red - whom he hits! Allarnon takes more than he gives - but he gives his all. Dimitrio connects once, further injuring purple.
”Wait, your plan has me pinned down here.”
”Yep. So it does. Sucks to be you.”
”You bastard.”
”Ciao.”
- - -
Red 5’ steps away, and disappears!*
Purple moves off before disappearing* which provokes AoOs from both Dimitrio and Allarnon.
You and Allarnon get AoOs on Purple as it moves away, then disappears.
It is still standing prior to the AoOs.
Dimitrio slashed once more as the demon started to cast a spell.
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Kaylayne moves over to heal the bleeding bear, taking out her wand and trying to revive the beast before it passes on.
Wand CLW (3 charges left)
"Why were those things here? Why do the elves tolerate them here?" Kaylayne notes, her own skin charred.
There are not many elves left in the city, but you can see two who are close enough to have seen and heard the battle. Neither pays you any attention however. Almost as if you are not there to them.
It's very strange.
"It's almost as if we are not here to them. It's very strange," Kaylayne gripes accurately. "Where did these demons come from?"
Lief waits his turn with their healing wands, quickly depleting.
He continues to wait, until the group has restored itself sufficiently. "Well, at least our encounters will draw less, or no, attention, if the Echo mutes noise, or separates us from witnesses. That may go in our favor, if we need to sneak up on Nolveniss."
He readies to press on towards the Academy.
"Those are just regular elves over there right? Maybe part o' this echo. The drow might not be so blind about what goes on around 'em. Good chance that Demon that escaped reported back to 'em too."
Ederin uses their newest wand on himself a few times then waves it around to see if anyone else needs it.
Dimitrio inspects his clothes and his wounds and frowns. He sheathes his dagger and goes on about healing himself with the cure stick.
"The demon things were talking? Anybody hear what they said?"
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As you travel to the Academy, you pass along a wide lane marked along the sides with dozens of dramatic elven statues. A small cluster of elves surround a figure standing on some sort of small platform on one side of the wide, tree shrouded avenue. He’s preaching doom, and the destruction of the city, thanks to the vain nature of the Azlanti and their wicked ways. Not content with leaving it there, he heaps a pile of guilt on the throng surrounding him as well, siting several areas in which, he feels, the elves are lacking.
The group chants and prays for the coming catastrophe, filling the air with menace and melancholy. As you pass somewhat near them none in the crowd seem to notice you, but the leader does. He calls out your sins in a general way - largely slighting your lineage as non-elves and, as you’re bristling with weaponry, as low and violent sorts of people.
You push on, and reach the Academy of the Arts. It’s absolutely beautiful. There’s an elven man at the door, clearly looking for folks who may approach, or even walk near. It takes him an enormously long time to notice you as you walk up in plain sight, but see you he does, eventually.
”Come, hurry, there is little time.” he calls, and motions you inward to the foyer. There you are rushed to the east and into the chamber which once held the Aboleth. Or rather will someday hold the Aboleth. The twisted black gate and dark pool do not appear here. Instead there is a bright gate, open to a wonderful city, filled with elves. The air seems brighter on the other side of the gate, but it’s hard to tell through the dark filter you find yourselves in.
They motion you toward the gate, ”Quickly, before the sky falls down upon us, you must flee!” There are several elves here moving around, carrying boxes of gear and artifacts through the gate to the other side.
Lief stops in his tracks, unhappy with being called out, and unable to hold his tongue. "It is your lineage that's in question here. It is an elven plague, you ignorant blatherer. Your race will be contaminated, and a new breed of black elf will rise to try and bring you down. And we're stricken with trying to stop it, to fix the problem you created." Satisfied, he doesn't stand to listen to any retort or rebuttal.
Lief comes to stand at the doorway into the foyer. He takes it all in. The retreat into another gate, the elven city that lies beyond. He looks on it, trying to understand what specific city it may be.
"No. We're not here to retreat that way. We're here to find Nolveniss, damn it all. And he's not here. We need a new destination."
He walks back out, looking for the next biggest building.
"No. We're not here to retreat that way. We're here to find Nolveniss, damn it all. And he's not here. We need a new destination."
Kaylayne looks at the happy glowing gate then at Lief.
"What do you mean? We should go through that gate!? It looks safe enough and if Nolveniss is here, he's going to die here...and I say let him. If this is an escape, we should take it or assume he has taken it. No need for us to be stuck here in this time-forsaken...uh...time."
"Wait, wait, wait. Just jumping through a gate is what got us here in the first place. let's all calm down some, OK?"
Dimitrio looked around for any clues as what was going on; he approached the elf ushering them on, "So... where exactly is this going? Can we come back or is it a one-way trip?"
"Calm down he says." Ederin rolls his eyes as the panicked bard goes to speak with the elf.
"Didn't the elves say they retreated somewhere just before Earthfall? It's probably where they dug in till they figured it was safe. Not a bad plan really, but I don't see how it's gonna get us home."
He shrugs and tries to get a better look through the gate, to convince himself that this isn't, in fact, their ride out of this weird place.
"I don't see why we didn't just let the gate close anyway. Why do we need to be here finding Nolveniss when we coulda set up camp around his only known exit back in our time?"