Moving forward towards a nearby mite, Arilyth mutters under her breath in Elven. "Mi timas, ke vi estas la malpuraj aĵoj ĉi tie."
Her rapier rises as she elegantly twirls before jabbing forward with the deadly instrument.
Like the coward he is the last mite tries to flee.
He had expected the might to run, I mean how could it nor, His sword flashed out into its only path cutting into the little pest.
Everything happened in the blink of an eye to Rodric. "I'm not getting old, but I was....so slow. Get it together Rodric." He thinks to himself.
Rodric looks at his companions, and says quietly,"Well done, friends. Let's quickly search the room. Master Cerian, if you will, quietly guard the tunnel forward."
Arilyth goes to Rodric, putting a hand on his shoulder. "Yes, we search then move on. LAst thing we want is for more of them to wander to us."
She mutters a small prayer in Elvish. "Desna gvidi miajn okulojn."
Nedyr will kill the sleeping mites with grim necessity if any remain
Aluxion looks around at his companions. "Wow, we're gettin' really good at this mite-huntin' thing."
Aluxion helps Arilyth look around the cramped cave before moving on.
Arilyth chuckles at Aluxion. "Indeed! I say we stop our regular lives and become exterminators. If only because they dare speak ill of our dear Mme. Pindles."
Nedyr chuckles as they all seem united in their defensive of their gnomish ally, but he also says, "I'm afraid that's the only sleep spell I had in me today. So back to the usual mayhem for the next large batch."
"Well, it was damned effective that time Nedyr. Thanks."
Rodric adjusts the straps of his armor to refit and levels his sword at the tunnel ahead. "If we're ready, let's advance."
"Ladies and gentlemen, your assistance is appreciated," the gnome proclaims stiffly, but her demeanor quickly dissolves into a wink and warm smile.
As if to prevent any further disparaging remarks regarding her cleanliness, Mme. Pindles stubbornly wipes herself and Darbi with another round of prestidigitation, then flounces along behind the group.
Ok, that would be level up. Everyone should be at exactly 1300xp now.
Hella would assist with the looking around.
Ok, that would be level up. Everyone should be at exactly 1300xp now.
Nedyr starts to follow the others when Moon-Eye, his owl, nips his right ear. "Ow..what was that all about?"
The owl looks intently into his eyes, "Really?" Nedyr asks, "Now? Well, no. I've never been so foolish as decline before. Yes yes, if the others give me time."
"Time? For talkin' with yer bird? Nedyr, I'm thinkin' this ain't really the time. Nor the place, neither. We've been kinda loud, and the other mites are like to git or ambush us if'n we stick around fer too long. Erastil's words say that there's a time and a place fer everythin'."
"I understand, Aluxion. I'm an elf, for many of us 'soon' means sometime this month..." He assures, though it is clear his owl is feeling impatient, "Let's just say I have yet another motivation to help clear this place out. As if survival wasn't enough."
"I never could wrap my mind around you elves and how you treat time."
Mme. Pindles snorts. "And here I'm having trouble imagining how humans manage. You lot have so little time to wander, and yet you seem so content with it!"
She creates a smoky duplicate of her face which preens with her before vanishing. "I've probably been alive twice as long as you, whippersnapper, and I'll still be fresh as a daisy when you're bobbing your grandchildren on your wrinkly knees."
Arilyth simply smiles at the mild banter among her comrades before stepping forward. "Well, let's clear it out then, then head back and rest, yes?" She feels deep down as if something truly momentous has occurred...
From deeper in you hear the screechy voices of mites hollering.
"Ah, the proverbial wagon of welcome..." He comments on the screeches and decides to keep behind the more warlike of the group
"well then, since it appears the stealthy approach might be a bit prepared for..."
The young Elf began, wiping his blade against one of the fallen mites grubby clothing before resheathing the shorter blade, then he carefully drew out the much longer elven curve blade. One of the last gifts he recieved from his parents before they disapeared. He glanced back torwards the others waiting for the head nod for him to continue forward.
Hella would nod to Cerian listening to everyone talk with a smile. Blowing on her whistle calling Wolf to her. Once he entered the room she stroked him and growled into his ear and he took up watch making sure nothing came from the side they came from.
Arilyth readies herself to advance further...
...but her nerves cause her to be jittery.
Folowing the lead of the scouts on how far to hang back, Nedyr's footwork is fairly soft.
The next chamber it is clear they have prepared for battle, a Mite larger than the rest sits mounted on the back of a giant tick, while 8 other mites, better equipped than the rest stand defensively around a large table.
"Shall I even the playing field and summon support?"
Rodric draws his sword, preparing for the likely advance of the Mites.
Arilyth prepares to battle these deadly foes!
"Mi mortigos miajn malamikojn en bela maniero!"
Aluxion glances around the room, looking to see if the tree roots extend down this far.
Round 1, Initiative 22: Aluxion
As the party advances and a fight becomes apparent as they're about to turn a corner, Aluxion acts quickly, targeting the shadowy figures down in the next chamber with an Entangle spell. Ancient roots burst from the ceiling and floor of the chamber to encircle and bind the mites before they can attack. Vengeance from the dying tree against the fey who have poisoned it.
Then he pulls out his bow, ready to take some potshots.
On Arilyths turn she shall step forward enough to see the mites, her hands rising and contorting as arcane utterances begin to leave her mouth.
Cerian will creep forward with the two handed blade low, readying himself to raise and strike the first mite to close.
Round 1 Initiative 19
Hella would hold her action to wait to see if any Mites made it up. Summoning something into that mess wouldn't help them much. But entangle was a smart move.
Nedyr draws his sometimes trusty bow, and if he sees any escape the entangle, he'll fire at those.
Rodric readies himself against any advancing mites, waiting to strike as they come into range.
"Hey- HEY!" Miri pouts as the bigger people crowd in the tiny neck of the tunnel. "I can't see anything..." she whines, and cranes her neck to try to see what lies down the tunnel.
Darbi joins in the gnome's whines with shrill sounds of her own, but almost sarcastically so. The effect is not lost on Miri, who glares at the thylacine grumpily. "That's not funny!"
Two of the Mites manage to keep from being wrapped by the rebellious root.
Miri
Aluxion
Rodric
Cerian
Hella
boss
mites
Arilyth
Nedyr
Hella you're up