GM SpiderBeard's Second Darkness (Inactive)

Game Master Barvo Delancy

"There appears to be only one approach that does not involve going into or over the water. Do we want to split up, or come all from one side?"

"If dere's only one 'pproach, den 'dere's no easy way out f'r 'em. We'd have 'em pinned... Well, guess dey can swim out, if'n dere desperate. Still, sounds like we 'kin block 'em off."

The group carefully watches the hooded figures, trying to get an idea of what they're saying. After a moment, despite the very low light, it becomes apparent that they're not moving, or speaking at all. From this distance, it's difficult to tell exactly why or what is happening though.

Hearing nothing, Variel nods to the others and leads them around to the single dry approach he saw.

The group starts creeping through the dense, difficult brush just off of the salt marsh. As they approach, Variel's keen elven eyes get a better look at the figures meeting. It is only when he gets closer that he realizes this is a fake meeting. They are dummies - coats on sticks. As he looks around, he also realizes there are figures crouching in the underbrush, watching the coats. It's an ambush!

A lot of things happen at once.

"K'YAH!" calls out a voice from the brush just ahead of the group. An elven man which the group did not notice suddenly stands, and looses an arrow southwards!

"It is an ambush my friends! Look lively!" None of the group have seen this elf before, and his voice is very strangely accented.

Attack: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (13) + 8 = 21 Damage: 1d8 + 3 ⇒ (7) + 3 = 10

A shriek is heard from just south of the dummies, and a hideous, rat-like man stands, an arrow falling from his shoulder! Two others stand as well, and it looks like a fight is on.

A fight is on! Fiona and Thaddeus are up!

Round 1: Actions
Standard Action: Sing Raging Song!

Knowledge (Local): 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (9) + 6 = 15

Fiona recoils in disgust. "Eugh--Hawk's Blood, what are those things?!"

She shakes her head and refocuses. She clears her throat, and begins to sing...

Just to make sure I parsed that right -- the elf we hadn't noticed addresses us as "my friends", and attacks the rat person?

That's what I believe is going on.

You are correct. Strange elf calls you friend-o and then shoots the rat-men.

"Now them's some big rats!"

MOVE:Take a few paces west, just to the other side of Mutt.

Thaddeus hustles forward to get a clear shot at the lone rat man west of the group, weaves some magic, and spits. Rather than the large glob of gunk the last time he spit offensively, this time whatever he spat is barely visible.

ACTION: Cast Nauseating Dart at... Grey Wererat? The one west of us.

Ranged Touch: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (14) + 2 = 16
Damage: 1d2 ⇒ 2

If it hits, Fortitude save at DC 14 or be Nauseated for 1 turn. This counts as a Poison attack.

Fort Save: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (11) + 5 = 16

The rat slams into a rat-man as it tries to jump out of the way, but aside from causing some distress, the dart doesn't seem to take effect.

The rats start cursing in Riddleport-accented common before they fully stand and start firing arrows at the group!

Attack: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (16) + 5 = 21 Damage: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 1 = 6
Attack: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (5) + 5 = 10 Damage: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 1 = 7
Attack: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (16) + 5 = 21 Damage: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3

The elf winces as an arrow strikes him. Thaddeus manages to duck the arrow meant for him, and Mutt takes a grazing shot in the arm.

As the rat-men fire, a huge swarm of cockroaches is noticed crawling through the water! It seems to be moving aimlessly, but the danger presented by the insects is obvious.

Mutt takes 3 damage! Bofur, Variel, and Mutt are up! Cockroach swarm has joined the fight!

Knowledge (local): 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (19) + 6 = 25

Using Monster Lore to identify the creatures and their abilities/weaknesses. Other actions may depend on the result of the check.

Variel immediately identifies the creatures as wererats. These creatures tend to live in cities, hidden amongst the population where they form gangs and tend to operate as criminals. Wererats are resistant to weapons that are not made of silver, and are known to spread lycanthropy through their bite. They are incredibly stealthy and nimble.

