Lana tries once more to clear the blood from Sven's eyes.
Lana fails to cleanse Sven's face as all the strikes go wide of their mark. Avora continues to remain defensive in her blind state, and Bugsby is lost in contemplation of blue Gnomish babies and missed nights of sleep to realize that he is still in combat.
The cleric above continues to try and mend her wounds, hoping to do better than previously.
Lana tries to mend Sven's face, and very nearly gouges out his eye instead.
Kalt once again launches two arrows in rapid succession at the airborne cleric.
She grunts as Kalt lands another arrow, growling in frustration that she cannot go on the offensive if she has to keep healing herself.
Sven can tell that with his limited healing skill, there is no possible way for him to mend his own eye damage.
"Let's hit her with all we've got!" cries Kalt. "She'll run out of healing spells before we run out of arrows!"
" Make my shot fly true Milady."
Ankih whispers in hopeful prayer as he lines up his crossbow.
"Grr." He rumble in frustration as he reloads for another shot.
The party continues to send arrow and bolt upward at the cleric, who tries desperately to keep healing, but eventually she runs out of spells and her wounds send her into an eternal sleep. Any attempts at discussion are met with a hiss of anger that clearly shows the womans hatred of the group, and refusal to surrender.
Lana is able to eventually mend Sven and Avora's eyes enough to allow them a bit of sight, and if they are willing to wait a bit longer, it will return fully.
When the bird-woman drops to the floor, riddled with Kalt's arrows and numerous other missiles, she comes crashing down quite close to Kalt, given his position almost directly below her. If she was still breathing when she fell, she almost certainly isn't when she hits the floor. Kalt kneels down by her body and searches her carefully.
" She mentioned Gozreh, a .....Neutral... God of weather and the sea and natural things. Not sure why she hated US though. SO probably not a witch." Ankih replies with a shake of his head. " Anybody who'd willingly work for these 'winter' witches has to be half crazy."
"Or more than half," mutters Lana.
As the temporary enchantments slowly vanish, the group finds nothing of a magical nature. Looking with an appraising eye, the short spear seems of nice quality and a familiar looking pendent of star shaped ice diamond looks to be worth a few gold pieces.
Looking around, there are two doors out of this crescent shaped room.
Kalt follows behind Sven, eager to search the place and get moving after Argentea. As his bear-like partner opens the door, Kalt steps in, saying quietly, "You're even blinder than usual, Bjornson, let me take a look."
" I wonder. Sven is that the same necklace that Argentea was wearing downstairs? It may be that She was disguised by magic to look like Argentea. It would make more sense..." Ankih will ask as he falls in line to check out the next room.
Kalt listens at the door and hears nothing. After examination, the door is locked, but after a few minutes, Bugsby is able to jimmy the latch and open the door. Dozens of stacked crates fill this angular storeroom. Several miniature doll houses stand atop high shelves .
Lana frowns. "What in the world..." she mutters, as she moves into the room and begins to look around.
"All these dollhouses reminds me of Nadya's daughter."He says with a shudder..
" Gives me an evil, creepy feeling...."
Kalt shakes his head sadly, saying, "I was thinking the same, Ankih. A dark feeling indeed."
Looking up high, he says, "Let's look around for some way to get up and see those dollhouses, though I hate to imagine what horror the witches have been up to with them."
Kalt adjusts some of the crates and barrels and gains enough elevation to see into the various doll houses. What is immediately apparent is these houses looked lived in, and fairly recently. Tiny cloths are strewn about the inside, and there is even a small workshop with tiny shafts and minature fletchings on the table. As he looks them over, he finds that there are areas of the doll houses he cannot see into without pulling each house down.
Kalt describes what he sees, then says, "I'd like to take a closer look, but whatever lives here might not take kindly to me wrecking their houses. I think I'll leave 'em alone."
He climbs back down and says, "Ready to move on?"
Continuing with their now standard look and listen practice, the group find the door silent and unlocked. Two bookshelves, a chest, and a comfortable-looking bed heaped with thick blankets furnish this bedroom. A mobile of ice crystals carved to resemble birds hangs from the ceiling, glinting in the light from the frost covered windows. Surprisingly, no mirrors are seen in the room.
Kalt gives the room a quick search as he says, "I suspect this is where our bird-woman lived. It's worth taking a look, but I think we should try that amulet on the mirror and finish our business here if we can."
" At least there aren't any mirrors in here."
Ankih sighs as he helps the Ulfen search.
Though they scour the room to the best of their abilities, they find nothing of interest. If the inhabitants of the room had anything of value, its not here.
"Right, nothing here, let's try that mirror in the hall," concludes Kalt. He heads for the magical mirror in the hallway and says, "Anyone have any idea how we use the amulet to take us where we want to go?"
The group returns to the second floor and makes their way to the previously unresponsive teleportation area. Knowing they only have one shot at it, they all squeeze into the teleportation area, though there are a few hands and knees in awkward places, especially for Bugsby. With a pulse of magic, the party is whisked away to a large and intricate room. A translucent image of a globe hangs suspended in midair, slowly rotating in place above a summoning circle in the blue tiled floor. Lines of arcane energy glow across the globes surface, faintly humming with power as they connect end points in a radiant glow bright enough to illuminate the domed ceiling overhead. Many tables and shelves covered in books, maps, and large scrolls line the rooms circular walls, and a large, ornate mirror between two open windows to the west. Twin ice sculptures of demonic fiends flank a bubbling cauldron in an archway leading into a deep alcove in the southern wall.
A tall dark haired man stands on the opposite side of the summoning circle. Dressed in deep blue robes and furs of a white wolf, he looks over the group, face full of malice. "I assume, based on your presence that Jairess is dead? Pity. It took you longer than I expected to reach me, and I was forced to amuse myself in other ways..." With a motion of his hand, a small doll creaks into motion. As it moves into the light, their is a collective intake of breath, as the features of the doll remind many of a Tiefling they left to harass the tower nearly a month prior. "As you can see, I needed to refresh some of my minions after he killed most of them, a most troublesome man. I do hope he causes you the same problems he called me."
"Gilganis'" tail twitches in jerky movement as its hand darts forward producing a swirling vortex of biting cold among the group.
Radosek begins to chant in arcane language, words that seem to resonate through the hall, but there is no immediate effect.