Ginger responds to Oliver "as long as no one does something to set these nice folk off, it could last for a long time. But I'd Sam starts mouthing off to these folk then their hospitality will probably stop. How are you holding Oliver, you got pretty beaten up today." She gives him smile, "you fought well."
There is a local cleric who is able to cast spells.
Cure Light wounds 40gp, Lesser restoration 80gp, Gentle Repose 80gp, ect.
Haroon gathers up the spoils of the travels through the underground and sells them as best he can. Once done, he distributes the proceeds among the party members.
He uses his share to purchase 55 gold pieces worth of spell scribing materials.
While the wounded are being healed Ginger steps into a private changing room and tries on her new chain shirt and grins."I like the feel of steel this will do nicely for me. She then steps out and goes to see how Anevia is doing and if they are able to fix her broken leg.
Haroon asks Elder Grelylocke to look at the inflamed wound caused by the Huecuva at the dwarven temple.
He spends six hours studying the spells from Millorn's spellbook and scribing a scroll of protection from evil.
Haroon creates a scroll of protection from evil. He also manages to decipher the incantations from Millorn's spellbook sufficiently well to learn magic missile and silent image, both of which he copies into his own spellbook.
That done, he rests for eight hours in any lodging he can find.
"Gladly. Now that we're not running for our lives with death at every corner, I think that's a great idea." Mordan carefully looks over the wounds, using his healing kit to clean it and attempt to disinfect it.
Sadly, he shakes his head. "The infection is tainted by dark magic. Perhaps the healer of Neatholm could assist us better."
Thank you for trying Mordan, Haroon replies with genuine appreciation. If there's dark magic, hopefully the healer here knows how to combat it. Would you mind coming along? I, well, I'm still not used to others looking at me and seeing all this... he gestures to the once again hidden wings and tail. It would mean a lot to me.
With or without Elder Greylocke, Haroon makes his way to the healer and and inquires about assistance.
Sam also checks on Anevia and the blind elf after they get Hargus' situation remedied. Clinging onto the slim hope that the surly man was smart enough to make arrangements in case of his untimely demise. Which also made them realize just how little they knew about him or their injured companions. The gunslinger decided to try to amend that, starting with the friendliest of them.
Sam fingers the silver symbol of Desna hanging from their neck as they approach, putting on a reassuring smile. "So...err...since we've got time enough to talk, I was just curious and all about you. Ah...you born in the city? Got any family here?"
In the morning, Chief Sull escorts you to one of the several doors that mark exits from the cavern in which Neathholm is located-the route beyond this door leads directly to the traitors' den, and past that, to the surface. He wishes you all luck in your journey, gives you the potions he promised, and tells them he eagerly awaits word of whether the crusaders wish them to join the battle above.
Lann steps forward to accompany you, While it is not too far to the traitors' lair I offer my services as an envoy and guide. You of course are always welcome to return here to Neathholm if we need to retreat, rest, and recover before making additional assaults on the traitors."
From the hamlet of Neathholm, the tunnel winds mostly in a southeast direction for about 2,000 feet (16 minutes of travel). The tunnel narrows down at this point to a 5-foot-wide passageway, the walls carved with picks and chisels.
In a hushed voice Lann speaks trying to prevent his voice from carrying farther down the tunnel. "We're very close now to the entrance to the traitors' den. The entrance lies just around that bend there, I'll wait here with the injured and let you clear out the worst of them. I'm sure we can pick off..." At this he eyes Anevia"any of them that manage to get past you."
Ginger nods and pulls out her trusty dwarven waraxe and grins at Lann "we got this covered for you." which all is spoken in a hushed tone. Giving her companions a nod Ginger leads the party into the traitors den. Her axe is hungry this morning maybe it will get a breakfast.
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Valtyra holds her long spear at the ready waiting to attack anyone who shows themselves to be the enemy.
Haroon holds up the invisibility potion and speaks in a similarly hushed voice. Anyone want to have a look first, see what awaits us around the corner?
"How long does it last?" Sam asks, stepping up and stowing their pistol away. "I can be in and out in a couple of minutes - assuming, you know, they don't have a way to see invisible things."
Ahead:
Barricades made of heaped loose rocks and wooden boards bisect this cavern. Beyond the barricades, a wooden screen covers the lower half of a tunnel mouth. Two mongrelmen maintain a watch here, keeping an eye out for troublemakers from Neathholm.
