"And you could just climb up your thumb," Ylrhea retorts.
"I could carry you." Drago interjected.
Ylrhea smiles slightly, still not entirely happy about having to go down into a pit of foul water.
We could hold one end of the rope while levitating and cross like we were a children's ballon.
One of the undead will hold the rope. Nicatha casts levitate and they ferry the party across like a floating balloon one at a time.
After a few moments and much squeezing, you manage to make your way across the gap. The door into the next area crumbles at your touch. You find yourselves in a larger room. An intricate bas‐relief carving of human warriors fighting a battle against a host of orcs and goblins completely covers one long wall of this hallway. Suddenly you notice two dark robed figures lurking at the head of each departing hallway.
"Well, well, he does look like the master, doesn't he, Nivinn?" the dark elf at the southern end says.
"Hmm, yes, but the Kuthite's servants might be problematic," the other dark elf, who appears to be somewhat human as well, says. "Ah, and we have a dear sister among us, Fetheros."
"Travelling with the rabble, young one?" the dark elf named Fetheros asks Nicatha. "I am sure you are too tainted by their 'ideals' for us to make a convincing argument for you to join us. Quite sad actually. Well, I'm afraid your journey ends here, son of Chalandra, Alexandros cannot be bothered at the moment."
The drow quickly draw their weapons and tense for battle.
Initiative:
The dark elf quickly utters an incantation, covering himself in armor of force.
Round 1: Fetheros, Drago, Ylrhea, Nicatha, Mortimus, Nivinn
"Nadhani mimi si dada yako. Wewe ni mmoja wa watu."
Then Nicatha begins to invoke the spirits. "Roho za kivuli mzee, kurejea uovu wao na mimi!"
Drago reached a hand towards the figure across the room from him and said, "Arcaniss Nil'gnos." Two bolts of energy weaved around the columns and struck the drow directly.
Ylrhea will shoot at the obvious magic-using drow.
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Drago's spell fails to overcome the drow's spell resistance, while the gnome manages to connect with a glancing blow. Nicatha quickly protects herself.
F hp: 34
The half-drow cannot resist Mortimus' spell and is paralyzed. Though well-armored, the bugbear's attack and one of the skeleton's claws manage to penetrate her defenses. The half-drow attempts to break the spell's hold over her.
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"You weak-willed simpleton!" Fetheros curses. "If they killed you now, it would be a deserved fate."
Fetheros unleashes three bolts of force at the skeleton
Round 2: Fetheros, Drago, Ylrhea, Nicatha, Mortimus, Nivinn
Seeing his spell have no effect, Drago adopted another tactic. Let's see him try that again.
Beseeching the spirits to send her aid on swift wings, Nicatha summons a shadow eagle.
Ylrhea fires at the mage again.
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The skeleton breaks the half-drow's neck, but Fetheros seems unperturbed. "That fools got what she deserved and what she wanted. You think we actually care about our lives? You are indeed as foolish as Mistress Chalandra assessed."
The drow takes a step back from the bugbear zombie's reach and fires off three more missiles at the skeleton.
Round 3: Fetheros, Drago, Ylrhea, Nicatha, Mortimus
Recognizing the wizards gestures, Drago grinned. Oh no you don't. With a twist of his wrists, the Damphir created a small ball of energy and flung it a the Drow mage. The ball inter-weaved with the dark Elf's spell and caused it to burst into a shower of harmless sparks. "Mortimus, incapacitate him if you can. I have a couple of questions to ask him." Drago said as he watched the opposing spellcaster.
Ylrhea continues to rely on her crossbow.
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Behind the drow. For potential flanking.
The eagle claws the drow, causing another minor wound.
Fetheros assumes a defensive stance and his fingers begin to crackle with electricity.
Fetheros unleashes a line of electric power hitting everything in front of him .
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Round 4: Fetheros, Drago, Ylrhea, Nicatha, Mortimus
Drago realized too late that he could not counter the spell. Not having enough time to get out of the way, the Damphir crossed his arms in front of him to brace for the impact. Having the fury of storms running through his veins softened the blow, but not by much. His vision went red as his bloodlust rose to an uncontrollable level. Uncrossing his arms, he said, "Qeelak Rifstejar," and vanished. Quickly, he moved closer to the Drow.
Ylrhea moves and reloads her crossbow.
Nicatha is content that the others can take care of this mess for the time being. She will hold her action for the time being.
At those words, Nicatha will move to the back of the room with Ylrhea.
The dark elf casts defensively again.
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The electricity in Fetheros' fingers fizzle as he is unable to concentrate.
Round 5: Fetheros, Drago, Ylrhea, Nicatha, Mortimus
Ylrhea will retreat and fire.
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The shadow eagle screeches at it buffets the drow, tearing into him viciously.
Unable to reach the Drow, the Damphir pulled out one the potions in his pouch downed it in a quickly.
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The dark elf collapses from the series of attacks and Mortimus' negative energy.
Nicatha will detect magic on their fallen foes.
Nicatha sees that both of the bodies have glowing items.
Nicatha will go over to examine them.
Are five checks enough?