There is a space for someone to join Will along the platform, but it would allow the lizard to strike as you rise.
There is the sound of arcane words and the world seems to speed up for the lizard and some of the creatures around him. Magic is obviously at work here!!
The high pitched voice continues:
"I am in control of time and space here. It is best you disarm now. I will do not treat armed intruders as guests."
Hmm. Predictable. Of course, there's not much I can do about it down here...
On hearing the spell cast William will return to the previous plan.
So much for the truce!
William slams into the speeded lizard with scimitar and shield. He cuts the lizard and slices him badly.
Skirros steps into the gap next to William and takes a swipe at the lizard with her scimitar. ,
Skirros steps up and is attacked by the hasted lizard.
The teeth close in
The savage lizard attacks with extra speed but no longer enjoys a height advantage and lands another blow.
The next set of arcane words produce an extremely nauseous cloud engulfing the lizard, a tasloi, Will, Skirros and anyone on the last fifteen feet of the dangling 40 foot rope.
The speedy lizard seems unaffected, but the little tasloi is unable to attack as he withdraws through the fumes.
Sandrion smells the cloud that engulfs him just before he climbs up the edge. He pauses for a moment as he gags on the smell.
Skirros, barely standing, tries to cover her mouth and nose and not breath in the noxious fumes. In her weakened condition she is unable to control her gagging, and begins to violently expel the contents of her stomach.
Milhar barely clings onto the rope.
Talon follows the same path as Milhar and barely holds the rope in his nauseated condition.
Too bad I can't warn them until I shift back...
Bikmalu flies back down and takes back control over his flaming sphere rolling it back over the lizard.
Bikmalu easily stays in control of and moves to direct his sphere to hit the lizard as he maneuvres through the noxious cloud. The lizard manages to avoid the worst of the sphere as it singes him before departing.
William and Bikmalu seem to have overcome the worst of the noxious cloud.
Another good spell, Vardlon thinks. Can't wait to get more proficient. Assuming we live through all this. With our luck, though, it's probably a sorcerer.
Sandrion, gagging and coughing, shimmies up the rope onto the other side of the cliff. Once there he takes stock of the situation.
Have hostilities resumed? It seems that way. I would not have disarmed myself here as well, it would have shown weakness to the magic-wielder here.
Milhar climbs.
Still violently ill, Skirros thinks: I've got to get out of this cloud!
She dashes forward, trying to get past the tasloi and into what she assumes is fresh air somewhere beyond him. She can't back up, since she has her back to nothing but air and knows her companions are climbing up.
Skirros attempts to tumble past the lizard and follows the tasloi. Near the edge of the cloud Skirros sees some creatures waiting just outside the cloud. Skirros is unable to make it to the edge do to the nasty poison.
Skirros takes a nasty bite trying to slip past that barely avoids the vitals.
The squeaky voice continues:
"They are still resisting!"
The lizard's final bite takes Skirros down ... she'd only been hanging on by a thread. She collapses on the ground, still vomiting forth her last meal as the lizard tears at her flesh.
Bikmalu summons up another flaming sphere and rolls it toward the lizard.
Talon climbs up trying to get to solid ground he has no idea what is in store for him up there but he can only hope for the best.
With the lizard attacking Skirros, Milhar, Talon and Sandrion climb up to the ledge in the middle of the cloud. The prone form of Skirros is closer to the edge.
The lizard is almost burned to death. He attacks
Milhar avoids the lizard!!! But the party cannot avoid the deluge of ice pellets that strike around them bludgeoning and freezing them and putting out the sphere. Vardlon informs you it is a nasty ice storm spell between coughs.
The lizard succumbs to the massive ice and bludgeoning.
The entire ledge is coated with sleet and ice (difficult terrain).
The party hears the snarling of a lion with their perceptive ears ahead. After the deluge of ice, the situation seems dire.
Party up
Sandrion no sooner takes stock of the situation before being pelted by the ice cold hailstones. A sense of despair fills his heart. It is not looking good for us now, is there anywhere to hide around here?
He draws his rapier and prepares for the worst.
Seeing his spell smothered by the storm and barely able to keep his wings free of ice, Bikmalu wings back to the far side of the chasm and transforms back into a man. "We need to find a way to help them fall back!"
Vardlon climbed up the rope with the rest.
Bikmalu wings back to the other side with the crocodile. The high pitched voice continues to speak:
"You will pay for this. Those lizards were expensive!!"
Vardlon, without actually going prone, tries to look as nonthreatening as possible—which shouldn't be too difficult, as there's not much he can do that's threatening.
The last thing those in the cloud remember is a barrage of force bolts unerringly hitting them at close range before falling unconscious.