"ชาย หนู! Don't let them bite you, you could contract the curse that has bent their form. If you have a silvered weapon, it will penetrate their hide more readily than steel alone."

The elf draws his bow and prays to Calistria as he fires at the one Thaddeus' spell struck.

Swift action for judgment of Sacred Destruction (+1 damage), move to draw bow, standard to fire at Gray.
Attack: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (9) + 2 = 11damage: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5

"I wus afraied you'd say thaet." Bofur exclaims, looking at his crossbow in frustration. "I'm not sure I'll even be able to pierce their infested hides!"

He takes aim at the single wererat nearby, obvious to him in the darkness, and fires off a non-silver bolt.

Xbow: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (16) + 7 = 23 dmg: 1d10 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 2 = 5

After watching his bolt fly true, he moves towards the gang of two.

When the group gets closer and the ambush begins, Mutt begins to process things. There wasn't any meeting. Saul had led them into a trap. That's when he gets mad. "That b*****d... THAT B*****D! When I get my hands on Saul, I will destroy him!" He then charges at the two rat-men, drawing his greataxe and bringing it down.

Charge Attack: 1d20 + 7 + 2 ⇒ (17) + 7 + 2 = 26
Damage: 1d12 + 5 ⇒ (12) + 5 = 17

Activating bloodrage. 14/15 round left. Use bloodraging stats. 22/25 hp.
Charging attack on purple wererat. AC is currently 10 until next turn.

I'm not sure how deep the water is or if it counts as difficult terrain. Depending on the answer, I might have to alter my move.

Bofur shoots at a wererat - a great shot, but it simply bounces off of the creature's hide.

Mutt roars, raising his weapon high as he charges into the water! For a moment he's fine - two feet deep - not a problem. However, one more step and the stable footing beneath him vanishes until only his head sticks out of the water. He manages to struggle out of the deep water and regain his footing on stable ground.

The water is 2' deep and difficult terrain, but Mutt moved into 5' deep water which is 3x movement for one square. I've moved him to the closest 'safe' water but his move is up.

The wererats quickly retaliate, and two arrows fly for Mutt. One flies off into the swamp while the other scores a good hit, sticking out of Mutt's chest like a strange medal.

Attack: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (1) + 5 = 6 Damage: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3
Attack: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (14) + 5 = 19 Damage: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 1 = 6

The one to the north snarls at Thaddeus, responding to his spell with an arrow. The arrow flies true, and slams into the young wizard, almost flooring him.

Attack: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (9) + 5 = 14 Damage: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 1 = 7

1d8 ⇒ 8

The cockroach swarm slowly scrabbles through the water.

The elf nods over to Variel, and tosses a handful of silver-tipped arrows over before he begins firing at one of the wererats near Mutt.

Attack: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (11) + 9 = 20 Damage: 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 2 = 7

"I'm afraid your assessment is right about Mr. Vancaskerkin! And watch that water. If anybody has something they can do about those cockroaches I would be most appreciative!"

Mutt takes 6 damage, Thaddeus takes 3 damage, and everyone is up! Variel has five silver arrows at his feet.

Dropping his crossbow to the ground and taking a breath, Bofur runs and...

Jump: 1d20 + 2 - 4 ⇒ (5) + 2 - 4 = 3

...belly flops into the water, hoping his waves will push the cockroaches toward the lone rat-man.

He swims underwater toward the two rat-men behind the house.

He's only 4 feet tall. He'll take 10 on Swim underwater

Cool idea, let's go with it.

Bofur's CMB: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (8) + 4 = 12

Bofur's incredibly dense physiology works well to his advantage as the burly dwarf plunges into the water, creating a wave which rocks the cockroach swarm backwards.

The dice say 7 damage, you said 3, and the initiative order says 6. I'm assuming the dice overrule what Thaddeus took here. So that's 7. Out of 14. Forgot to update my HP on my status bar. Still, that's an owie!

"GGGAAHHHH!"