Ginger thinks for a moment then steps back to protect the wounded and whispers "I'm not sneaky so its best to let you smaller and quieter folk go and scout."
Mordan follows Ginger. "Agreed. Some of us rattle significantly, best to let the quiet ones scout. Call out if you run into trouble." With that, he readies the massive wall of steel on his arm, resting it on the ground and pulling his sword out. He begins to quietly intone prayers and invocations to Iomedae for safety and courage.
Haroon hands the vial to Sam. It should last for three minutes, but it will end immediately if you attack them. After you take a look, maybe I can soften them up with my scale. Just let me know when you're back. Haroon stays behind Elder Greylocke and Ginger, and pulls out his Terendelev's scale.
"Two things. First, even if those guys are dumb as heck, they're going to notice if that screen opens and closes all by itself. So second, it'll be better for all of us if we take them out quietly first, then I go and explore the rest of this place by your plan. I can get the first one with my scale - not as loud as my gun," Sam whispers to Haroon.
"Should we offer them the chance to surrender first? I'm not much of a fan of slaughtering those who've been mislead by a demon's tongue without offering a chance to step back into Iomedae's light."
In a little better shape after the rest Oliver looks to the others. My bow, he curses internally.
I'll not hinder you if you wish to parley with them, Mordan, just try to keep your distance. The rest of us can hang back and be ready to jump in if your discussion does not go well, Haroon offers in a low voice by way of a compromise. Is that agreeable to everyone else?
"...for the record, I just want to say that plan is a terrible idea, because there's no room for us to 'jump' in or hide," Sam comments. "Just hit them with the glitter and then we can knock them out while they're blinded, if you're squeamish about killing them." Sam says to them all. "You can be noble without being stupid, old man."
Mordan nods his head. "Agreed. I did not say we HAD to, merely asking if we should. I'm on board for the glitter plan, and I'll try and move in behind and knock them out."
Well, that's much better. Everyone ready? Once the rest of the group nods their assent and positions themselves, Haroon prepares to step out around the corner and unleash the glitter cloud from Terendelev's Scale.
"Ready," Oliver whispers drawing his sword ready to storm.
Ready! Valtyra answers as she holds her long spear at the ready.
Mordan nods his head, tightening his grip on his weapon.
Haroon steps around the corner and unleashes the glitterdust from Terendelev's Scale, centered directly between the two guards.
The two men are surprised by the sudden appearance of the wizard and even more so by the silent explosion of glittering dust the engulfs them.
Coughing and spluttering they shout out an alarm! "Intruders! More of that lot from Neatholm are here!" The guards brandish their clubs and move to take cover behind the barricades.
The gunslinger blasts the first mongrelfolk to open his mouth to raise the alarm with an arrow of electricity.
Mordan rushes forward, swinging the magic Morningstar swinging down in an arc. Mordan pulls the blow though, trying for a knockout blow rather than braining the mongrelman.
Valtyra quickly moves up to engage the mongrelmen with her long spear.
Determining the situation to be critical Oliver rushes the guards moving past Valtyra's spear to engage.
Haroon moves to a position with line of sight and lobs an acid dart at one of the guardsmen.
Ginger lets out a roar and runs straight at Mongrelman 2 and swings hard declaring a power strike.
The souts and sounds of combat come to a quick conclusion as the combined might of the 6 of you quickly overpowers the two stunned guards.
Haroon hustles forward, muttering Quickly, quickly. We don't want to be here when their friends arrive...
Haroon burst through the screen and is met with the sight of two more of the mongrelmen pulling themselves out of their bedrolls. One has a tunic half pulled over his head the other is tying his long wild mane back to see.
"They seem to already be here," Oliver hisses as he follow the tiefling and readies his next attack.
Ginger comes in after Oliver and sees the two men only half ready. [b]"You men half to options surrender and stay quiet or not and wish you had." Her axe drips blood when she says the this.
With a heavy sigh, Mordan will rush the closest one. Using his speed and their surprise to his advantage he aims for the head hoping to knock the mislead creature out rather than kill. In a soft voice, he calls out "This does not have to end badly. Return to your home, ask for forgiveness from your gods and families. There are demons afoot, clouding your judgment with honeyed words and gilded tongues. Do not let them goad you into dying, for your soul is all they want in the end."