"What a nasty looking insect!!"
plus disadvantage on next attack.
DC 13 Wisdom negates.
Tiberius moves up to attack one of the spider creatures.
But the darkness causes his blade to go wide, he settles down, hefting his shield up.
Galinndan falls swiftly, his wounds barely begun to heal from the previous fight.
Fear courses through Kanzen's body, as he knows one strike from the creature could finish him, but he grits his teeth. I was willing to die for my beliefs. Now I have to prove them with my actions. He leaps over Galenus and stabs with his blade.
Confused by Irdril's attack upon its small mind, the creature is unprepared for Kanzen's leaping assault, which cuts it down. The many-legged body twitches and writhes for a moment before going still.
You search back in this small cave and find a battleaxe (-1 damage rolls) and suit of studded leather armor (-1 AC), both damaged by rust. In addition, you find 14 gp the beasts did not touch.
Stool alerts those around him
It's ok. The Drow got the last one...
Irdril moves to attend to the fallen.
Afterwards.
"Maybe one of you stout lads try to break them off? Hitting it with that sword might be to loud."
manacled forever it seems..
The quaggoth nods gravely toward Kanzen.
A noble finish, my fellow elf-kin. Let us forget the hatred between our peoples and united in our deeper ancestry.
Derendil: 1/minute: Derendil’s bulk and strength make it difficult to maneuver around him. When activating this ability, Derendil makes a creature of your choice treat the ground within 15 feet of you as difficult terrain for 1 minute.
1/day: Derendil’s brute strength can shove creatures around the battlefield. Push one enemy no more than one size larger than Derendil and within 10 feet of you 10 feet in any direction. If this would move an enemy into something harmful (e.g. off a cliff, into a trap), they may make a DC 12 dexterity or strength saving throw to avoid being pushed.
Expend your inspiration: When angered, Derendil can unleash devastating attacks with his huge hairy fists. When a creature damages you with a melee attack, Derendil deals half that damage to the creature.
Kanzen looks up at Derendil from where he crouches with his dagger still. Though still unsure about the quaggoth - Is he really an elf, or just crazy? - the genuine nature of the hulking creature's thoughts touches the friendless Kanzen deeply. He stands and offers Derendil his hand. You honour me greatly. I will stand beside you. Words fail him, and he simply shakes the quaggoth's hand.
The quaggoth nods and warmly shakes Kanzen's hand. But he is soon interrupted by the female deep gnome.
What's the plan here? We bustin' the manacles or moving along? Those blasted Drow have got to be right behind us!! She gestures with great animation to express her fears of being recaptured.
The kuo-toa begins looking around him and picking certain fungi off the walls. He does something with them for a few minutes then applies them to the unconscious party members.
Shuushar turns to Cyrus.
I have seen how you act. You understand that fighting is not the only way. You avoid a fight when you can. I've seen you help your friends instead of striking down your foes when you must intervene.
Shuushar: 1/minute: Having wandered alone through the Underdark, Shuushar has become adept at navigating its twists and turns. Make a survival check to navigate or forage with advantage.
3/day: Shuushar’s knowledge of the medicinal fungi of the Underdark allow him to aid those around him. Over the course of 10 minutes, Shuushar creates a poultice of fungi and applies it to the wounds of a creature, healing them for 1/5 of their max hp (rounded down).
Inspiration: A speaker of peace, Shuushar can persuade even the most obstinate to listen to him, at least temporarily. A single creature that can understand Shuushar (only speaks Undercommon) will not move or take hostile actions for 1 round as long as no hostile actions are taken toward that creature.
Cyrus shrugs at Shuushar unsure of what to make of the strange creature. "Can't we be moving new? A'fore we get the worst kind o' guests." The goblin relays with haste.
Galenus awakes with a start. Gah! What happened? Whatdya mean I was bit? That mandible missed me by a mile! What? Damn. Must've been dreaming it.
He rubs his head.
Well, at least we got a good haul. Ok, well, a meager haul. Whatever others don't take, Galenus will carry for now. Armor, weapons, gold, food. As he's gathering stuff up, he'll see if there's any old clothing left on those bones - if so, he'll grab some.
Thanks for the medicine, Shuushar. Yes, Cyrus, let's get going. Sorry for the hold up.
Hey, Tiberius. I found some rags. I bet if we wrap it around that pipe you found, we could make a torch. What do you say?
Assuming Tiberius gives Galenus a chance, he'll fumble with trying to make a torch.
Well, I suppose it is worth a shot, and would help me greatly.