Thaddeus is rocked back by the arrow. He's been kicked by horses, beaten up by that bully Amos back in the village, and once broke his leg falling from the hayloft. But this was on another level entirely! He admits he's been lucky up until this point, managing to avoid any serious injury. Well, looks like that ran out.

And inside, he had the sinking suspicion that if he survived this, it wouldn't be the last time.

Concentrating through the pain, he looks at the one that just shot him, and brings his hand to his mouth.

*YAWN*

Slumber hex, of course. DC 14 Will, or pass out for 2 rounds.

Either way, he hustles back behind Fiona and Variel. Though he does raise an eyebrow as Mutt charges past, screaming curses at Saul. Saul is certainly suspicious, but Mutt seems eager to go charging for his head at every opportunity.

MOVE: As mentioned, move behind Fiona and Variel

"My thanks ... เพื่อน.""

Variel picks up the arrows as he steps forward, then fires one at the first rat man.

Attack: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (18) + 2 = 20Damage: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 1 = 6

If Thaddeus' sleep succeeds, change targets to one of the others, taking -4 penalty for cover, since he has to shoot past the other elf.

Mutt grunts as he takes the arrow to the chest. Undeterred, he breaks it off and continues. He climbs onto the platform, knocking over the dummy. He brings down the greataxe on the purple wererat.

Attack: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (2) + 7 = 9
Damage: 1d12 + 5 ⇒ (6) + 5 = 11

Dang. And I'm within their range.

Unfortunately, his swing goes wide. Mutt growls out in frustration.

Bloodrage active. 13/15 round left. Use bloodraging stats. 16/25 hp.

The dry land is on a bit of an incline, no cover penalty.

Will: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (1) + 3 = 4

The wererat stares at Thaddeus, but the yawn is contagious. It takes a step forwards and then collapses, face-first.

Variel then re-orients himself, firing southwards. His silver arrow wings the wererat beside Mutt. Mutt then roars, rushing up but his swing misses wildly.

Fiona is up!

Round 2: Actions
Free Action: Maintain Raging Song
Standard Action: Cast CLW on Thaddeus
Move Action: Move as close to the wererats as I can

Fiona turns to Thaddeus and lays a hand on his wound while she continues singing...

CLW: 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 = 4

The arrow wound heals somewhat, but it's still pretty bad.

"They fall in line,
One at a time,
Ready to play!"

She starts moving forward, reaching the newcomer as he readies another attack.

"(I can't see them anyway...)"

Fiona helps stave off Thaddeus' near-brush with death and the wererats counterattack.

The one engaged with Mutt snarls, leaping at the bloodrager and trying to bite his face off. However, it is battered back without issue. The second wererat tries to shoot down the elf, also missing badly.

Bite: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (9) - 1 = 8 Damage: 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3

Attack: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (4) + 5 = 9 Damage: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3

Finally, the cockroaches swarm northwards over the sleeping rat and begin attempting to eat him alive. However, the wererat's natural resistance to damage means they don't get a bite in, and he continues sleeping despite being covered in flesh-eating insects!

Swarm: 1d6 ⇒ 1

Everyone is up!

Round 3: Actions
Free Action: Maintain Raging Song
Move Action: Move behind Mutt
Standard Action: CLW on Mutt

Fiona keeps singing as she moves behind Mutt, charging her hand with blue healing energy.

"No time to lose!
We've got to move!
Steady your helm!"

She rests her hand on his back...

CLW: 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (7) + 2 = 9

"(I am losing sight again...)"

Bofur moves closer to the rat-men.
I think that movement takes up his whole round. They may be decapitated before I get there.

Variel moves up next to the other elf and fires another silver arrow.

Maintaining Judgment of Destruction
Attack: 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 2 = 6 Damage: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 1 = 6

The arrow misses its target, but buries itself deeply into the remains of the old boat they rat men are standing in.

Mutt receives some well-needed healing as Bofur swim-walks his way through the salt marsh until he gets to some water that is only two feet deep.

Variel you rolled a d6 to attack.

