Daseem, Menrozzar and Bupkis try shooting at the insect, but between the flies and not hitting Scrabbler all shoot past the dragonfly.
Scrabbler again manages to turn the attack into movement, and is thrown back at the platform his companions stand on.
Scrabbler managed to catch the edge and gave his companions a sheepish grin from near their feet, his eyes looking a little unfocused and dazed.
"Mees back."
With Scrabbler, clear, Menrozzar again tries shooting the large dragonfly.
The dragonfly won't let go of its prey that easily. It comes after Scrabbler and grabs him with its mouth and legs.
Bupkis stares at the pretty giant insect.
Menrozzar drops the bow, pulls out the lucerne hammer and swings it at the dragonfly.
Menrozzar swings at the unnaturally big insect, but his hammer just bounces off.
"This is a fey. Use cold iron weapons if you have some." Amira tells hwat she knows about the beast.
I'm startin' ta' remember why my folk always disliked fey.
Ivan spits and slams his hammer down towards the fey grabbing scrabbler.
Daseem grunts his agreement with Ivan and steps smartly into melee range. A giant fey dragonfly was an unusual opponent, one he felt our lord in iron would approve of. So with out ceremony he tried to spit it upon the end of his sword!
Again, Scrabbler was knocked flying through the air, this time hitting the wall with the force of the blow. He slid to the ground, holding his ringing head, sprawled on the ground.
Scrabbler crawled beneath Ivan's legs, crouching and taking cover behind the dwarf's massive shield.
"It gonna eat me!"
It gets a bit crowded around around the dragonfly. Ivan doesn't manage to do more than irritate it. But Daseem cuts into its... yellow gooey innards.
With that one tasty goblin gone, the insect targets Daseem.
Gritting his teeth, Menrozzar roars in anger and swings his hammer at the dragonfly.
Oblivious to the danger, Bupkis stands in the middle of the fray, watching with fascination.
Getting battered about and grabbed and eaten by a giant insect wasn't quite the glorious combat Daseem had in mind. Still one had to make the best of the situation. So he did the only thing he could which was to whisper the word that activated his armor and then having grown to twice his height, he prepares to wrestle his way out!
Ivan lets out an irritated grunt, before bring his hammer back with a backhand stroke, and then using the momentum of the swing to follow up by slamming his metal plated head into the annoying buzzing thing.
That shimmering insect is really hard to hit. But at least Ivan in his rage manages to deliver the pain to it. Breaking the exoskeleton with his hammer, Ivan adds insult to injury, by headbutting into the broken chitin.
The fey lets go of daseem, moves back and with a piercing look casts glitterdust over the party. Who look now like sparkling unicorns. At least for the sparkling part.
Menrozzar drops his hammer and shifts into a defensive stance. He then wipes at his eyes, trying to remove the glitter from his eyes.
Clearing his eyes, Menrozzar looks for the dragonfly.
Bupkis can't see anything except sparkling lights. He gropes for Daseem to heal him, finally delivering a touch of positive energy. "Daseem! Bupkis heals!"
Daseem ignores the strange goop but he briefly gives Bupkis a feral grin, he was back in business!
Ivan is hit by the dusty glitter but manages to keep just enough out of his eyes to not have it adversely effect him. Though his precious beard now glitters in the light, Ivan is unsure whether or not he approves, but quickly decides that no one touches the beard and swings his bug squashin' mallet again.
From safely behind the cover of Ivan's shield, Scrabbler threw a burny flask at the big bug.
The large insect is hit with the flames and catches fire. Losing the interest in the fight, the dragonfly takes a dive into the black depths, lighting them up on the way. And it is really deep. A moment later the fire goes out and it is dark again.
In front of you still lie the lily pads with the disgusting - or tasty - swarm of fat, opalescent flies hovering over them.
Arms crossed, Daseem watched the dragonfly burn. He noted the flames where pretty and he was almost sorry when they guttered out. Glancing at the lillypads and the gap to the other side Daseem felt the earlier plan wasn't such a bad idea...
Pointing to the rope he asked, "R-round two?"
His eyes clear, but still sparkly, Menrozzar says, ”We need to do something about those flies. Scrabbler, do you have more bombs?”
Bupkis watches the burning dragonfly disappear into the darkness, then turns his attention back to the cloud of giant flies. He lets loose another crossbow bolt, trying to disrupt them with the aether shockwave. "Shoo!"
Bupkis' elemental magic blows the flies out of the air, and silences the buzzing for now.
Ivan nods as the bug leaves, barely stopping himself from throwing an axe down at it out of spite. Then, once bupkis gets rid of the swarm, he chuckles.
Good shot laddie. So, what are we doin' now? We tryin' ta get across again?
Bupkis stares across the chasm and tells no-one in particular, "Bupkis tired."
”Let’s tie off that rope, and get across these lily pads. If the weapons are over there, we can rest once we get there.”
Scrabbler sighed. "This place no funs."
Then he worked his way back across the lily pads.
Bupkis is dubious about going much further right now. "Ewigga says many evil fey. Bupkis needs rest before much more fighting."
Nevertheless, he ties one end of the rope to the door handle, and, once Scrabbler is 20 ft ahead of him, hops across the pads to the middle of the gap. He gets ready to use his telekinetic powers to send the other end to Scrabbler.
Menrozzar looked across the gap, then sighed. "I don't see anything to tie the other end of the rope off to. There's no set of doors over there, anyway. Bupkis may be right - we may need to rest before continuing on."
Daseem looked disappointed they where stopping, but the lad was clearly exhausted from the days exertions. After a bit he sat down heavily and remarked with a deep sigh, "We n-n-need to set a watch if we're resting..."
"Why Daseem talks like that?" Scrabbler quietly asked Bupkis. "Is hims cold?"
Ivan gives a look to scrabbler at the question before grunting as he sits down.
In a sense I suppose ye right. Though likely not in tha' physical way. He looks around.
If'n we are bunkerin' down, I'll take tha' last watch, or two, sense one of our goblin friends seems ta' be sufferin' somethin'.
Ivan seems hurt, so Bupkis heals him. Then the goblin sits down and starts devouring some rations.
As it is settled, that a rest is the next thing to do the group takes a scarce meal of trail rations and then decides to take the tool shed, next to the elven woman's 'throne room' as a shelter for the night. It's dry, warm, a closed space with a door and no hostile creatures in it. Which is more than can be said of all other options.
The rest passes uneventful, if one ignores the snoring of the dwarf. But as he registered for two watches even those with a light sleep get some rest.
As all leave the shed, the light and temperature is still the same. Looks like the vault knows no day and night.
After they'd rested, Scrabbler was impatient. "We goes now? Over big froggy leaves, yes?"
"Yes!", Bupkis agrees with Scrabbler. "Goblins hop like froggies!" He makes sure the rope is secured to the near door handle.