He moves to help with the makeshift torch.
whether or not the torch is lit, Tiberius moves to the two fallen members, and grants them both healing.
Blessed Bahamut, aid me in caring for those that were wounded.
Galinndan wakes up, with Tiberius looming near him.
My thanks.
He rolls onto his feet, dagger in hand.
What is the situation?
While looking around.
With Galenus making it only a little harder, Tiberius manages to make a torch from the moldy rags. He suddenly feels much more comfortable, now that he can see around him at all.
Galinndan wakes and takes in the situation around him, the torch also aiding his vision. He sees his allies passing weapons around and preparing to move forward.
Shuushar nods at Cyrus' words. Yes we should resume moving. More quickly, if possible. Is everyone ready to go further? He glances around at the elf getting to his feet and the passing around of weapons.
Kanzen holds his hands up at chest height, palms out, as Galinndan rolls to his feet, dagger at the ready. "Peace, friend. The enemy is defeated, we're all alive... for now. But we need to get moving."
Galinndan swiftly eases out of a combat stance.
Peace indeed. Let us keep moving. I would find somewhere safer to remove these infernal bindings.
You move through the dark tunnels, moving towards the kuo-toa's home.
You notice a small burrow with the entrance covered by fungi so as to make it almost invisible. Its inhabitant seems to have died or abandoned it long ago but the inside looks dry and large enough to fit a dozen people if they huddled together and lay in something of a heap.
Irdril follows as qucikly as her shackled self can.
Galinndan stops in his tracks and thinks out loud:
Halt. I see a burrow off to the side. Covered by fungi, difficult to spot. It's owner dead or long gone. A dozen could fit inside, if huddled together in a heap. We could rest in there in some measure of safety.
As Kanzen walks through the tunnels with the rest of the escapees, he struggles to keep his personal thoughts from transmitting to the rest of the group. After hiding for so long among his evil kin, and his failed attempt to escape their world and seek out something pure, he has found freedom with a random, ragtag group of former slaves. Bewildered by both the sudden realisation of his dreams, and the worrisome predicament they all find themselves in, he holds firmly to the belief that freedom with nothing, even if it means death, is better than living a lie among those he despises.
And sweet Eilistraee, these shackles are the worst!
EDIT: As Galinndan calls halt, Kanzen looks at the burrow. Burrows tend to be... burrowed by something. If we rest here, we should keep a keen watch in case whatever lived, or lives, here comes back.
Rest sounds good.
Agreed on a need for watches. But I doubt we will find a better place to rest any time soon.
Kanzen transmit to the entire group. So if Galinndan and I keep watch in two four-hour shifts and rest while the other keeps guard, you can all rest solidly. Then we can be on our way as soon as possible. Any objections?
Galinndan thinks openly:
I am willing to take first watch.
Keeping another thought to himself:
The drow surely must be in the same position as us. But he is drow. This...is confusing.
Kanzen nods at the surface elf, one of a race that he has always been told were the murderous nemeses of his people. Picking up on Galinndan's vibe, he thinks to himself, He doesn't trust me. How could he? Not even a drow trusts another drow. But there is only one way to prove that I am not like my kin, and it won't happen in a hurry. Outwardly, Good. Wake me when you need rest. He makes to enter his trance, taking up as little room as possible, his back to the wall of the burrow.
Galenus trundles along with the rest of them. While he isn't bound by shackles, his bare feet are sore from walking along the rocky caves. Still, he's able to keep up without much complaint. He periodically casters his mold earth spell to try to hide their tracks whenever they walk across ground that's capable of leaving tracks.
Upon the rest, he goes around to whoever is still shackled and offers to help them break the chains.
Before he rests, Galinndan will exchange aid with the others, starting with Galenus.
I agree wer needin ta move quickly but wer also needin to gather food an water, as we go.
As the group piles together to rest, Galinndan watches out through the opening of the burrow, his keen eyes peeled to detect any danger. He does not see anything and calls upon the next to keep watch. The group manages to snatch a few hours of sleep.
After the rest..
"I have a small amount of healing now if anyone is still gravely injured."
She again tries to get out of her manacles..
to no avail.
Before the long rest, Tiberius will grant Galinndan his last point of healing (1 hp regained) After, Tiberius will offer aid to anyone trying to escape their bonds.
Can someone help me gather some of this fungi? I need it to be see to be of any real use in these tunnels.
The dwarf maiden crawls out of the strange little burrow and stretches. Gor but wasn't that a cramped, smelly little hole. Let's get these blasted manacles off! I could use some food and drink too, while we're at it.