Attack: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (12) + 2 = 14 Damage: 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 2 = 5

Variel fires another arrow, but this one goes wide as well.

Down to Thaddeus and Mutt!

Thaddeus nods in appreciation towards Fiona as the wound patches up. Not completely, but still enough to feel a bit more secure in case another arrow heads in his direction.

"T'anks, milady!"

He wonders if he should have prepared a healing spell himself this morning. Ah, well. Too late for regrets.

STANDARD: Cast Adhesive Spittle. Standard action to cast, but takes another Standard to spit, so just casting this turn.

MOVE: Up between Variel and the other Elf. Old Horn follows.

As he moves up, swishing the large glob in his mouth, uncertain who to spit at, Thaddeus looks down at Old Horn, and contemplates getting Old Horn some way of attacking targets from afar. A crossbow wouldn't work too well, even if he had the mechanical knowledge to rig up something that he could carry. He has to look as to letting Old Horn cast attack spells.

Mutt breathes in deeply as the healing magic washes around him. He then bellows and swings his greataxe at the purple wearing wererat again.

Attack: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (19) + 7 = 26
Damage: 1d12 + 5 ⇒ (9) + 5 = 14

Bloodrage active. 12/15 round left. Use bloodraging stats. 25/25 hp.

As Thaddeus ponders what a slingshot would look like set between Old Horn's horns, Mutt grips his axe, and lets out a huge, underhanded swing. His incredible rage at Saul's apparent betrayal connects right into the wererat in front of him, sending the creature flying back.
The elf seems to lose himself in Fiona's song, and fires off two arrows. The first lodges into a wererat's eye, while he switches targets, shooting the other one as well.

Attack: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (15) + 8 = 23 Damage: 1d8 + 3 ⇒ (8) + 3 = 11
Attack: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (11) + 8 = 19 Damage: 1d8 + 3 ⇒ (4) + 3 = 7

Seeing his friend fall, and his other friend enveloped by cockroaches, the upright wererat grabs a bag from within a sack at his side. He sniffs at it, winces, and hurls it at Mutt!

Attack: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (10) + 5 = 15

The bag explodes onto Mutt, covering him in a sticky substance. Worse yet, it appears to be full of rancid meat!

Immediately, the cockroach swarm moves away from the sleeping wererat, heading southwards towards Mutt at unnerving speed.

Purple wererat is dead. Mutt is entangled and must make a DC 15 reflex save or be glued to the floor! Everyone is up!

Variel turns to the elf beside him. "ฉันไม่สมมติว่าคุณมีวัตถุระเบิดใด ๆ หรือเหมือนกระจายข้อบกพร่องเหล่านั้น?"

He then continues firing at the rat man who threw the bag at Mutt.

Attack: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (11) + 2 = 13damage: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 1 = 7

Right now, the cockroach swarm is in the water. Thaddeus needs them on... solid ground for the spit to have any decent effect.

MOVE: Move up in front of teneuous elf ally.
READY an action. Once the cockroach swarm is fully on solid (I hesitate to use the term 'dry') land, hock a magical tanglefoot loogie at it.

"Mutt! Might wanna move a bit 'dere, buddy! Keep away from dem critters 'for a bit!"

Reflex: 1d20 ⇒ 20

Somehow, Mutt manages to avoid becoming stuck. He glares at the other wererat before he hears Thaddeus call out. He then notices the swarm coming for him. He turns to Fiona and shouts, "Move! The bugs are coming over here!" He then dives into the water and swims away a bit, the rancid meat washing off. Like Bofur, he hopes that the waves would push the bugs back.

Swim: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (7) + 8 = 15
Jump (just in case): 1d20 ⇒ 17
Combat Manveur: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (16) + 7 = 23

Bloodrage active. 11/15 round left. Use bloodraging stats. 25/25 hp.

Please move my token as far away from the bugs as possible.

