"What the Hells is that?!"
Adalwin looks on a little distractedly as the group discusses the trap. When the strange looking figure reveals itself, the young man gasps in surprise. "What the hell is that?"
"We don't want to fight, we are just passing through."
The ugly little figure grinds its teeth and stamps its feet, showing little indication that it understood Anor's words but suggesting it takes offence at her reasonable tone.
"Careful, they like fighting, and biting, they can shock you with electric and heat and have some magical resistance. Cold iron works against them."
The ugly fey shows little appreciation for (or perhaps understanding of) Anor’s words.
Eljoy notices that his scale armour is becoming uncomfortably warm …
The creature performs a clumsy jig on its tree branch, all the time sneering, pointing at Adalwin and gnashing its teeth menacingly.
Reekis loads his crossbow, takes a bead on the weird looking thing, and shoots.
The hunchbacked little thing is surprisingly agile, and neatly dodges Reekis' shot.
Anor sighs, and then mutters a curse under her breath, pointing at the small Fay.
A sense of dread starts to build in Adalwin as he looks at the hunched creature, and his hands start to shake as he raises his bow to fire at the thing.
A flurry of arrows all miss their targets, although the fey seems to stumble slightly on its branch as Anor mutters her curse.
With no injury to tend, Oliver reluctantly pulls around his crossbow. He has no better recourse for where the creature stands.
Jasper casts a spell, causing the branch to become slippery below the fey.
Despite Anor's misfortune hex, the surprisingly nimble gremlin keeps its feet on the branch as Jasper's spell covers it in grease.
The gremlin shrieks in rage then attempts to leap down from its high branch to attack Adalwin's shins and knees with its sharp claws.
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Adalwin barely resists the urge to retreat as the thing launches itself off the branch and attacks him. He drops his bow to the ground, drawing his sword and slashing at the creature.
"Little f@+@ing psycho!" It's not clear if Reekis is referring to the gremlin or himself. He reloads and shoots again.
Eljoy's armour is becoming blistering hot now, burning his skin.
Despite the discomfort, Eljoy’s axe shears through the ugly fey’s long hair and thick skin, biting deeply – though not quite as deeply as the power of his blow might suggest. The little monster shrieks in pain and rage.
Adalwin’s attack, in contrast, bounces harmlessly off the gremlin’s thick head.
Reekis' arrow comes close, but the gremlin dodges it at the last moment.
Anor begins to laugh in a mad, high pitch snarl. between breaths, she also mutters a spell.
Oliver is reluctant to fire into the fight, knowing all too well that he is less than adequate with the crossbow he carries. He instead hobbles forward, offering little assistance to Adalwin where he can.
"Hit him again, Eljoy!"
Jasper gets the flask of acid from his pouch and, concentrating on the faint green fluid, conjures up a handful of the stuff and flings it at the angry little fellow.
Not confident in his aim missing Eljoy, however, the orcling's acid flies low, sizzling and popping on the ground scant feet from Eljoy's boot.
"Sorry!"
Anor's spell fizzles, and Jasper's misses. Oliver blesses Adalwin with a minor enchantment.
The ugly fey continues to bite and claw at Adalwin’s legs, although it seems somewhat distracted by Anor’s mad cackling.
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Eljoy’s armour has now become searing hot, smoke rising from the armour’s padding and the skin around it turning bright red.