Feora looks up as she works. "What are you two fighting about anyway? Of course I won't let him bleed out. What is your problem?"
Feora's look is one of blissful innocence, any hint of innuendo completely having soared far above her current state of mind.
In the back of Feora's mind, a deep husky giggle could be heard. My my little one, two boys panning for your affections. It's so cute. And what makes it so much funnier is you have no idea what is going on.
Nothing Fiora. Oil and water is all. I'll try to do as we agreed, but it is hard when our lives may be at stake. Olivius winces a couple times as Fiora works, especially when she is dressing the infected bite.
Feora grimaces and nods, continuing to work until the bandages are set. She finishes tying them off, and then pats his chest and side gently.
"Are you ok? I can do a little bit for the pain..., but until we get back, I can't really start treating you for the infection."
Olivius tests the leg and new bandages. They are tight, but not too restrictive. Thankfully he wasn't bitten on a joint. I'm fine. I won't die today. A little pain isn't important. Clearing this cursed cave is. He moves around and gets used to the bandaging while they wait for Horatio to get back. His leg ached, but he was able to put that out of his mind. Pain was for later. Not now.
The group of three have left, leaving the heroes with only really one good direction to go: Deeper. Assuming that is the plan? Or do you wish to escort out and get Olivius better healed up? Just making sure before I post the next bit.
Horatio returns somewhat calmer, as though the act of escorting the former prisoners cleared his head and refreshed his body. He gestures for Olivius to lead the way down the next path - "After you, meat shield." The usual calmness and swagger has returned, for now.
Olivius returns his Bardishe to its place on his back, draws his shield and shortspear, and presses onward.
Feora looks at the two, as she keeps following them down.
Trig follows along after the others, smiling. More kobolds to kill soon! Yay!
Straw is strewn across the floor of this large cave. The ceiling vaults to a height of twelve feet. Three ledges, eight feet off the ground, look out over the main cavern. A five-footwide, twenty-foot-deep trench runs north to south through the western half of the cavern, with just one five-foot wide bridge of natural stone allowing passage from one side to the other.
Horatio takes one look at the room before nudging Olivius in the ribs. "I say you go first." He nods in the direction of the bridge.
Olivius chuckles and says, Indeed. This screams ambush, but there may be a trap too. Have your weapons ready.
He lifts his shield into the ready position and advances slowly.
Feora comes up, her shield in hand but still a bit skittish, hiding behind Horatio.
As if summoned by his words, Kobolds come out from all over the room, up on ledges above the group, they begin to fire upon Olivius, sling bullets flying at him.
The eight kobolds are all about, firing at the warrior.
The kobolds get the jump on the group, but being prepared, they aren't not caught unprepared. As such, they stones only bare hit Olivius, dealing six damages from four stones. Another wave of stones follows the first.
Another two stones would land, dealing some more bruising to Olivius (2hp) and leaving it on the heroes to respond.
Trying to stay in front of Feora as best he can, Horatio begins his performance. At least the acoustics in such a large cavern were decent.
Trig retreats into the hallway after the kobolds pop out, emiting a startled squeak. More of these damned lizard-s$@~s! She waves her hands in the air in a now familiar motion and calls, "Mr. Feathers!" A green glowing portal to the first world opens above Olivius's head and a huge eagle flies out. It screetches before diving at the nearest kobold.
Olivius growls and throws his shield over his head. Kill 'em quick, before they stop focusing on me!
The eagle's talon rends the kobold, nearly tearing it's throat out, but it struggles to stay up and does so.
Seeing all the stones hit Olivius, Feora moves up and touches him.
With that movement, the kobolds squeal with delight and open up a second volley towards Olivius, having had great success, one of them shouts in Draconic.
Seven stones clatter against Olivius's shield and leave him without harm.
The eighth kobold drops his sling and goes to bite the winged beast that attacked him.
And manages to bit into the flesh of the bird.
Olivius comes out of his defensive stance (AC 19 now) and throws his spear at the nearest Kobold not engaged in melee.
Trig casts a spell at the kobold next to Horatio, while the eagle continues to attack.
Drawing his shortbow, Horatio takes aim at one of the nearest kobolds. The creatures may be weak, but in these numbers...
He shakes his head, clearing his mind of the thought, and looses his arrow.
Feora closes her eyes, focusing. After a moment, she opens them and her eyes gleam like the morning sunrise. She speaks softly, but the words seem to echo to those near her.
Nocte pulsa, tuae semper nova luce.
The kobold shakes off the spell.
The eagle shreds through it's target, as Horatio just manages to down another.
Unfortunately, Olivius isn't quite able to penetrate the quick kobold's defenses.
The kobolds quickly fire again, focusing most attacks on Olivius, though the one that was next to the terrifying bow user attacks Horatio instead.
But misses wildly.
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One stone hits Olivius for 1 pt of damage. A small tink into his dense defenses.
Trig directs the eagle, again to the remaining kobold on a cliff.
Where it just manages to put the creature down.
Fueled by his downing of another of the tiny lizard-folk, and with Feora's blessing echoing around the music in his head, Horatio makes his way past Olivius. "We aren't going to take them down with you just standing there," he chuckles, taking a shot at one of the closer ones.
The arrow easily finds it's way into the throat of one of the kobolds, dropping him where he stands.
With his spear gone, Olivius draws one of the metal rings from his belt and sends it whistling at the Kobold directly north of him.
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Speak for yourself. He responds with a smirk.
While it is clear that Horatio's target is still breathing...not well, but he is...it is clear that Olivius's target will never breath again. It would be hard with a set of lungs being inside a body without a head attached.
The group manages to make quick work of the three remaining kobolds, leaving little more than dead shells of little dragon-like creatures.
Trig walks up after her eagle takes a hard hit, sending it home. "Well, if anything, we can say they have a near impossible time handling Olives...my eagle may not be so lucky, but at least Olives is!"
Then she keeps walking south.
Olivius huffs as he takes stock of the newest collection of scars on his shield. I'm not sure that was luck.
The spell of enlargement wears off as Olivius exits the room and follows Trig south.
With a shrug, Horatio motions to Feora and follows Olivius south. "Desna's a fickle mistress," he mutters. "One can do better than to believe in luck."
Feora blinks at both of them, shaking her head. "You two will fight about anything, I swear. And I'm just the poor girl that has to clean you two up afterwards. Sometimes, a cleric's job is just too much for her. Sarenrae forbid I ever have to do something serious, like save you from dying or anything..."