Snarling with frustration at the missed opportunity, Fairwind stabs at empty air.
Leo shifts once and after divine challenging his chosen foe cuts loose with a holy strike that literally turns his sword into a beam of light slashing into the creeper!
Leo turns into a towering weapon of his god, bounding across the room and ruthlessly cutting down C5.
Brujo vansishes into the ether and reappears behing Leo.
Blind though he is, Brujo retains enough sense of self-preservation to step lightly between worlds and emerge at a safe distance.
Moving carefully, Mirth tries to remain calm despite her continued blindness.
Tail lashing, Mirth backs uneasily away, hoping the her senses will alert her to any impending attacks.
Snaggletooth eases around and takes advantage of the last seconds of the creepers blindness, stabbing hard and deep. Nodding with satisfaction as the blow lands true, be ducks away again.
Deft Strike on C3 (Ref) (1d20 12=24, 1d4 4=5, 2d8=7)
Cronin holy symbol rises and the shifter sends more divine light powering into the creature. It finches away, but can't avoid the radiant light of Selune. Fairwind shakes her head as she tries to clear her vision, but can't manage it.
Sacred Flame (Ref) v C3 (1d20 7=26, 1d6 6=9).
Immediate save v blindness (1d20=3)
With a happy shout, Caine casts caution to the winds and charges the creeper, finally felling it.
Caine charges C3 (1d20 11=28, 1d10 4=6)
While his companions rest, Snaggle checks the room out, looking for spoils.
While his companions rest, Snaggle checks the room out, looking for spoils.
The desk looks to have been hurriedly emptied. Snaggletooth kicks randomly at creeper cloaks, but sees nothing of particular interest. As always, the elusive shadow creatures self-destruct on death, leaving only their cloaks and basic equipment behind.
Moving gingerly, Mirth wraps her cloak around herself, concealing the worst of her wounds.
"It would be wise to also consider the next floor alerted to our intent." she mutters, settling herself atop the desk that Snaggletooth has just ransacked.
Caine raises his sword in triumph.
<Cinematic pose>
Perigia
If Allendi is surprised by Perigia's sudden demands for information, he doesn't show it. "The Order of the Blue Flame?"
He thinks for a moment. "My dear, I can help you very little. I know of them and of their work, but beyond that, very little. My best advice would be for you to go to Oreme. It lies on your path to Thay and the City of White Towers is a ancient. Yes, Oreme would be as good a starting point as any I can suggest. Slavers travel that route as well. It may be you will hear word of your sister on the way if the transformation is so great as you describe."
Moving gingerly, Mirth wraps her cloak around herself, concealing the worst of her wounds.
"It would be wise to also consider the next floor alerted to our intent." she mutters, settling herself atop the desk that Snaggletooth has just ransacked.
"I can still heal your wounds one more time today if needed," Leo asks Mirth.
"How are the rest you faring?" the paladin asks.
Snaggletooth looks at his companions. They look beaten up and tired, but functional. He asks aloud, "We have to go now? Or can White Lady wait until tomorrow? I prefer time to recover. We pretty beat up. What you say?"
Brujo sits on the ground, darkness fading from his sight "Leo, Cronin can I get one or both of you over here. These wounds are little worse than what I'm used too"
Cronin goes towards Brujo and prays quietly, watching the worst of the moonelf's wounds close over.
Monastery
Even as Allendi finishes speaking, a hoarse cry comes from the direction of the cellar.
"That's Brother Turnagall!"
Pausing only long enough to pick up a stout staff, Allendi heads to the door and flings it open. In the flickering torchlight below, Perigia can see the slumped form of the large red-haired man, and, much more ominously, two shadowed and cloaked beings trying to pick up the plain alabaster pillar in the middle of the room.
Init
Monastery
The creeper looks up and spots Perigia and Allendi standing at the top of the stairs. Running towards the cover of the barrels, it flings a small, vicious dagger at the mage.
"Misssttake to disssturb ussss," it hisses, softly.
v Perigia (1d20 4=23, 1d4 4=7, 1d6=3).
"Sorry Brujo, Mirth needs this more than you. Caine can you lend Brujo a hand?" Leo asks as he uses up his last laying of hands for the day placing them on Mirth's shoulders.
Leo will spend the rest of the short rest a mite red faced after this after all he is a novice and not that worldly-wise... yet.
Monastery
Perigia's attack elicits a scream of pain from the creeper, as the acid works its way beneath the cloak and into its flesh.
The Dark Emissary scurries across the floor and hurls another dagger at the mage.
"Misstakess you will not make again ssssooon."
Dark Emissary v Perigia (1d20 13=21, 1d4 5=6, 1d6=4).
"Not so. Tymora will guard you," cries Allendi, laying a comforting hand on Perigia as he stands staunchly beside her, and allowing healing power to flow through him. "Behind me lady, I will protect you."
Another dagger flies across the room and strikes Allendi hard in the chest.
Snaggletooth notices that no one was paying attention to him. "What we do? Up or back down?" He asks his companions.
"Up," Cronin answers grimly.
Mirth keeps her eyes on Leo's face as he carefully administers his blessing, a small smile curving her lips. She rises abruptly as the divine warmth recedes, a sinuous movement that brings her face to chest with the half-elf, her tail curling around his calf. Placing her small hand, fingers splayed, upon his chest, she murmurs "That was... gently done. My thanks to thee for it."
Refreshed, the tiefling spends the next several moments checking and adjusting various straps and buckles in her kit, and checking the deployment of her several blades. Finally nodding her satisfaction, she looks at the stairwell ahead.
"I shall not retreat while an enemy flees before me." she says in response to Snaggletooth's query.
"I sneak ahead? Scout around? Or we charge in like always?" Snaggletooth sounds more sure of himself now that a decision is made.
Cronin looks at the kobold. "You've come a long way, small one," he says softly, seemingly lost in thought.
The next staircase up is a more ornate affair, wide enough to accommodate two people.
The next staircase up is a more ornate affair, wide enough to accommodate two people.
"I guess I'll take point," Leo nods as he heads for the stairs.
Fairwind looks at Snaggletooth, "I reckon some sneakin' wouldn't be goin' amiss."
Mirth will be heading up the stairs near the tail end of this raggedy parade.
Caine considers the possibilities. "Say we try this. Snaggletooth takes a look around, Fairwind and Leo follow. Cronin and Brujo next and I'll bring up the rear with Mirth. Any objections?"
Rev:
Rev: ** spoiler omitted **
Cronin
Snaggletooth
Leo + Fairwind
Cronin + Caine
Brujo + Mirth