Ah guys, FYI there is something up on the edge. Approx. 30 ft up. Don't look now but me thinks its another bad guy! Trystan, lets move this along, I really want to go home. I need a hot shower and a bed, preferably with you in it.
"You know, if you got a little sun once in a while my dear, you might attract better suitors."
Trystan drops the glowing rock in his hand to the slimy cavern floor and raises his loaded crossbow before him. He murmurs an incantation and commands the closest beast to flee for it's life.
The creature is a dretch. A demonic manifestation of a slothful soul. Someone's been summoning things from the lower planes.
One of the demons is shocked into obedience. It stops in its tracks then flees to the back of the chamber .
I nudge Lia and mutter Watch your heads. I think to myself, "fires been working well for me and so I decide launching a fireball directly at the druid bit^^s head seems like a good idea". Trystan, is it getting hot in here or is it just me? I take a peek at Lia to see if she thinks I'm crazy or not.
The blast blossoms with a roar, a crimson bloom of fiery death that singes Trystan's eyelashes. Unbelievably both the enemies enveloped in the momentary blast are still standing as the inferno reduces to smouldering bits here and there. The demon looks burned - and demons are damned hard to burn. The dark elf grits her teeth and stands her ground through the explosion.
The soft items in the niche are aflame but the chest appears sound if scorched.
WOOHOO. Take that you little demon buggers. Finish them off boys!
"That's what I'm talking about! Get 'em Rees."
"That's just to let you know I'm still here."
That shot goes whistling past your target and shatters against the far wall.
Kwava bounces down next to Brenin and fires a silver tipped arrow at the wounded demon, but that shot also goes astray.
The drow cooly fires her little crossbow, whips another bolt into the breach, draws and fires again. The first bolt is aimed at Brenin and is wickedly placed.
The second bolt takes Kwava in the torso and lights him on fire! He screams in surprise and pats furiously at his burning self.
Lia jumps down to join the fray. She stomps to the front of the action and draws her weapon.
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The closest demon flees as a result of Trystan's command spell. The second demon - the one bearing Rees's scorchmarks charges into combat. The fury of its assault focuses on Brenin. One of its gore-soaked claws gouges the beleaguered ranger.
Trystan curses Kwava for trying to obscure his shot. He sees a moment of opportunity and takes it, reloading after. He quickly glances back to check on Rees.
The shot hits the monster but fails to penetrate its hide.
Eewww, that is just nasty. See how you like a little fire. I aim up there and take a nice little shot at the bug.
Rees shakes the wand and another happy little ball of flame pops out of the end and shoots up the chimney passage above her, lighting the walls as it passes. As it shoots past the shelf she glimpses the big critter releasing its end of the first fibrous strand. The fireball blossoms above the bug and the blowback fire from the trapped elemental energy washes over Rees, singing her dress and leaving her devil-born skin smoking. Chunks of earth and rock are discharged from the roof of the cave.
Kwava slides neatly past the burnt and raging demon. It swipes at the elf with its one good arm as he dodges by. He pivots on his heel and drives a bowshot into the monster's exposed flank from very close range.
The dretch screeches in agony as it swipes at the shaft of the arrow, but still does not go down.
"Damned things have tough hides," the elf calls back.
The creature twists away from Brenin's shot and the arrow shatters on the back wall.
The dark elf moves over behind the still smoking chest using it for partial cover. She aims her little bow at Kwava and lets loose with another bolt. This one impacts on the elf's shoulder and explodes in a shower of acid - most of which spatters the stalagmite behind him
Lia moves by the nasty thing and gets behind him; one of her favorite positions. She tries some moves with her trusty rapier.
Isegrim readies The Raven's Blade and his lips curl hungrily as he stalks the hellspawn creature closest to him . "As this day has grown on my patience has worn thin for these slothful crouchers in the darkened shadows of dreams. Let us make this place a bit more light with the sundering of their foul flesh."
Gawd, we are looking pretty bad here.
Lia drives the slim and gleaming blade into the monster's back. It wrenches free of the length of metal and slumps against the cavern wall, its life's energy spent.
Rees sidesteps a piece of the ceiling that tries to pay her a visit.
"Nicely done wicked Lia. Could it be that you are even more lovely when you are running through deadly monsters?" Isegrim turns and moves to intercept the Dark Pointy eared fiend that has drawn our chase into these murky underground realms.
"You seem to like picking on poor defenseless rangers you underworld b+*!~. Would you care to shed some light on these dark workings before we send you to a fiery place to rest for eternity? Who are you and why were you in the woods? What have ye to do with the darkness that haunts the sky?"
"Who are you calling defenseless, Romeo? I've got a few arrows left and eventually I'm going to hit something."
The remaining demon shakes off Trystan's command.
The drow screams at the demon and points at Isegrim.
It looks dumbly at the dark elf and charges back into the fray. It charges headlong into Isegrim and releases the most wretched abyssal fart your worlds have ever known.
The monster bug behind the group spits a second long string of stuff and this time strikes Rees on the shoulder. There's no pain but the stuff is stuck very firmly to Rees's dress. In fact it immediately begins pulling her to the base of the wall below its perch.
"D@mn, that's worse than Trystan's beer farts."
Lia holds her nose. She was raised with stinky brothers that smelled worse than this.
"Ayyyy the stench! You foul offspring of the corpses of horses, no doubt your dead bodies smell more lovely than this wretched offal you offer. You can tell alot about a dark elf by the company she keeps....clearly your judgement stinks!"
Isegrim swings The Raven's Blade in a mighty arc aimed at the hellspawn nearest and smelliest.
My eyes must be watering from the smell of these darkspawn.
When Trystan senses the cloud of vapor reach out for him he turns to hide his face from it's hideous stench. He catches glimpse of his woman in mortal struggle with a stalk eyed creature. He takes one big stride , plants his feet, fires and reloads.
The demon is shorter than Isegrim accounted for and the mighty blow misses its mark.
Trystan hurries his shot after vaulting the shelf. The bolt is lost in the shadows.
Eww, this is really gross. Without really thinking through the consequences Reese fires another shot at the giant bug. When debris starts falling around her she thinks oops, maybe a piece of burning cave part will hit the demon drow.
This little ball explodes with more angry red energy. The fire alone scorches well past the witch's natural tolerance. The concussion of the blast brings down a rain of stones and dirt that Rees manages to avoid by sheltering against the wall. The well-cooked bug is buried in the roof collapse.
Kwava continues deeper into the cave to escape the demon fug. He pivots and lets a shot fly that catches the drow by surprise.