Mutt lets out a scream and leaps off of the pier, plunging into 5' deep water and swimming away as quickly as possible. Astonishingly, he manages to avoid having nearly any of the rancid meat stick on him, and his splash into the water seems to do the trick. Unfortunately the debris bewteen him on the cockroaches prevents him from repeating Bofur's trick with the waves. Mutt winds back up on dry land, wide-eyed but with a good distance between him and the bugs. The pile of rancid meat that hit Mutt lies on the dock.

Meanwhile, Variel fires another arrow, which goes wide.

Fiona and Bofur are up!

Moving across the wreck in a slight circle to avoid the ratman's muzzle, Bofur draws his sacred axe and swings at the remaining foe, cognizant of the approach of the vermin. He allows Fiona's rage to inspire him.

"Who d'ye work for, ye filthy scabs?!"

axe: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (18) + 7 = 25 dmg: 1d8 + 6 ⇒ (1) + 6 = 7

Bofur's bolt thunks home, doing a little damage to the one upright wererat. It looks distinctly worried.

Round 3: Actions
Free Action: Maintain Raging Song
Move Action: Move to flank Green with Bofur
Standard Action: Smack the rat!

Fiona leaps to attack the Green wererat, seeing a chance to strike it with Bofur's help.

"Fire your guns!
It's time to run!
Blow me away!"

She swings her earthbreaker...

Attack (Flanking, Raging Song): 1d20 + 4 + 1 + 2 ⇒ (8) + 4 + 1 + 2 = 15
Damage...?: 2d6 + 5 ⇒ (3, 1) + 5 = 9

"(I will stay in the mess I've made!)"

The wererat, flanked on both sides, still puts up a valiant fight, ducking under Fiona's mighty earthbreaker.

"My boss ain't yer business, just yer death is!" the wererat snarls at Bofur.

Attack: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (6) + 7 = 13 Damage: 1d8 + 3 ⇒ (6) + 3 = 9
Attack: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (18) + 7 = 25 Damage: 1d8 + 3 ⇒ (6) + 3 = 9

Bolstered by Fiona's song, the elf looses two arrows, one of which hits the wererat solidly.

To the north, the sleeping wererat groans, blinking open his eyes. He snatches his bow from the ground and leaps to his feet. The wererat engaged with Bofur and Fiona throws down his bow, drawing his sword and stabbing at Fiona, drawing a bit of blood with a light scratch.

"STOP SINGING DAMNIT!"

Attack: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (18) + 5 = 23 Damage: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2

Finally, the awful cockroach swarm makes its way onto the ruined pier and Thaddeus' spell goes off.

HAAAACCCK THOOO

The magically-enhanced spitball soars through the air, splatting dead centre in the swarm. Although it does not manage to stick down the entire swarm, it separates, leaving several cockroaches stuck behind.

The remainder of the swarm rushes over to the rancid meat that was supposed to stick to Mutt.

Fiona takes a dinky two damage. The wererat to the north is awake and irritable. Everyone is up!

Round 4: Actions
Free Action: Maintain Raging Song
Full-Round Action: Smash the Green wererat

Everyone's a bloody critic...

Fiona snorts derisively as the blade barely scratches her.

"After the fall,
We'll shake it off!
Show me the way!"

She keeps singing just to spite the wererat as she swings her earthbreaker again!

Attack (Flanking, Raging Song): 1d20 + 4 + 1 + 2 ⇒ (16) + 4 + 1 + 2 = 23
Damage?: 2d6 + 5 ⇒ (4, 5) + 5 = 14

"Only the strongest will SURVIVE!"

Thaddeus turns to the one that just woke up. Though part of him wanted to take on the other one. The 'stop singing!' line would have been a perfect setup for the spell he's about to cast. But that guy's already under control, while the rat that just woke up is a more pressing concern. Oh, well. Guess his awesome hero line will just have to go unuttered.

He breathes in, and then opens his mouth wide as if to scream. Nobody hears anything, with the exception of the wererat he's looking at.

STANDARD: Cast Ear-Piercing Scream at Grey Wererat. Fortitude 14 or be Dazed for one round.

Sonic Damage: 1d6 ⇒ 3

Divide damage by 1/2 if he makes his save.

"I'd say yeer funerael, but naen buries rodents. Ye jest eat each other, dinnae ye?"

He swings his axe, still moved by the rage of Fiona's chant.

axe: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (17) + 9 = 26 dmg: 1d8 + 6 ⇒ (7) + 6 = 13

Variel turns his attention back to the formerly napping rat. "You should have stayed down!"

Attack: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 = 4 Damage: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3

The effect of his threat is lost as the arrow falls short and sinks in the marsh.

*sigh* Someday, I will be effective in combat. :)

Fort: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (19) + 3 = 22

The wererat clasps his hands over his ears, resisting most of Thaddeus' spell. Bofur stomps in and putting his considerable dwarven weight behind a blow, absolutely hammers the wererat he's flanking with Fiona. Variel shoots another arrow into the swamp.

Flanked on all sides, the wererat between Fiona nad Thaddeus sees the enormous, enraged Mutt start stalking towards him.

"That's it, I'm outta here. This ain't worth the money! GET OF OF HERE WHILE YOU CAN!"

With that, the wererat makes to run.

Mutt is up! The wererats are now fleeing.

Didn't my Earthbreaker blow do anything?

It appears the wererat between Fiona and Bofur has no chance to avoid an attack of opportunity. Bofur tries to grab the weasel and drag it down.

"Oh no ye dinnae!"

Grapple: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (3) + 7 = 10

"Oh aye, ye dou!"

Crap, I posted an update with the earthbreaker that was lost and so reposted and forgot about it. Well, that changes things.

As Bofur's axe catches the wererat, Fiona's earthbreaker smacks it in the face. The creature collapses to the ground, twitching but not quite dead.

The one remaining wererat looks around and lets out a shout.

"That's it, I'm outta here!"

It turns to flee.

Attack: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (20) + 7 = 27 Damage: 1d8 + 3 ⇒ (8) + 3 = 11
Attack: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (20) + 7 = 27 Damage: 1d8 + 3 ⇒ (1) + 3 = 4

Huh.

The elf fires one more parting arrow, which takes the wererat in the eye as it turns. It collapses, dead.

End of Combat

The cockroaches swarm in on the rancid meat to devour it. The elf shouts out.

"Quickly, get what you can from the bodies and follow me! I will explain everything!"

The wererats are all down. One of them is not dead but is dying.

Mutt frowns as he sees the battle ending. With his last bout of rage, he runs up to the dying wererat and is about to bring his weapon down, when he thinks of something. Halting his rage, Mutt looks at Fiona and asks, "Should we bring him and interrogate him? Or may I kill him?"

Regardless of what happens...

Mutt pants as the fatigue sets in. He yells out, "You heard him! Collect everything and get out of here! We have other business to deal with!"

When the group is out of danger and is in a safe location, Mutt walks up to the new elf. "Alright, you! Explain what's going on here! You said that I was right about Saul! That he led us into a trap!"

Currently fatigued for 8 rounds. No intimidate check here.

Fiona stops singing as the wererats fall. "As it should be."

"Should we bring him and interrogate him? Or may I kill him?"

Fiona shrugs. "If you'd like to kill him, go ahead. I suspect our new friend will be a more reliable source of information anyway."

"Speaking of which, sir..." Fiona turns to the newcomer and winces as the cut on her belly stings her. "...who are you, anyway?"

"Should we bring him and interrogate him? Or may I kill him?"

"Think it'd be a good idea, m'self!" Though as Thaddeus is nowhere near enough to provide a hand in carrying a really big rat, he feels a bit rude saying that, and won't press the issue if nobody seems willing to carry him. (Or her. Hard to tell.)

Either way, Thaddeus runs off with everyone else.

Once in a more secure location, he nurses the arrow wound in his chest. While mostly patched over with Fiona's spell, it still stings a little, puncturing right through his shirt and jacket.

He doesn't say much to begin with, simply listening in to what their new ally has to say.